His Cabin Obsession Wants Book 195)

by Flora Ferrari

  CONTENTS

  His Cabin Obsession

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  About the Author

  HIS CABIN OBSESSION

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 195

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  HIS CABIN OBSESSION

  Olivia

  I’ve been waiting for this all year.

  I’m going to shut myself away in this cabin for a week, no human contact, and by the end of it I’m going to have written the perfect story.

  Or, I won’t have anything at all.

  Except for the man standing in the cabin that should be empty.

  I knew this week would be life changing, if I could make my dream a reality. I just didn’t know that my dream would be him.

  Aaron

  No phone calls, emails, or messages. I just needed some time off from it all.

  A week of isolation, that’s what this was supposed to be except on my second day an angel walks through the door.

  And I know she is supposed to be mine. This may have been a mix-up but there is no mistaking she will be mine.

  And I will stop at nothing to have her.

  Forever.

  *His Cabin Obsession is an insta-everything OTT, crazy standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Olivia

  I step out of the taxi and look up, shading my eyes against the sun. The sky is clear and bright out here, with barely a cloud in sight, and the air is fresh and clean. I take a deep, appreciative breath, turning in a circle to take in the whole scene.

  I’ve been waiting for this all year. The moment I would stand here in front of this cabin in a remote part of the Montana wilderness, ready to begin a week of bliss. The clearing around the cabin recedes back into heavily wooded terrain crowded with trees on either side of the dirt track that brought me here, and in front, a high cliff breaks away to give a view over the valley below.

  It’s perfect.

  I turn to see that the driver has finished unloading my bags and is getting back into his car. With a perfunctory wave he’s gone, leaving me on my own. I have the key to the cabin already clutched in my hand, and my bags include enough food for much longer than I will be here. Getting a cab from the nearest town almost cost more than the booking itself, which is why it’s a thing Dad offered to pay for it – after all, he was supposed to be dropping me off here himself before he got busy with work.

  Not that I mind arriving alone. This is it, my great chance to make the transition from high schooler to adult, before college starts and I have to learn to live without my family’s help anyway.

  I grab my bags – they’re heavy and I have quite a few of them, but it’s only a short distance so I figure I can make it and start for the door. The cabin is picturesque and charming, all rough wood with glass windows set under a sloped roof. Out front is a small paved area with a wooden table and four chairs. I can already picture myself sitting there and writing.

  This isn’t just my way of saying goodbye to being a kid – no, it’s far more than that. The reason I’ve been working part-time around school and saving up for the last two years is because I want to be a writer. I know I can be one. I just need my big chance, and this is it. I’m going to shut myself away in this cabin for a week without human contact, and by the end of it I’m going to have written the perfect short story.

  Or, I won’t have anything at all. That’s how I’ll know whether I’m really on the right path or not.

  I struggle with my bags to the door and dump them on the paving slabs – large, grey squares that already have grass growing between them. I feel a girlish flare of excitement as I set the key into the lock. This is it – everything I’ve been looking forward to for so long.

  Pushing the door open I drinking in the rustic interior and simple furniture, a kitchen equipped with all the things I could possibly need to survive, a table that looks hewn from a single piece of wood and probably made by hand, and a low-slung couch littered with hand embroidered cushions. It’s perfect – just what I imagined. A simple and homely base where I can shut out the world and work on my craft.

  I’m about to bend down and shuffle my bags through into the main room when a movement catches my eye. A man emerges from a door to my right – cut into a compartment that extends across a quarter of the cabin’s interior space, and therefore obviously the bedroom. He’s tall, dark haired and tan skinned, older than me by perhaps fifteen or twenty years.

  Dressed head to toe in black, the sight of him immediately quickens my heartbeat – not just because there shouldn’t be anyone here, but because he’s absolutely drop dead gorgeous. If he was a movie star, I wouldn’t be surprised.

  But there’s a big question that I now need answered. Why on earth is someone here, when I was told the cabin would be empty when I arrived – and why is he staring at me like he’s ready to defend his turf?

  CHAPTER TWO

  Aaron

  I hear a rattling noise at the front door, and my back immediately stiffens. There are bears out here, not to mention all kinds of other critters who might pose a problem. Then there’s the possibility that it could be a human – some hunter or wild man come to find temporary shelter.

  I turn and bolt for the main room of the cabin when I hear the door opening. That definitely sounds human, and no one else should be able to get in. I booked this cabin for a week, and I’m the only one for miles around with a key so who the hell is it that just barged in?

  What I see makes me stop in my tracks. It’s no grizzled hunter or intrepid intruder – just a girl. A woman. A blonde woman with curves for days, her soft and voluptuous body currently encased in a simple white dress that looks wrinkled and travel worn. Her blue eyes are just as wide open as her full lips, and she’s frozen with her hands on the handle of a suitcase beside her.

  It’s not t
he only thing with her, either. She’s got several bags, all of them looking to be crammed full and heavy.

  Alright, now I’m intrigued. What the hell is going on here?

  “Hello?” I say, thinking it might be the most logical entry into the conversation.

  “Um,” she says.

  “Who are you?” I ask her. She doesn’t seem to know what to say. She’s like a deer in the headlights. I can at least give her a prompt here and there. “My name is Aaron.”

  “Um, my name is Olivia,” she says. She straightens from her bags, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear uncertainly. “I booked this cabin for the week.”

  “This cabin?” I frown, then shake my head. “No, you must have the wrong place.”

  Olivia’s face is a gorgeous shade of pink, and when she goes to grab her purse off her shoulder I see that her hands are shaking. She’s nervous – maybe even scared of me. I should go easy on her.

  “I – I have the booking here,” she says. “And the key. Look, I just unlocked it and came in.”

  That makes me frown even more. She’s right, she was able to unlock the door, which kind of makes me think she might be telling the truth. Which is a bit of a problem, because I’m definitely in the right place, and I definitely have a key – so what’s going on here? The cabin was supposed to be completely private.

  I walk over to her in the doorway to take a look at the folded piece of paper she’s pulling out of her purse. After a quick glance over it, I swear under my breath. She’s right. That’s a booking for this exact cabin – in fact, it’s identical to the booking I have saved on my phone. The only difference is the dates – I picked up the key yesterday, and I’m scheduled to leave a day before Olivia is.

  “I’ll call the owners,” I tell her. “This is obviously some kind of mistake. They must have double-booked us or something. Maybe they have one of us down for a different property by accident.”

  “Oh. Okay,” Olivia agrees, though she still sounds unsure. As I cross the cabin in search for my phone – turned off and stashed in a drawer to give me peace for the week – I look back and see she’s still hovering in the doorway.

  “Come in and sit down,” I say. “You might as well relax.”

  Despite the fact that we both seem to have an equal claim to the cabin, Olivia seems to take this as permission and enters, albeit still a little hesitantly. She takes a seat on the very edge of the couch cushion as I dial the number. She looks uncomfortable. I don’t blame her – I would be off balance if I came into my vacation home to find out it was already occupied.

  I’m sure we can resolve this easily. I turn on my phone and quickly dial the number for the rental company, saved as one of my quick contacts just in case I needed them during my stay.

  “Hello, Montana Sky Cabin Rentals,” a bored-sounding woman answers the call.

  “Hi, yes. This is Aaron Stoneforth – I’m renting one of your cabins this week.”

  “Oh, yes!” the voice brightens in recognition. “Are you having a problem with the cabin?”

  “Well, you could say that.” I glance over at Olivia. “Another of your customers has just arrived. She’s also booked the cabin for the week.”

  “Is she a guest of yours?” the woman asks. I don’t think she’s quite getting the message.

  “No,” I tell her. “I mean, she’s also made a separate booking. We’ve never met before. We were both expecting a private stay.” I suppose, truth be told, I haven’t checked that – for all I know, Olivia is waiting for someone to join her. But from her shock at seeing me, I gather that’s not likely to be the case.

  There’s a sound of typing on the line, and then a worried noise from the speaker. “Oh, dear. It looks like we’ve managed to double-book you. I’m really sorry about that.”

  I sigh. Just as suspected. “Well, do you have any spare cabins that one of us can move to?”

  More typing then the voice brightens again. “Yes! I actually have one cabin left. It’s a bit of a drive away from where you are now, but we could send a car to take care of you. Free of charge, for the inconvenience.”

  I’m about to agree when I look over at Olivia and hesitate. She’s beautiful – just stunning. I’m here in this remote cabin, an angel walks right in by coincidence, and I’m going to send her away? That doesn’t sound smart.

  She’s exactly the kind of girl I’ve been looking for, for a long time. Perfect in every way. I picture running my hands over her curvy hips and thighs, stripping that innocent white dress away so I can admire her body, and a shiver runs through me.

  Maybe we don’t have to go to separate cabins after all. Maybe she could stay here and I could make her mine. Wouldn’t that be a better use of my week away from civilization?

  I turn my head away from Olivia, lowering my voice. “What about a discount?”

  “As well as a move to the new cabin?” the woman on the other end of the line asks, sounding a little tense. I guess she knows she’ll have to give us more if we ask for it, to uphold their reputation, but the car will probably already cost a lot. It would be a big hit to their bottom line. I can work with this.

  I cross the length of the cabin in a few strides and dodge Olivia’s bags, still in the doorway, to head outside. I don’t want her to hear the conversation. I want her to think I’m going out to yell or give the booking agent some harsh words, so she’ll believe that I fought hard for a solution.

  “Instead of,” I say, keeping my words short and vague just in case Olivia can still hear.

  “Instead of moving cabins?” the woman says, sounding surprised. “You’d want to share the cabin?”

  “I think we can make it work,” I say evenly. “But we’ll need compensation for the screw-up, obviously.”

  There’s a pause, then the woman slowly says, “I’ve been authorized to give you half off your stay, each.”

  I consider that. I don’t need the money, and I’m getting a benefit out of this anyway. “Were the bookings the same price?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Then refund Olivia in full. I’ll take the hit.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I can hear the doubt in her voice, but I press on. She doesn’t need an explanation – she just needs to know how to make this right for her customers. “I’m sure. Send the refund as soon as possible.”

  I end the call without giving her a chance to argue again. I pause for a moment, looking out at the trees with a sly smile beginning to curve my lips.

  This is shaping up to be a very interesting week – much more so than I expected.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Olivia

  I look up expectantly as Aaron comes back into the cabin. I like the way he immediately took charge of the situation, taking the responsibility of making the call so that we can sort everything out. I could barely think of what to do next, so I’m grateful he took over. Now I just hope I’m not going to lose out on my dream week of writing.

  Aaron’s forehead is furrowed with a frown that has me catching my breath. It doesn’t look like good news. He shakes his head at me, then shrugs his shoulders up and down apologetically. “It looks like they really did double-book us by accident,” he says. “I tried to get another cabin, but they’re fully booked. Apparently, it’s a popular time of year.”

  “Oh, no.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Does this mean I have to turn around and go straight back home?

  “The good news is, they’ve agreed to a full refund.” Aaron sits down on the couch next to me, at the far end so the distance between us is not too close. “You should have all your money back in your account within the next few days.”

  I feel like bursting into tears. I’ve been looking forward to this for so long, and now it’s over before it’s even begun? “I really wanted to stay here,” I say. “I can pay you to cover your booking. I know you were here first, but if you’d consider it…”

  Aaron laughs, a startling sound that almost makes me jump. “
Don’t worry, I’m not kicking you out,” he says. “We can both stay. The company just gave out the refund for the mix-up. I don’t mind, if you don’t.”

  I think about it. This was supposed to be about total isolation – living just with myself for a week, communing with nature, whatever it is that big writers do to get the really juicy stories flowing. But I suppose it won’t be so bad if I have to share the space with someone else. After all, he’s a stranger – a tall, dark, and handsome one, at that – and he might give me some inspiration.

  “I guess it could work out,” I say slowly. “It’s good to get the refund. I could do with the money for college.”

  “Oh, you’re starting soon?”

  “Yeah.” I turn slightly towards Aaron, shifting my weight on the cushions. I’m excited to talk about the topic, since it’s everything I’ve been thinking about lately. “I’m starting in September. I just wanted to have this week to myself to practice my writing. I haven’t decided on my major yet, but if it goes well, I think I might sign up for creative writing classes.”

  “So, you’re a writer,” Aaron says with a smile. There’s a twinkle in his eyes, and I don’t know if he’s teasing me or if he’s genuinely interested to know. He gets up and crosses the short distance to the kitchen, where he pulls out a couple of glasses from the cupboard and a glass container of fresh juice from the fridge. I guess he knows his way around already. “What kind of writing do you do?”

  “I don’t know yet,” I say, turning to watch him. He pours the two glasses with deft precision, then turns and brings them to the couch. “This week is kind of about finding out. I want to see where my inspiration takes me when I’m cut off from the distraction of the outside world.”

  Aaron hands me a glass, then sits with his own. “I hope I won’t be too much of a distraction.”

  He sips his juice blithely after his words, leaving me to wonder. I feel like he’s teasing me, but whatever smile might have followed that statement is hidden by the glass. “Me, too,” I say. “For you, I mean. I guess you were expecting to be alone too.”