The Cabin

by Alice Ward

  “He’s a patron, you’re a painter. Buying and selling art makes it possible for the whole system to exist. That’s what painters do, sell their works. Who cares who they sell them to, and for a million dollars. Do you really think you’re at the million-dollar mark as an artist? That’s the dream zone, get real. Think of what you could do with that money and think about what that money will do for the gallery.”

  “He’s stalking me, Miguel,” I confessed.

  He plowed right over me. “He’s one of the richest movie producers in the world. You should be flattered that he’s taking an interest in you. I mean, you’re gorgeous, but gorgeous is his stock and trade.” He paused, his voice growing softer. “I’m not asking you to have sex with him.”

  That hit a nerve.

  “But, he keeps asking in his smarmy, seductive, stupid movie producer way,” I complained.

  “You never have to say yes to anything you don’t want to do, including selling your work. I’m just trying to help you see the opportunity you might be passing up here. How about I give you a day to sit on it. I’ll avoid his calls for twenty-four hours, and you think this over. There is just one more thing to consider. Promise you won’t go mental on me.”

  “What is it?” I asked, concerned.

  “He wants to commission you to do a painting for him as well,” he nearly whispered.

  “Hell no!” I was being unreasonable, I knew, but… shit!

  “Just give it some time. Ask friends and your grandma and see what everyone says. Again, you aren’t agreeing to anything other than selling your paintings for a lot of money and taking a job. Also, if you don’t like the painting he wants you to paint, just say no.”

  He had a good point.

  “I’ll think it over,” I conceded.

  “Good, I’ll call you tomorrow, and we can talk about this some more.”

  As the line went dead, I sat in shock. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Preston hadn’t gotten the message. I didn’t want him in my life. I wondered what I’d done to make him so interested in me, because despite the fact that I wanted to hate him, whatever he was doing was working. I felt my heart rush, and I was heated and sweaty. His pursuing me with such intensity actually felt amazing. I couldn’t believe I was reacting the way I was. I sat there on the couch numb, tingling with disbelief. He was going to pay me a million dollars. A MILLION DOLLARS. Most likely, I would never see that much money in my lifetime, and there it was dangling in front of my face. I would be an idiot to pass up this opportunity, and yet my body was raging with conflict and confusion. All I wanted to do was cuddle in bed with Gran and just talk about nothing or watch one of her terrible horror movies so I could forget that my life was such a mess.

  I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe there was something more to this man. Maybe even my own subconscious knew more about him and his potential than I did. Perhaps Google and all the headline news that penned him as a monumental asshole were wrong. Or maybe I was an idiot. There was no denying the magnetic sense of attraction I felt when he came waltzing back into the diner. God, my heart raced, and I thought I was going to throw up. He came back. A rich, gorgeous, and sexy man came back for me. It was so romantic until he opened his mouth, then it all fell to shit.

  He came in wanting to sweep me off my feet like this was Pretty Woman or something. I didn’t need rescuing. I didn’t need his money, and I certainly didn’t need to sleep with him or anyone to get it. I guess that was what made me so angry. He just assumed that I would be so thrilled and overjoyed by the fact that he liked me, I would do whatever he wanted. Why did he want me anyway? Did he have a bet with another one of his producer friends that he could bag a beautiful nobody? Boom, there I was hating him all over again. I had to stop.

  Once I got to the hospital and saw the pitiful shape Gran was in, I couldn’t bring it up. Couldn’t burden her with my stupid lovelorn longings when she was lying in a hospital bed hanging onto mere life. I decided to do what any good Scarlett O’Hara would and not think about it anymore today. I would simply think of a way out of this mess tomorrow.

  With that righteous notion in my head, I drove home and headed straight to bed. I considered taking one of Gran’s sleeping pills so as not to have a night of incredible sex in my sleep, but then the idea kind of made me feel hot. I sort of did want another raucous night of lovemaking. That way, maybe I could start to like the bullheaded billionaire.

  When I woke up, I was sad to discover I only slept, nothing more. No hot sex, no princely gestures, no wet panties… just sleep. It was for the best. I looked at the clock and realized it was time for me to go to the art center so I took a shower, dressed, and pretended like I was someone else so I wouldn’t have to face my life.

  I called the hospital to check in on Gran, and she was sleeping comfortably which made me feel sad, confused, and unsure. Sleeping comfortably meant they either had her well sedated, or she was really sick, because she never slept comfortably in the hospital.

  I didn’t have to go into the diner that day, so when I was done at the center, I planned on spending the rest of the day with Gran. The thought hit me. If I agreed to sell my paintings, I would never have to go back to the diner ever again. I could spend all my time with Gran and still work with the kids. This bastard, unbeknownst to him, may have afforded me the greatest of luxuries. Time with Gran when her time on this earth was growing short. I wanted to cry; my thoughts were in knots. What was this man doing to me?

  When I walked into the Youth Center for the Arts, I was greeted by the program director who asked me to step into his office. He seemed happy, almost elated. However, I had a cold sense of dread shiver up my spine. What could he possibly want? I didn’t think I could take any more craziness in my life at the moment.

  “Is everything okay?” I jumped right into the conversation.

  “Everything is more than okay. I just wanted to bring you in here and thank you personally for all you’ve done for us. You’ve been such an incredible inspiration to the students. I hear nothing but praise and admiration for you and all that you’ve accomplished with them. Many of the students have told me how much you’ve inspired them. I’ve been more than impressed with your work, and I value all you do here, but when I got the news today about what you did on our behalf…” He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. “I have to confess, I am absolutely overwhelmed. I had no idea you were capable of raising this kind of money, and I wholeheartedly applaud you.” Tears actually welled in his eyes.

  Oh shit, what did he do now?

  “I’m sorry, what money?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer.

  “I think it’s all well explained here in the note that Kembrough Preston emailed me this morning,” he remarked, obviously overjoyed.

  I glanced at the email and immediately started to feel sick.

  “To the Director of the Youth Center for the Arts Foundation,

  I am sending a cashier’s check for five million dollars over by messenger within the hour. I would appreciate either you or someone able to handle such an item signing for the package. Also, if you could let me know when you’ve received the check, I would be ever so grateful. I was inspired by your employee, Caitlyn Ashcroft, and her undying commitment to the work you do. I am an avid believer that every child, given an opportunity, can reach the greatest heights of achievement with proper inspiration and training. I am very impressed with the work you do for the children of our community, and I wanted to help support your institution. I hope that this will assist your group in reaching out to as many students as needed. I intend to also discuss an annual scholarship fund for graduating seniors going to college. I would be happy to have my assistant arrange a meeting, please contact her at the numbers below. Give my regards to Ms. Ashcroft and commend her again for her loyalty, commitment, and care she gives your students. I must admit, I was very impressed.

  Best Regards,

  Kembrough Preston, KP.

  I almost fell over. What was thi
s? He hardly knew me. He didn’t know me. What game was he trying to play?

  “We just got the check before you arrived. I’m amazed and so grateful. Thank you for speaking to KP on our behalf. We are all so excited, you have no idea what this will do for the center and our students, and future students. It’s mind-boggling, and all I can do right now is just say how grateful I am.” Now, he was crying.

  Shit!

  “Um, yeah. I didn’t really do anything, but this is amazing. I’m really glad. Now, we can get supplies and...” I was trying to show my excitement.

  He continued for me, “Expand to include more students, maybe add a sports program.” His head was buzzing with ideas as he imagined all the money could afford them.

  Me on the other hand, I felt like I was going to pass out. What did KP want from me? Surely he didn’t need to try this hard to get laid.

  “It’s really thrilling,” was all I could add.

  “Have you two been friends a long time?” he asked casually.

  Bile surged into my throat, but I swallowed it back. “I hardly know him.”

  “Well, he’s on his way over. I thought it would be nice if he met the kids and then we could thank you both.” His face flashed a kindhearted smile.

  I died. He was on his way? From New York? Oh my god. Before I had time to pick myself up off the floor, I heard the tap of expensive shoes on the linoleum. My heart exploded. I tried to stabilize my breathing but couldn’t. Was it him? A few short moments later, the answer came walking into the office with the front desk attendant. I was breathless.

  “Ah, Mr. Preston,” the director stood and shook KP’s hand, “it is an honor.”

  The man of my dreams and nightmares extended his hand and accepted the handshake.

  “Please call me KP,” he said coolly, then eyed me.

  I smiled nervously. I wanted my smile to look cool and “piss-off-you-ogreish” but I just felt like I’d shit myself.

  “Mr. Preston.” I nodded.

  He smiled. His eyes met mine with the same intensity we always shared. It was if we had found each other over the millenia of time. While he angered me, his eyes were always comforting. When he regarded me, I knew there was something more in there, something no one else could see. I just doubted it. I was in no position to have any power over those observations though, I was too nervous.

  “You too, please just call me KP. I prefer it,” he said kindly, without any note of lecherousness.

  “Of course. Well, we are so happy to have you here…” the director went on to gush and guffaw, allowing me to step back and watch KP.

  I think he knew that I was looking at him. He was tall and strong and always looked so well put together in his expensive suits. He oozed power and control. I tried to see past the plastic facade of a movie mogul who made people tremble, into a deeper place within him. A human place. I saw a glimpse, a tiny glimmer as he genuinely engaged with some of the younger kids. One boy in particular had a very visible burn scar on his face. KP seemed drawn to that boy and there it was, that tiny glint of humanity I was searching for. It was gone, though, after the boy darted off with some other children. Plastic-face-man returned.

  The program director gave him a mini speech about what he was planning to do with the generous amount of money KP donated. As we walked around the buildings, he showed us what the students were learning. KP must have been bored out of his mind, but he never showed it, keeping a plastic expression of interest firmly planted on his face.

  When we got to my class, there was a roar of excitement as the students greeted me. They all clamored around me, trying to show their work. A big assignment was due that day and most were eager to show me what they had been working on. I responded to them the way I always had, with enthusiasm and encouragement. To me, this was like every other day. A lot of the students showed tremendous potential. In fact, some were extremely gifted. I, luckily, was able to lose myself in my students, which helped me forget that KP was watching me.

  When we were done with the students, the program director offered to take us to lunch but KP declined the offer politely and said that he’d already made plans. I felt both relieved and disappointed when KP kindly excused himself from our meeting. I was left unsure of what my next move might be.

  I looked at the director and smiled. “I should probably get to the hospital to see Gran. I only had the one class today.”

  “Sure thing, give her my best. And Cait, thank you again.” He smiled kindly.

  “No problem.”

  As I was leaving, I got a text message: Meet me outside – KP

  On shaky legs, I walked out the front door to find him standing next to his Bentley, his driver at the wheel.

  “Hello.”

  I had to look away from those eyes and what they did to me. “How did you get my phone number?”

  “I have my ways,” he said in a playfully sinister tone.

  A smile played at my lips. “Oh.”

  I was ready to surrender, only because I was tired of fighting him. I had been wrestling with my attraction to him for so long, I felt like giving him a chance to speak his mind was a fair thing to consider.

  “Nothing too scandalous. Your business cards are at the City Gallery.”

  Right, I had forgotten about those, stupid publicity and marketing department.

  I decided to be honest but not unkind. “What do you want from me?”

  “I want a chance to get to know you, that’s all.” He seemed equally as honest.

  “Why?” I needed to know, once and for all.

  “You fascinate me. And truthfully, outside of the fact that you’re gorgeous, I really don’t know why. I’ve been trying to figure that out.”

  His attempt at sincerity might have been working.

  “What do you want to know?” I sounded abrasive, even though I hadn’t meant to.

  “First, will you have lunch with me?”

  “I thought you had lunch plans.” Again, with the abrasive bitchiness.

  I had to get some control over my feelings. He looked at me, deeply.

  “With you. I made lunch plans hoping you’d join me,” he confessed.

  “You didn’t need to spend five million dollars just to get me to go to lunch with you,” I scolded.

  He seemed so nervous, it was endearing. “So, will you join me for lunch?”

  My stomach twisted as all the emotions I was feeling churned around. “Yes.”

  He blew out a breath. “Then apparently I did.”

  I frowned and got my panties in a wad. With only a few words, I was ready to throw a verbal punch.

  I laid into him. “I can’t be bought—”

  He held up his hands, interrupting me. “It was a joke… just a joke. I spent it on the kids. It’s a good cause. I’m, um… I…”

  Oh good, he was flustered.

  “It was very generous. Where do you want to go for lunch?” I was nervous too, but ready to do this.

  “I know a great place,” he said with a gorgeous smile that made his eyes sparkle.

  The short car ride to the seafood restaurant was awkward at best. He offered me some water and juice from his mini fridge. I decided to make light of the amenity, rolling my eyes while I refused his offer.

  “Why do you need a refrigerator?”

  “I spend a lot of time in the car,” he answered as he braced himself for my attack.

  “Why?” I asked again.

  “I like snacks,” he playfully confessed.

  I laughed despite myself.

  “I mean, why do you spend so much time in the car? I thought a high-profile movie guy like you would spend a lot of time in the office.” I tried to act like I knew what I was talking about, but I had no clue.

  “I spend more time than I would like in the office, but on the weekends, I drive out to Connecticut. My brother lives out there, and I see him every week. I have specific tastes and your average roadside gas station market usually doesn’t carry the types
of foods I prefer.”

  I gave him a point for maintaining his amicable demeanor.

  “No seared salmon and caviar at the quick mart?” I teased.

  He grinned. “Sadly, no.”

  We went a few moments without speaking, which increased the tension and was making me crazy. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional on his part, as he was supposed to be such a schmoozer, but he might have been afraid of saying something that would have me jumping out on the expressway. Or punching him in the nose.

  “You don’t have to buy all of my art, you know? In fact, you don’t have to buy any of it. I’m serious, I can’t be bought. I don’t work like that. If you want to talk to me, I’m here.”

  “I actually love your art. I’m getting a bargain,” he said casually, again looking at me with those eyes that understood my very being.

  If I was going to feel good about myself and how I handled this situation, then I shouldn’t act like a wilting flower one moment and a kick-ass Ninja the next. I had to get real with him. I had to get some answers.

  “Why? Why me? Why my art? Did you make a bet with someone? Are you trying to see if you can My Fair Lady me into something I’m not? What’s the point of this crazy… whatever this is?” I was so ready for answers.

  He stared at me for a beat as the car pulled into the parking lot of the most expensive restaurant in New Haven.

  “I don’t really know, Caitlyn. Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds wrong, so I’ll be as honest as I can. When I saw you at the diner that night, I thought you were gorgeous and I wanted to do anything I could to entice you to come home with me. And yes, have sex with me. Since that obviously isn’t working out the way I planned, I wanted to get to know you better.”

  I felt the need to interrupt him there. “You mean you stalked me.” I smiled and gave him a sneer at the same time.

  He held up his palms. “How else would I be able to get to know you? You keep walking out on me. It’s the age of technology, stalking is so easy these days. You left me no choice.”

  “Who said I wanted to get to know you?” I smiled to show I was mildly teasing.