The Debt 2 by Kelly Favor Page A

anything to wear,” she said, pulling her comforter up again, as it had begun slipping down.
    Jake looked at her, and she couldn’t help but meet his penetrating gaze.   His eyes seemed fixated on the line where the blanket met her bare skin.   Did he perhaps think she was entirely nude under the blanket?
    She felt warmth creep into her stomach at the thought.
    “Don’t worry about clothes,” Jake said, finally.   He turned and pulled the cover off the tray of food.
    “Don’t worry about clothes?   I think I need something to wear.   I need to go out to my car, at least, and find something suitable to change into.”
    “I’ve had a wardrobe delivered to the room,” Jake said in an offhand way.
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I wasn’t sure on the sizes, so they sent a variety of apparel for you to choose from.”   He started out of the room.   “Why don’t you just put on the bathrobe in the closet for now?”
    “Umm…oh…okay.”  
    He was already gone, closing the door behind him.  
    Raven got out of bed and went to the closet, where she found a cozy bathrobe and put it on, cinching it closed, before pulling the breakfast cart closer to the bed and sitting down in front of the substantial breakfast that had been delivered to her.
    There were delicate crepes with various berries and sauces drizzled over them, and there were pancakes, stuffed French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon.   Every bit of it was delicious, and Raven decided to taste some of all of it, since apparently Jake had brought this entire tray for her and her alone.
    She didn’t know what to make of any of it.   Her mind was still struggling to get used to the idea that maybe she actually could do this.  
    Why not?   Why not stay with gorgeous Jake freaking Novak for one month, be his little plaything, and then go back to normal life having lived out the fantasy of a lifetime and getting paid for it to boot?
    As she ate, tasting the delicious flavors, closing her eyes and savoring her breakfast in bed, she’d almost decided that maybe she didn’t have to fight so hard against this outcome.
    Jake intrigued her in so many ways.   He was hot, mysterious, and in a sense he was treating her better than she’d been treated in a long time.
    Oh, yeah?   Was he treating you well last night when he spanked your ass red?
    Raven nearly choked on her eggs as she thought about it.   She put her fork down, tried to calm her nerves.   It was true that what Jake had done to her last night had been downright strange, and she wasn’t necessarily proud he’d done it to her—but Raven also couldn’t deny the very real fact that she’d enjoyed every second of it.
    That doesn’t make it right , she thought, her own critical voice unwilling to let the matter slide.
    Raven sighed, knowing that she would be in conflict over this decision no matter what she ultimately chose to do.   Part of her wanted this, wanted him and everything that came with him—while another part of her was terrified and angry and wanted to run away as fast as possible.
    She picked up her fork again and started eating, giving in to inertia.   For now, it was easier to stay on the course that had been set for her.  
    Score one for Jake , she thought.
    As she was starting to get full, there came another knock on the door.   “Yes?” she called out.
    “It’s me,” Jake said.   He came in carrying what must have been a dozen or more different items of women’s clothing.   “Let me know if any of this is wearable, and what you do or don’t like.   Oh, I’ll also need your shoe size,” he said.
    “My shoe size?”
    He glanced up at her, those brown eyes twinkling with mischief.   “I have a wardrobe department that can get me anything I need pretty much right away, assuming your taste doesn’t run to the newest fashion line coming out of Milan or Paris.   Actually, even if that’s what you like—I can get it.”  
    Jake gently laid the clothes on