“I have a full staff. They are there for anything you want. I pay them a lot of money to make sure I’m happy. And that now includes you.”

My heart skips a beat at his words.

“Thank you.” I bite my lower lip hard. This is crazy. Am I starting to like him? Of course, I like him. He’s gorgeous, experienced, and can make you come so hard you can barely walk.

“Talk to me. I can tell you want to say something.” Great, now add he’s a mind reader?

“I just…” Looking up at the ceiling, I continue, “Do you feel bad that last night happened? You know, since you might be marrying my mom?”

I can almost see him grinning. “No. Your pussy was the tightest I’ve ever had. Any other questions?”

Again, my stomach flips and dips. Not exactly the answer I was expecting, but since I don’t know him that well, I’ll take it.

“Raven, I need to go. If you have something else you want to tell me, now’s your chance.” His meaning is clear: this is it. I need to tell him if I want this to continue or not.

Am I really okay with this? I mean, he’s probably going to be my stepdad. To be honest, this feeling I’m having about him is probably nothing more than a big fuck-you to my mother. So screw it—you only live once. And Mr. Jett Powers has a giant cock, a magical tongue, and muscular, porn-star arms.

“Raven?” His demanding voice makes my nipples instantly harden.

With a deep breath, I take the plunge.

“No. I’m perfect, Mr. Powers,” I respond, straightening my shoulders. Good thing I don’t believe in hell. Clearly, I’m a sinner.

“Good. I’ll see you soon.” The line goes dead, and my legs almost give out.

“Ms. Raven?” My eyes dart to my door.

“Yes?” I call out. If it’s Maria, she cannot come in. She’ll freak if she sees me in his suit jacket.

“Hi, it’s Patty. Mr. Powers wanted me to bring you coffee and some breakfast,” the voice yells through the door. I hesitate. What if Maria is with her? Stop it, you’re being paranoid. If Maria was here, she’d already have come in.

“Just a second.” I look around the room, trying to calm myself. No one knows anything. I’m sure Patty is just thinking Jett is being nice to me because I’m Rachel’s daughter.

“Hi.” I peek out to see a tall woman holding a large tray loaded with food and a silver coffee pot.