Chapter 25. Going to Las Vegas With Him

Raven went downstairs, ready to leave. She would go home after having her coffee. She saw a strangely happy Ralph sitting on a kitchen stool with a chirpy Jane, laughing away. 

“I’ll think of something. Don’t worry, Jane. First, let me talk to those two,” said Ralph with a chuckle. 

‘What were they talking about?’ thought Raven. She went to get her coffee. 

“Good morning, Jane,” she greeted her. Immediately, their attention turned toward her and Jane smiled at her warmly. 

“Good morning, Raven,” she answered, as she prepared the batter for pancakes. 

“Do you need help?” offered Raven, trying to distract herself from Ralph’s unwavering, ardent gaze burning into her, checking her out minutely. Her brea*ts tingled with awareness and to her dismay, her ni*ples hardened to taut peaks, making them clearly visible through the soft top. Oh, how much she needed her bra now! She regretted having discarded it. Wearing a dirty one was bette