Cabin Fever by Annabelle Costa

Author:Annabelle Costa [Costa, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rose Bud Press
Published: 2019-07-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I eventually fall into a deep sleep, courtesy of the fresh air and also probably the Jack Daniels. In any case, when I wake up, my watch reads nine o’clock. I throw on some clothes and stumble into the living room.

When I get out there, Jake is already awake and fully dressed. And to my utter surprise, he’s sifting through Chase’s luggage. I’m not sure if he doesn’t realize I’m standing here or if he simply doesn’t care. He picks something up that I realize is Chase’s Android phone and jabs at it with his thumb.

“Excuse me,” I say loudly.

Jake looks up. If he’s surprised to see me standing there, he doesn’t show it. “Good morning.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He turns the phone over in his hand. “Trying to see if there’s any signal.”

“Really? Because it looked like you were snooping.”

He shrugs. “Believe whatever you want.”

He absolutely doesn’t care that I caught him searching Chase’s bag, and I can’t entirely blame him. So what if I caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to do? This is his home and he probably weighs twice what I do and can bench press four of me. He has no reason to be scared of me.

And clearly, he doesn’t respect me for who my parents are.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask him. I figure if I want to get on his good side, my best bet is food.

“I already ate.”

Wow, he passed up one of my meals. He must really be shaken by finding out who I am.

In a way, it’s refreshing though. The sad truth is that when I tell most men how much money I have, their eyes light up. Actually, most of them know it before we even get to the point of my having to break it to them. Jake might be the only man I’ve ever met who seemed to like me less after finding out about my parents’ vast fortune.

I wonder what he was searching for in Chase’s bag. If it was the phone, I’m sure he’s disappointed unless he’s an expert at cracking smartphone passwords, which I assume he’s not. Although nothing would surprise me at this point.

Jake is in the kitchen, washing some dishes. I go over to him, but his shoulders tense as I come within a few feet of him.

“I could wash the dishes,” I say. It’s a peace offering.

“I can handle it.”

“I don’t mind.”

He doesn’t look up from the suds in the sink. “Don’t you have servants to do that for you at home, Princess?”

My face grows warm. “You know,” I say. “That’s really unfair.”

“But it’s true.”

“It’s not true. I don’t have any servants. I promise you.” Well, there’s Maria, who cleans my apartment on Tuesdays. But I’m allowed to have a weekly cleaning woman, aren’t I? Is that so horrible?

He rinses the soap off one of the bowls from our meal last night. The soup came out really good. He loved it—or so he said. “Just admit it. I don’t care if you have servants.

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