Drake came into the room and noticed the candles. It was a nice touch. Maybe she even thought this was something romantic. It did have a certain appeal. But for him not the same reasons as her. She thought she had pulled one over on him, and while she had, Drake had no intention of letting her get away with it. Her minor victory would make it all the sweeter when she is down on her knees worshiping him like a god, and begging for mercy and forgiveness. He set the tray in front of the foolish outsider, and loomed over her. Standing staring, plotting.