Christmas Affair by Ginny Frost

Author:Ginny Frost [Frost, Ginny]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jo woke the next morning with mortification still looming over her. She paced the room, considering what to do next. Her mom brought Dexter as Jo’s beau-de-jour. Dinner had proven that. Mom forced her to sit next to Dexter throughout the meal, while hints of after-dinner “activities” were thrown at her.

Eww.

Been there, done that. No thank you on seconds.

She collapsed onto the bed, her emotions racing between anger with her mother and the bliss of being with Brett. Sex with him changed her whole view of the universe. Never before had it been as wild, raw, and exciting. For the first time, she wanted as much for him as for her. It sounded super selfish, but usually, sex focused on the man and not her. Usually, the guy left her wanting more.

But Brett took care of her, wanted her happy and satisfied. She must return the favor. Perhaps that was what an actual relationship was like—real sex, authentic emotions—no one trying to get one over on the other before crawling away and not returning phone calls.

An image of Dexter rose in her mind. Meek and nerdy around Mom, condescending and snobbish as soon as she disappeared. What would he think of big, tough, blue-collar Brett?

Giggling, she rolled around on the still-unmade bed. She didn’t care what Dexter thought. Not a snip. Nor did she care what her mom’s impression was. Brett was exactly what she needed.

Damn, why hadn’t she gotten his number? She should call and ask him to the party. Yes, Mom tossed him out like the unwanted help. When did he say he was leaving? She couldn’t remember.

Snatching the phone, she dialed the desk. When the clerk answered, she requested Brett’s room number and for the call to be transferred. And of course, with her luck, one of the giggly clerks answered.

“Do you have a problem in your room again, Miss Lockwood?” Her tone sounded snide and condescending. Jo bristled. “I can send Ernie any time.”

Jo was tired of games, tired of people acting like she was a bubble-wrapped princess, tired of this bitch treating her and Brett like the town joke. Seriously, why? And she must have been mad, because she'd never called another person a bitch, not even in her mind.

Ever.

“Please connect me, or give me his cell number.” She kept her tone flat, confident. Usually, she asked with a whiny, begging voice. The tone always worked on Mom. The more pathetic, the more Mom gave her.

But it stopped now.

Her computer game was submitted, with all the accompanying paperwork. She’d met a fantastic new man. Together, they'd solved a hotel-wide cable problem. Once she got the job and started getting regular paychecks, she’d find an apartment and start her brand-new life.

The clerk, Tiffany, she thought, huffed and hummed. “Let me ask the manager.”

“No,” Jo cut her off. “Don’t bother.” She slammed the phone down, prepping to deliver a scathing report to the management about the mistreatment. Halfway to the door, she stopped.

Mom would do that. And coming from Jo, it might appear to be a juvenile tirade.

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