Just a Touch: A Heartthrob Hotel Novella by Kiss Tabatha

Author:Kiss, Tabatha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tabatha Kiss
Published: 2018-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Jen

Game?

What game?

If anyone is playing a game, it’s Graham.

I knew — I knew — that last night would come back to bite me in the ass and not in the wicked hot way he did.

Just one night, my bitten ass.

It’s never just one night with Graham Botsford and the only reason why that’s an indisputable fact is because I let it be one.

So, no.

No.

I’m saying no.

I’m standing up on behalf of women everywhere and saying no to Graham friggin’ Botsford.

No. No. No. No.

“Jennifer.”

“No.”

I flinch out of my trance and look across the table in the hotel dining room. My parents stare back at me from the other side while Clara offers nothing but a cutesy smirk from behind her phone.

“No what, honey?” my mother asks, squinting.

“Nothing,” I say quickly.

“Well, you can stop stabbing your egg,” she says as she reaches for her orange juice. “I think it’s already dead.”

I look at my plate. The bright yellow yoke has spilled out like a massive pool of blood, coating everything from my toast to my bacon.

“Oh.” I set my fork down and reach for my own orange juice. “Sorry.”

Clara glances up from her phone and shoves a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth. “Not hungry?” she asks, chewing.

I chuckle. “I’m surprised you can even eat after how much you drank last night.”

She shrugs and swallows. Oh, sweet youth.

“I’m getting a little old for Vegas benders, I think,” I say, setting my glass down.

My father exhales hard. “Well, at least you have a breakfast to stab.” He glances from his empty place setting to his wristwatch. “I’m still waiting for mine...”

“Jensen...” my mother warns.

“Claire, if I’m paying twenty-three dollars for a damn omelet, I should get it quickly.” He lets out a grumpy scoff. “Damn Botsfords. All the money in the world and they can’t hire decent staff to run these places?”

My mother pats my hand. “Present company excluded. You were a wonderful employee in your time.”

“Yes, of course, Jennifer was lovely,” he spits. “Though, I’m sure if she had spent more time actually working on the clock than hanging around with that boy then maybe I would have gotten my omelet at a decent time.”

“Jensen,” my mother warns again.

I blink twice, furrowing my brow. “What the fuck kind of logic is that?” I ask.

“Jennifer, watch your mouth.” She glances at us and lowers her voice. “It’s been ten years. Can we give it a rest, please?”

My father sulks. “And now I’m back here again, paying for yet another wedding, putting my hard-earned dollars in the Botsford family coffers.”

I stare him down. “Actually, Graham paid for that first wedding but don’t let facts ruin your little rant, Daddy.”

Clara’s lips curl to one side as she silently chews on the edge of her toast.

“You’re defending him now?” he asks. “Last I remember, you couldn’t even mention his name without crying.”

“I’m not defending anyone,” I say. “I just don’t see the point in raking him when he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh, so now he didn’t ever do anything wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say that.

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