Eater Jackson Hole Novels & Stories

I said as he was coming out of the break room, holding what I suspected was a salad. How a salad made its way to the break room was beyond me but, what was even more shocking was the fact that Jackson had eaten said salad. He noticed me staring and chuckled, “My trainer wants me to include vegetables into my diet. It's supposed to help with something but I feel like such an animal, eating grass.” He complained. “You are a wolf,” I said. So, he wasn't too far off with the animal thing. “Yup. Do you want to tell me something?” he suddenly asked.

Candice, who had been about to dodge behind Charlie, froze in place, speechless. The others: "...?" Mr. Jackson has suddenly become very hard to read. Rex felt like his hand had just cramped up. Charlie remained composed, his tall frame leaning back slightly to create a sliver of space. Disdain colored the space between his brows. "What exactly are you doing, Mr. Jackson?" "I’ve heard Jim is a fantastic cook. Since I’m all alone and my own kitchen is cold and empty, I was wondering if I could hitch a dinner with you? We could discuss our joint projects while we're at it."

Besides, although the place looked beautiful for now, he couldn't directly monitor Hayle due to his work. "Are you going away again later?" Hayle asked, observing the man whose eating manners were so impressive. Full of table manners she often saw on television. Hayle felt embarrassed by her own uncouth eating habits. Fortunately, they were dining alone here. Hayle watched Jaxter eat his favorite medium-rare steak, wanting to ask for some but refraining.

"Reaper won't stop. This ends today. One way or another." "I hate that you're right." "Get used to it. I'm right about most things." That got a real smile out of him. God, I loved his smile. Didn't see it enough. A knock on the door. "You two decent?" Hawk's voice. "We got company." Jackson was up and pulling on clothes in seconds. I followed, though my body protested. Sleeping on a diner couch wasn't great for the back. Downstairs, the diner was packed. More packed than last night. Both clubs were represented. But there were new faces too.

"Put that pen down. Time to eat. Reports can wait." I looked at Ethan while silently asking for permission. "Go ahead," he said without looking up. "You'll be more useful after you've eaten anyway." I stuck my tongue out at him playfully, though he didn't see it, and stood up. We all moved to the dining table, where Jason was already tearing open containers like a kid on Christmas morning. One after another, the scent of garlic butter shrimp, grilled teriyaki chicken, creamy carbonara, and even strawberry mochi invaded the air.

I'm proud to be sitting between you and Jeremiah, right? His gaze moves back and forth between mine, searching for sincerity, honesty. I know he finds it there when I hear him swallow. -Yeah.- —Well, let's hope the food lives up to the atmosphere.— —Yeah, of course.— Jeremiah chuckles. —If Jackson recommends a place, you can bet the food is some of the best you'll ever taste.—

I wished I could stand up to him, but he’d surely pummel me into dust. “He’s just very protective. I’m his favorite, and I’ve always been kind of a daddy’s girl.” she said. It was impossible to wrestle her away from him, as she was deeply attracted to him for reasons that I couldn’t compete with. Jackson returned a few minutes later, with a plate for Liz. “You’re a vegetarian, or vegan, right?” he asked, putting a plate down in front of me with broccoli and mac and cheese. “No. I eat meat.” I said, looking over at the juicy medium rare slices on Liz’s plate.

Granted, with Jackson, anything is possible … but I’m pretty sure he’s no Hannibal Lecter. “Jackson is, in fact, the kind of guy who might nibble on girls,” I tease. River looks alarmed. “Nibble?!” “Nibble, yes. Chomp. Maybe even snack.” I nod. “But he does NOT eat people. Or cats. He definitely doesn’t eat kids. And boys are boring to him. Trust me — I’ve had this face for decades and he’s never once tried to bite me.” I’m pretty sure he’s more into sucking on some titties than balls. Or at least I was sure … until Lee showed up.

I was tired of eating things I could barely pronounce, so Jackson has been requesting simple dishes like this one. "Thank you," I tell him before he walks out. "No problem. Enjoy. Mr. Falcon will be home in about an hour." "What?!" Jackson wiggles his fingers at me as he closes the door with a goofy grin. I'm going to kill him! I look at my food longingly, wanting to dive into the deliciousness of it, but I should really clean myself up a bit. "You know what? Fuck it, and fuck him!" I exclaim out loud.

Sure enough, it was all messages from Adam. [Renee, don't just focus on eating.] [This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Mr. Jackson organized this dinner. If you miss this chance, it'll be hard to get another opportunity with Mr. Zeller.] [Mr. Jackson knows Mr. Zeller's father. This connection is rare. Honey, please.] [Remember you said you wanted to see the Glimmering Skies in Eirland? If we lock down the Everest Group deal, we'll go, okay?]