Eater Jackson Hole Novels & Stories

There were large holes in the walls which turned out to be exposed compartments with lighting and even more seating for the guests. They made their way down and Born helped her to be seated at his side. There was a range of cuisine spread out on the long table and a large feast below. Eustace and Lori, amongst others, came up to give their greetings and blessings to Mel and Bjorn. Annie came after a while and left with a promise of tending to her things in her new home. Families and other guests came up with gifts and greetings for Mel especially and the attention left her dazed, acting as a nice diversion from the unexpected incident.

Because of Jenny's words, I had to take lessons on dining etiquette every day. But when it came to Jackson, who didn't know how to cut steak, not only did she ask the restaurant to cut them for him, she even complained to the manager and demanded that the steaks be served pre-cut from now on. Now, dressed in a custom outfit worth hundreds of thousands, Jenny was eating greasy street food fed by Jackson while flies buzzed everywhere around them. It turned out she did have a down-to-earth side after all. It just wasn't meant for me.

In his Stuart hughes black suit, Timberland edition brown shoe and confident strides with his personal assistant, Park and few body guards; Liam walks into Fairfield inn and suite hotel reception with an icy face when a lady with the hotel's tag approached them wearing broad smile on her face. "Mr Liam" the lady said courteously as she begins walking forward with elegant strides while Liam and his men followed suit. Liam entered into the reserved inner diner with Park while the bodyguards stand guard by the entrance door. "Madam Jag Alskar". "Mr. Liam Jamie" they exchange warm pleasantries by handshake and sit across each other in the empty but extravagant diner. The table has already been s

His gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked at Bree. Bree sat up straight. “You, sir? You're not going to eat? You can just tell me what you need to say. I'll eat later, I'm not hungry yet.” The girl hoped she could get away with it. Who would have the guts to eat in front of their boss? Jackson eyed Bree stoically. “Eat.” He said firmly. Bree couldn't help but scratch her head. The girl had no choice but to eat so it would be over.

She declined and asked if there was any real food. “I’m sure you’d only find raw meats and a few vegetables in the kitchen. That’s precisely what Jacob eats,” Jackson replied with a shrug. He knew how much his twin brother loved steaks. “Are you sure you don’t want to order pizza? Ice cream or something?” he added before Anna left the room. “No, I will be done in a few minutes,” Anna answered as she left the room, leaving Jackson to sort out the documents and the files that had fallen earlier.

The waiter hurriedly turned and left the private room after placing the dishes on the table. Sitting beside them, Jackson boasted proudly, his mouth stuffed with food, "How is it? The food here is really delicious, isn't it?" Layla rolled her eyes at Jackson. "It's really good! Look at you, you're getting rounder and rounder!" "Of course—" Just as Jackson was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang. Not just him, but Iman Hughes's phone also rang abruptly.

Jackson's oblivious to this man's feelings. "O...kay, so," Farell sported an uncomfortable smile as he looked between him and me. "The usual or...?" "The usual?" I looked between the two of them. "Yeah, I usually get roast chicken and some fiesta fries," Jackson said. "Or the bunny chow. On a good day. Okay, I may have tried almost everything on the menu, but I have my top two already. We're going to get a bowl of biryani. We're sharing, so a large bowl would be nice,"

It isn’t like Jackson isn’t capable of that. I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. There’s no way in hell I’m wearing some other woman’s panties. Disgusting. I slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is mouthwatering. One look at Jackson, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome that he takes my breath away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans like me and a button-down black shirt, his sleeves rolled up, displaying a scattering of black tattoos. He’s humming as he plates food like a fuckin’ artist. It’s hard to believe that the same hands that kill so callously are capable of anything else. “Smells good.

“They have an extensive menu that I’m sure Ms. Munson will enjoy.” She was glad she couldn’t see the full extent of the man’s arctic fury on his face from this angle. Who knew Atlas Grayson would be so opposed to a nice restaurant that didn’t charge a hundred dollars for a piece of sausage impaled on a toothpick? But in the end, it didn’t matter what he preferred; Dolly was the guest here. And Jia’s job had been to please the guest. Atlas didn’t seem to share her faith in her decision making ability, however, and he turned his head to look at the woman in the seat next to him. “This isn’t far from downtown. I know an excellent Greek place that will make sure there’s room for us -”

Jackson says softly as he stands to get some food for me. He hands me a plate and sits down to watch me eat. “Aren’t you eating?” I ask as I take a small amount of the food. It looks delicious but when it goes in my mouth it has no taste. I can feel nothing worrying about what will happen with Adam. “Will we see him?” I ask knowing Jackson will know who I am talking about.