Chapter 206 - Room 412 (6) (1/2)

JoAnna raised an eyebrow. She glanced next to him and observed a plate with three croissants. She walked over and took one.

Jeff frowned. ”That is my breakfast.” He was outraged with her brazen behavior. 'That is my food!'

JoAnna looked at him calmly and took a bite of the pastry. ”It's good.” She went back and sat on the sofa. ”You didn't answer my question.”

”Which one?” Jeff was still thinking how outrageous she is... she took his food without asking!

”How did we end up together last night?” JoAnna asked between bites.

Jeff hesitated for a second before responding. ”I wanted to know your name.”

JoAnna's eyes widened in surprise. ”Did you find it out?”

”Yes, I did... JoAnna.” He nodded.

”And? ... I told you my name and followed you to your room?” JoAnna shook her head. That does not sound right.

”Not exactly.” How is he going to tell her that she passed out, barfed on him and then he carried her to her room while she was unconscious? Just thinking about it makes him smell the vomit. And then because of her he ended up spending a night on an uncomfortable sofa. That is not a way for a man to live with dignity, he can't say that... it's good that she does not remember. He shook his head. ”It's not important. You only need to know that I was a gentleman.”

”Looking at your eyebags, you didn't sleep well.” JoAnna observed.

Jeff grimaced. Of course, he didn't sleep well. Besides thinking about 'little J' most of the night, the sofa was uncomfortable. Thinking about 'little J' he had to ask. ”Did you spend any summer on the East Coast as a child?”

JoAnna was surprised. ”What kind of a topic change is that?”

”Just answer me... like 10, no... 15 years ago. Did you spend a summer on East Coast?” He was leaning toward her, eagerly expecting her answer.

”Croissant.” JoAnna said with a flat voice.

”What?” Jeff didn't understand, what kind of an answer is that?

”Give me one croissant and I will respond.” JoAnna's lips curved into a smile.

Reluctantly, he took the plate with two croissants and extended it toward her. When JoAnna took one pastry, he returned the plate with now only one croissant back to his desk.

She happily took a bite. ”Maybe.”