On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss

Chapter 11

Seth

God. Damn.

Jenna looks good in tights.

I peek through the window blinds, getting a second eyeful of that tight ass locked into even tighter pink tights.

“Fuck,” I whisper as she disappears down the block.

Very nice, Ms. Abrams.

Maybe a week of this might not be so bad after all.

I abandon my view and take a few soothing breaths to calm my heart rate as I make my way into the kitchen for some water. There were some bottles lined up in the fridge last night. Might sneak one without Jenna noticing. Then, I’ll need to find coffee.

A lot of coffee.

I open the refrigerator.

What the fuck?

I scan the items with a furrowed brow.

Jenna.

She...

Jenna. Jenna.

She labeled them.

Jenna. Jenna. Jenna.

She labeled everything.

Every bottle of water has her name written on the label with a black marker. Sauces. Condiments. Milk jugs and individually wrapped cheese slices.

I spin away from the open fridge to inspect the pantry, too.

Jenna. Jenna. Jenna.

I scoff. “Boundaries, eh?” I say through clenched teeth.

I steal a bottle of water and take off down the hall with it.

Two can play at this game, Jenna.