The Girl Next Door - Jenlisa

Chapter 13

The problem with being caught in situations with your pants down (or skirt up, for this matter) was that there were only a few opportunities where one could get away with being cocky.

Often it's the one who's in the position of power who gets the access pass—which in this case, it's painfully obvious it's NOT Lisa.

The blonde doesn't care, of course, like a goddamn shark who gets excited at the probability of blood. She hates herself for it but she couldn't help it: she thrives in banters and sarcasm and trying to see who squirms first.

What Lisa should have done was to meekly accept that she had to concede because she needed this account.

But back straight and eyes trying not to show any signs of backing down, the only unsure part in Lisa was the twitching between her legs that wouldn't let up since the moment she was ushered to a seat in front of the manager's table they're occupying—because god forbid, she's in a strange situation, yet this woman in front of her just never looked more delectable in this new twist of power.

Because let's face it: her neighbour calling the shots?

Hot.

But.

Her neighbour was apparently her client?

It's like a goddamn smut fanfic plot twist come true.

"So. Lisa Manoban," The woman's words swirled around her tongue, almost like she crooned instead of talked. Lisa's skin tingled at the way her last name sounded from her mouth.

Lisa sucked in a bit of breath, her eyes looking around the room subtly, something to help her calm her nerves. She never thought a huge office space with massive windows—a corner room to boot and with a lovely view of the Seoul skyline—would ever feel so suffocating. Never mind that the whole office was suffused with the same perfume she recognised in J's—well, Jennie Kim, apparently, because maybe it's time she finally called her actual name instead of childish and playful monikers so that it can help her head get straight—family car. Or that the arrangement of the woman's place was giving her surface-level insights into her personality—like how all her files were arranged neatly on one side of the table, or that there are yellow and white tulip-like flowers in a vase near her windows that just softened the room a bit—should be interesting enough to keep her less anxious.

All it seemed to make her want to do, however, was dwell on the fact that this cat-eyed brunette—who now suddenly looked a million times more intimidating in her perfect makeup and perfect poker face and perfectly ironed (how the hell?) top—was just in fact between her legs 30 minutes ago.

"Jennie Kim," Lisa acknowledged with a tense nod. She wanted to call her J just to try and see if she could unsettle the woman for a minute and wipe that cocky look off the brunette's face. "I want to say that this is a coincidence, but I find that with everything that's been going around us, it's kinda hard to think anything still is."