The Girl Next Door - Jenlisa

Chapter 16

Lisa never knew lips could melt. But if anything, that was the closest to what her vocabulary could muster.

They were melting. Merging. The warmth of the woman's breath didn't tickle; they enveloped. They suffused the gaps of her lips, colouring the taste on her tongue. Lisa tasted haze and she was heady, like a quick-acting drug that drained her of all her oxygen. Their lips occupied each other with no tentativeness. Certainty coloured their intent from a simmering amber to a well darker than a burgundy, and they translated into an aroma Lisa got drunk in.

And she took and took and wondered why they never had it from the beginning when being this captivated never felt so addictive.

"And what exactly does this service translate to, if you're telling me you don't have all the answers?"

Lisa's eyes flicked the haze away as she refocused on removing the lust away from her gaze. She hoped that Jennie didn't look up from the reports she was parsing through while the blonde allowed her imagination to slip elsewhere.

She was back to reality: where it's a Wednesday, quarter near 10 am. Lisa's wearing her best blazer and skirt, her favourite one that cuts on a V a little too low and hangs perfect on her breasts, buttoned immaculately in the middle; the soft bump of her Bulgari Monete in a white gold chain on her skin that she always wore for good luck. On the opposite side of the table, her client wore her best poker face and delectable bare neck that was adorned carefully by her soft silk beige shirt and a darker beige pencil skirt. They were inside Jennie Kim's 16th-floor corner office, surrounded by the latter's perfume and tension so thick Lisa could stab it with a knife and struggle to pull it out.

If it were at all a representation of their power struggle, their colours felt ironic: Lisa of strong dark colours yet she was almost close to both desperation and disconcertion; Jennie in open accepting light colours yet she commanded this meeting with deft sass and calculated impertinence in her words–the understanding obvious that Lisa was an exception in her domain. That has been distinct in their dynamic for the whole hour, both getting heated and frustrated as they went through all the plans and digitalisation features, including backup plans in case of any probable disruption.

Lisa explained the details, alternated sitting and pacing around Jennie's office in order to articulate everything from their initial POCs to their proposed solutions to actual implementation. Even the 3rd party teams they're going to hire to ensure a proper rollout, along with the credentials and history of those who were joining their team – all of them were hand-picked by Lisa and Rosé and were practically the best of the best.

If Lisa were to be asked, she would say she delivered and nailed that presentation very well.

If she were to be asked about the tension between them when they met each other in the morning, however...Lisa would admit that there was so much left to be desired.

The blonde swallowed thickly as her gaze fell again on Jennie's pursed lips. She didn't know how, but she felt it was her fault for making them both feel disappointed about the events of last night. She can only remember being so enamoured by the woman between her arms, pinned to the wall and all hers for the taking.

The anticipation stewing between those minutes they were alone looped in her head vividly: minutes after her disappointment strewed over, while on the taxi ride home, while on her bed as she was barely graced by sleep. And again as she brushed her teeth this morning, staring at her lips and how useless they felt.

And again, as their hands clasped in a handshake this morning to try to dispel the strain between the two of them, as Jennie looked at her like she was dead meat and she looked at Jennie still somewhat pining for last night.