THE HOT lawyer's

Part 10

Lisa

There was absolutely no reason I needed to haul Jennie and her manager, Jisoo, into my office to discuss the details of her contract. Everything I had to tell them could have taken place over the phone. But the thought of seeing that fucking body again—those lips puckered around the straw of an iced coffee, those beautiful hips and ass wrapped in a tight dress—was far too tempting.

At least with her manager here, I couldn't swipe away the paperwork on my desk and fuck her on top of it. But it was all I'd been thinking about since the moment she had sat down.

Damn it, this was a tease.

I just wanted a whiff of her pussy.

A quick lick across her clit.

To feel her cunt clench around my cock.

Jennie Kim was worse than an addiction because this need, this fucking ache, couldn't be cured. The two nights I'd had her wasn't enough. And no matter where I tried to put my brain, it always went back to her.

Like now, as I visually fucked her in that navy dress.

I shook my head and glanced down at the contract, knowing it was time to get down to business.

"The requirements of this one are simple as far as reality television standards are concerned. You're required to be present during set filming times, which could be up to fifty or sixty hours a week. The location will be determined by the studio forty-eight hours prior." I pointed at the next section of paragraphs in case she wanted to follow along with her copy. "The studio will provide transportation to the locations, and they're very specific about punctuality. There's a clause that allows them to fine you if you're over fifteen minutes late."

"I'm punctual," Jennie said, the embarrassment on her face coming in red and hot. "That was a one-time thing; it's not my norm."

"No judgment here." There was also no reason for her to defend herself, but instead of telling her that, I said, "If the scene you're shooting is sponsored by a brand—whether it's clothing, beverages, sunglasses, whatever—you're required to use or wear the products for the duration of filming. There will be times when the studio will provide you with social media materials about the show or sponsored products, and it's mandatory you post that content within a certain period."

"All very standard, as Lisa said," Jisoo added. "You'll soon be hired for personal endorsements, and the same rules will apply." She smiled at Jennie. "Do you have any concerns so far?"

Jennie gathered all her hair together and rested it over the side of her shoulder, running her fingers through it. "It all seems pretty straightforward. Attend filming, be on time, post when they need me to."

"Easy enough, right?" Jisoo pushed.

My eyes didn't leave Jennie.

I wanted to pull those silky, long locks and feel them tickle my chest as she kissed her way down my body toward my cock.

I cleared my throat, my focus returning to the paperwork. "During the next three months of filming, they're going to put you up in an apartment. You're not required to sleep there, but your things need to be moved in, and it must appear as though it's your primary residence. During the hours of nine a.m. to ten p.m., the cameras will be recording. The footage can be used at their discretion—you have no say in their editing. Therefore, they can take dialogue out of context, or they can manipulate the sequence of conversations, presenting things in ways that weren't originally intended." I glanced up. "And you can't sue them for that."

Jennie was now gripping her purse, pulling it closer against her body. "I need to be extremely careful with what I say. At all times. Jeez."

"Even when you're under the influence," Jisoo told her. "Which will be a majority of the scenes."