Married To The Jeon

CHAPTER 33

I just stare at her. She frowns.

"I know you don't like me doing this - but can I make you some tea?"

I nod.

"Twinings English Breakfast, weak and black?"

I nod.

"Coming right up, Lisa."

I stare blankly at my computer screen, still in shock. How can I make him understand? E-mail!

From: Lalisa Manobal

Subject: NOT AN ASSET!

Mr. Jeon, Next time you come and see me, make an appointment, so I can at least have some prior warning of your adolescent overbearing megalomania.

Yours

Jeon Lalisa <-----please note name!

From: Jeon Jungkook

Subject: Seven Shades of Sunday

My Dear Mrs. Jeon (emphasis on My)

What can I say in my defense? I was in the neighborhood. And no, you are not an asset, you are my beloved wife. As ever, you make my day.

Jeon Jungkook

He's trying to be funny, but I am in no mood to laugh. I take a deep breath and go back to my correspondence.

Jungkook is quiet when I climb into the car that evening.

"Hi," I murmur.

"Hi," he responds, warily - as he should.

"Disrupt anyone else's work today?" I ask too sweetly. A ghost of a smile crosses his face. "Only Flynn's."

Oh.

"Next time you go to see him, I'll give you a list of topics I want covered," I hiss at him.

"You seem out of sorts, Mrs. Jeon."

I glare steadily in front of me, at the backs of Ryan and Sawyer's heads. Jungkook shifts beside me.

"Hey," he says softly and reaches for my hand. All afternoon, when I should have been concentrating on work, I was trying to figure out what to say to him. But I became angrier and angrier with each passing hour. I've had enough of his cavalier, petulant, and frankly childish behavior. I snatch my hand out of his - in a cavalier, petulant, and childish manner.

"You're mad at me?" he whispers.

"Yes," I hiss. Folding my arms protectively across my body, I gaze out my window. He shifts beside me once more, but I will myself not to look at him. I don't understand why I'm so mad at him - but I am. Really fucking mad.

As soon as we pull up outside Escala, I break protocol and leap out of the car with my briefcase. I stomp into the building, not checking to see who is following. Ryan scuttles into the foyer behind me and dashes to the elevator to press the call button.

"What?" I snap when I'm alongside him. His cheeks redden.

"Apologies, ma'am," he mutters.

Jungkook comes and stands beside me to wait for the elevator, and Ryan retreats.

"So it's not just me you're mad at?" Jungkook murmurs dryly. I glare up at him and see a trace of a smile on his face.

"Are you laughing at me?" I narrow my eyes.

"I wouldn't dare," he says, holding his hands up like I'm threatening him at gunpoint. He's in his navy suit, looking crisp and clean with floppy sex-hair and a guileless expression.