Jennie

"Jennie?"

As soon as I heard my name being called, reality came crashing back in. What the fuck was I doing? Her fingers were still in my mouth and I could taste myself on them, the sweet muskiness of my pussy where she had just made me come. I opened my eyes and she slowly withdrew her fingers from my mouth. I could feel her cock against my hip and I chewed my lip as I looked at her. I wanted to stay. I wanted more. I wanted her to fuck me, right here and now, the haze of my desire for her rendering me stupid in ways I'd never been before.

"Jennie!" The voice came again, louder and closer.

I pulled a face and pushed her away. Quickly, I reached down, pulled my panties off and pulled down my dress.

"Want me to keep them for you?"

I nodded and put my panties into her hand. "Thanks for rescuing me," I whispered.

Her fist closed over the white cotton as she smiled softly.

I smoothed my dress down my hips and thighs. I prayed to God that she hadn't left any marks on me when she'd been kissing my neck. I touched my lower lip and found it a tiny bit swollen where she had tugged it between her teeth.

"Don't worry, everybody's drunk, no one's going to know what happened here."

"Okay. Thanks."

Her eyes filled with amusement. "It was my pleasure."

"I need to go," I breathed, but before I could duck away, she leaned in and kissed me one more time. It was a short kiss, but one that whipped the breath right out of my lungs.

When she pulled back, she was grinning at me and she jerked her head back toward the bar. "Go," she ordered. "I'll let you get ahead."

"Okay." I nodded, still a little breathless. I turned and checked myself in the window as I headed back into the bar. My hair looked a little messy, but I felt glad that I seemed to be able to pass for someone who'd just gone outside to catch some air.

"Hey, where did you go?" Nayeon asked when I came around the corner. She had a frown on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

I shook my head and shrugged. "I just needed to get a little air." I waved my hand. "It was getting a little much for me in there."

"Were you dancing with Lisa earlier?" she asked as we headed back to the table.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if Lisa was following us, but I couldn't see her anywhere. "No." I shook my head. "Must have been someone else."

"Right." She nodded. "Did you see Momo? She came with her new man."

I shrugged my shoulders and she carried on talking about Momo, but I didn't hear a word. I couldn't believe what the hell I'd just done. I'd never done anything like that before in my life. I had only slept with like, three people and they had all been long-term boyfriends. And it wasn't the alcohol that had gotten me loosened up either. It was something else entirely. As soon as that guy had touched me, Lisa had been there to jump in and tell him to fuck off. At that moment, something had switched in the way I looked at her. Then on the dancefloor, the heat of her hands on my body, it just seemed to be more than I could take…

"Are you all right?" Nayeon asked, her brow furrowed.

I snapped back to reality and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, really, I'm fine," I assured her. "I just…I guess I'm just a little tipsy. It's been a long day. A very long day."

I played out the rest of the night just leaning back in my seat. A secret little smile on my heart the whole time. None of them knew what had gone down with Lisa outside, and I had no intention of filling in the blanks for them. Who knew being bad could be so much damn fun? Now I wanted to climb Lisa's ladder wrung by wrung.

More than a little drunk, I stepped outside the bar and glanced around to see if Lisa was still hanging around, but she was nowhere to be seen. I realized I felt disappointed. I don't know why, but I thought she might have been waiting for me. Biting my lip, I caught a taxi home. Climbing in, I waved goodbye to all my friends. As the cab pulled away, I leaned back against the leather and closed my eyes.

I still couldn't believe I'd done that. Any of it.

It was just soooo not me. I had never felt something like that in my life before. God only knew where it had come from either, because it felt as though she had set me on fire with just one look. I thought back to Mark, to his less than sensual attempts while on top of me when we were in bed and that irritating query "did you come?" afterwards that I would always nod yes to, before ducking off to the bathroom with my vibrator.

Heck, with just her fingers and her kiss, Lisa had done more for me in ten minutes than Mark had in the entirety of our relationship, and I had to admit that I would be judging my future partners against Lisa for a long time to come.

I slipped into the house glad my parents were already asleep and tiptoed up the stairs to bed. When I was younger, Mom had a way of knowing precisely what was going on in my head just by taking one look at me. If she caught wind of what I'd been doing tonight and with whom, there would be hell to pay.

I stopped halfway up the stairs. My God, that was some risk I took there. How could I have been so careless and irresponsible? If I'd been caught in the act, I couldn't even begin to imagine what my parents' reactions would have been. Dumping my fiancé was one thing, but hooking up with someone around the back of a bar that same day? The whole damn town would have known and my mom might have had to carry out an honor killing.

I scrubbed my makeup off and climbed into the pajamas that Shelly, the maid had laid out for me on the bed. They were chosen by my mom and just about the unsexist thing a woman could wear. I guess Mom still thought of me as her pure little virgin. I slipped beneath the covers, head spinning a little bit. I wasn't sure if it was all to do with the alcohol, or the crazy memory of Lisa.

I touched my fingers to my lips, as though I could remind myself of the feel of her mouth on mine again. Her body had felt so right next to mine, as though we had been built to fit into one another. Why exactly had I turned her down all those years ago, again?

Well, back then, I had been a girl with big dreams and she had been a girl sowing her wild oats. Now I was the girl who just wanted what I could get today while she was a woman with so damn much to offer such a girl. I grinned as I stared at the ceiling. Who would have thought that a day where I'd walked in on the man I was meant to marry while he was fucking another woman would finish with such a big smile on my face, but here we were. And it was all because of the mechanic. I closed my eyes and filled my head with images of Lisa, of us, of everything that we had done together and everything that we had yet to do until sleep took me.

When my eyes fluttered open the next morning and to my great relief, I found myself surprisingly hangover-free. I certainly hadn't earned it that was for sure, so I gingerly pushed myself upright in bed. As I stretched and yawned, suddenly the memories of what had gone down the night before flooded into my brain and I giggled to myself.

Yeah, that had actually happened.

Even if I didn't see Lisa ever again after this, I wasn't exactly averse to having that be my only memory of her.

"Jennie!"

My mother's voice came up the stairs and I sprang out of bed, as though she had somehow climbed inside my head and caught me thinking about Lisa. "Yeah?" I called back.

"Phone call for you!" She came up the stairs.

I went to the door, wiping a smudge of makeup that I had missed last night out from under my eye in the mirror. I opened it and she handed over my cellphone, which in my drunken state I must have left on the floor in the hallway, where I had stopped to take my shoes off.

There was a look on my mother's face I couldn't read. "I answered it for you."

"Who is it?" I asked, not exactly happy that she had seen fit to answer my phone, but knowing her, she probably thought it was Mark and she was trying to get the low down from him.

"Some woman called, Lisa." She wrinkled up her nose.

My stomach flipped. I had automatically assumed it was Jisoo buzzing about the plans for the wedding party, or to do a post-mortem on the bachelorette night, but it never even crossed my mind it would be Lisa. My heart started pounding. So loud I was afraid my mom would hear it.

"Thanks, Mom," I said as I closed the door. Lifting the phone to my ear, I heard my voice croak out, "Hello."

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Lisa

She sounded nervous on the phone, a million miles away from the confident woman from last night, who had asked for and taken her pleasure.

"Hey," I greeted. "Your car's ready, if you want to come pick it up."

"Right, yeah. That's great. Really great. I mean of course, I'll come and pick it up." She stopped suddenly. It must have occurred to her that she was almost babbling.

"You want to join me in town for something to eat first?" I suggested, glancing at my watch. I had skipped breakfast to come in early and work on the car, and now I was starving. Plus, it was a chance to see her again, to figure out how she felt about what had gone down last night. After all, I still had her panties at my house on my nightstand. A trophy? I grinned. So what? I'd wanted this woman since high school.

"Oh, yeah. That would be great," she agreed, clearly surprised. "Just let me get ready and I'll meet you at the diner in fifteen?"

"Sure." I nodded, and I hung up. I realized I had a smile on my face at the thought of seeing her again. Just like a damn teenager. I needed to get myself together. It was no big deal and definitely nothing to get hung up on. Technically, we had just fooled around when we had both been drinking. This kind of thing happened every Saturday night all over the country.

I cleaned myself up and drove her car back into town; I had to pick up another vehicle for a go-over later in the day, so I could just drive that back to the garage. I liked her car. I wondered what she did to be able to get her hands on a vehicle as nice as this one.

When I arrived at the diner, she was already waiting for me. I had to admit that I'd been surprised she had suggested a place like this. I would have thought she would pick the new hotel downtown, but maybe she was one of those rich girls that liked to play at being just another girl. Hey, if she wanted to get down and dirty, I was all too happy to accommodate anyway I could.

She looked good, considering she couldn't have gotten home before midnight last night. Her chocolate hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was scrubbed clean. Actually, she looked younger and fresher than she had last night.

She was tracing her finger around the rim of her coffee cup and staring off into space when I stepped in, but her eyes slid to me when I strode through the door and she offered me a shy smile.

Little late for shy, but okay.

"Hey," she called. "Thanks for bringing the car in and…uh…everything."

"No problem," I replied, as I sat opposite her.

The waitress approached and poured me a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, Pauline," I said, taking a long, grateful sip. I hadn't had a whole hell of a lot to drink the night before, but had thrown back a few when I got back home. A strong black coffee was usually enough to scrub the raw edges off any lingering effects.

"I haven't been in this place in so long." She glanced around and shook her head, making her ponytail swing. "I used to love it here. All of us did."

"Yeah, I can't believe it's still going." I cast my eyes around. "Guess a whole new generation of teenagers are using it as their date spots now."

"And so the world turns," she murmured. Our knees brushed briefly beneath the table and she seemed to shiver slightly. Her teeth traced a line over her lower lip for a split second.

Fuck, she was hot. First thing in the morning and she already had me all riled up. It took me a minute to remind myself that I couldn't just throw her down on this table and fuck her senseless right here in front of everyone.

"So, how did it go with my car?" she asked, glancing outside to where her vehicle was waiting for her.

"As good as rain," I replied. "Managed to get her going again, but you'll want to take her into a garage back in the city when you get a chance, make sure that everything's running smooth."

"As long as I can actually make it back to the city in it, I don't mind," she replied.

Pauline came over to get our order.

I had what I always did, a couple of eggs and bacon to go with my black coffee.

Jennie ordered some fruit. "Don't want anything too heavy on a hangover. About what happened last night…"

"I think," I said quickly, "last night is best described by Josephine Baker when she said, 'I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.' "

She pulled a face at me threw back her head and laughed. I hadn't heard her laugh before and I was surprised by what a lovely sound it was.

She peered at me over her coffee cup. "The next time, am I going to be able to dance with bananas?"

"Princess, the day you have to use a banana while I'm around will be a sad one," I mocked.

She turned a lovely shade of rose. Suddenly, I was surprised at how easy I was finding this breakfast. Back in the day, I could never have imagined hanging out with someone like her in this casual a setting, but she seemed chilled, laid-back, in a way that I'd never seen her before. Maybe all she'd needed all this time was for me to make her come on my fingers.

Before she could say anything else, I spotted someone over her shoulder, someone I unfortunately recognized. I groaned internally as Rosé, my ex, made her way toward the table, bleached-blonde hair pulled into a high topknot on her head. She was wearing a tight white top and jeans shorts. Her hips swayed deliberately from side to side.

I exhaled quietly.

Rosé and I'd been hanging out for about six months the year before, but it was really nothing more than sex. Of course, I wouldn't commit and in an effort to make me realize what I had, she started dating a man. That was a godsend situation. I said my goodbyes and wished them a very happy life, but I heard recently that they'd split up, so that would explain why she was walking up to me like I owed her something again. I leaned back in my seat and offered her a smile, hoping that we could keep this brief if not civil.

"Hey," she drawled, voice low and seductive, clearly an attempt to make the woman I was with feel insecure.

"Hi, Rosé." From the corner of my eye, I noted the way Jennie looked at her, a little flicker of jealousy passing over her face. "You know, Jennie, don't you?"

"Sure." She glanced at Jennie briefly, barely acknowledging her presence, before turning her attention back to me. "How've you been doing these last few months?" she cooed, cocking her head to the side and shifting her weight on one hip. "I haven't seen a lot of you."

"You know, working, drinking, the usual," I replied casually.

"I should bring my car in. She needs to have your magic fingers work her."

I felt my jaw tighten with annoyance. "Call me and I'll see if there's room for you in my schedule."

She laughed, tossing her head back and catching the attention of every guy in the diner. "I know you'll make space for me," she replied, there was something malicious about the way her eyes slid over to Jennie.

"I'll see what I can do."

She let a slow smile spread across her face before she continued on her way across the diner.

Jennie had her arms crossed over her chest, coffee forgotten. She looked pissed. She raised her eyebrows at me expectantly across the table.

I stared back at her. "What is it?"

"You're really just going to sit there in front of me making plans to hook up with her after what happened last night?" she demanded, incredulous.

I felt surprised by her reaction. "Sorry, I didn't realize what happened last night was a proposal to go steady."

Clearly, it was the wrong thing to say because her face darkened and she shot to her feet. Scrabbling in her pocket for some money, she slammed it down on the table. "I'm going home," she snapped. "Give me my car keys. I'm getting out of here."

"Let me drive you." I quickly grabbed the keys off the table and got to my feet too. "Least I can do after you brought me some business."

"I don't want you to," she spat, looking away from me. "Why not just go down and see to Rosé's car instead?"

I waved my hand. "She can wait."

"She didn't seem like she was prepared to wait," she quipped with pure sarcasm in her tight voice while storming out to the car outside.

I left some money on the table and followed her out.

She had some ass on her. Full and firm. She was standing by the passenger seat, her arms crossed over her chest, her face stony.

I unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her. "Come on." I jerked my head toward the open door. "Get in. I'll give you a lift back to your place."

"I can drive myself."

"We can stand here arguing this all day and you're not getting the keys."

"Neanderthal," she muttered under her breath, as she slipped in.

I closed the door. With a small smile of amusement, I walked around to the driver's side. There was only so long she could keep up this game, and she knew it. I started the car up and pulled away from the diner for the short drive back to her parents' place.

"I can't believe you would do that right in front of me, after what happened last night," she fumed.

My brow furrowed. "Do what? Would you please tell me what the fuck I did wrong?" I demanded.

"You came on to her," she yelled.

"I didn't come on to her."

She deepened her voice to mimic mine. "Yup.. Call me and I'll see if there's room for you in my schedule."

"Are you crazy? That is not coming on to someone. What? I'm supposed to shoot down every opportunity for some work just because you're in town?"

"It's not like that," she fired back.

I pulled over the car onto a quiet bit of road so I wouldn't get distracted and slide us into a ditch. "Then what is it like?" I demanded.

She bit her lip and remained silent.

"Sorry, Jennie, but we just messed around last night. If it meant something more to you—"

"It didn't," she cut me off furiously. "I just would like to be treated with a little more respect, that's all—"

This time I was the one who cut her off. Before she could say another word, I swooped down on her, crashed my mouth on hers and forced my tongue into her surprised mouth.

For a second, she froze and I felt sure that she was so pissed she would push me off, bite my tongue, or something, but instead her body softened and melted against me, her mouth sucking on my tongue. I moved my hand over her face and let the other come to rest on her knee, and my cock hardened to rock. I wondered for the briefest second how practical it would be to pull her onto my lap, and fuck her right here in her car. But at that moment another car passed on the road behind us and I realized I didn't need to take such risks. I could wait until tonight. I would fuck her, and fuck her I would, until she was completely out of my system.

"Dinner, tonight," I murmured as I pulled back. "Nobody else. Just you and me. That sound better?"

"Yeah, that sounds better," she agreed, a little breathless as she looked deep into my eyes.

I grinned. So the Rosé thing had been a trip-up, but she still wanted me. She kissed me again, just briefly, and I knew it was a promise of something more to come tonight. And I couldn't wait to see exactly what that would take the form of.

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Jennie

I twisted back and forth in my plain black dress, wishing I had brought something a little sexier, but then, I had no idea I would be going on a date with the hottest girl from high school on my second night in town.

I had deflected questions from my mother all evening about exactly who Lisa was and mercy of mercies, she seemed to have forgotten who Lisa was from high school, and probably thought I was slipping out with some lawyer, or doctor, or something. She'd have a heart attack if she knew I was going out with a mechanic.

"Are you sure it's not a little soon to be putting yourself out there?" she asked, her eyes looking concerned.

I slipped into a pair of strappy black shoes to match my dress as I shrugged. "I don't want to sit around waiting anymore. That's what I did with Mark and it ended pretty badly, after all."

"I suppose." She wrinkled her brow. "What does this woman do for a living then?"

"I'm not sure," I lied.

The wrinkles on my mother's brow deepened. "Are you sure this is a wise idea? She could be a serial killer for all you know."

"Mom, I went to school with her," I replied firmly.

"Well, anyway, Dad and I will stay up until you get back."

"Ugh, Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself. It's just a date. Who do you think took care of me while I was in the city?"

My mother's eyes widened. "All right then. If anything happens, call us straight away."

"I will. Thanks, Mom."

She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress."

"Oh thanks, Mom."

"Of course, it would look better if you lost some weight…"

I groaned inwardly. "Yeah, well, I guess I better go down."

We went down the stairs together. God knows what was going through Mom's head, but all I could think of was Lisa. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her all day. I'd been so pissed when that Rosé girl came up to Lisa in the diner, but maybe that had all been some kind of play on Lisa part, something to get me hot, bothered and jealous about the fact that she was focusing her attention on Rosé, and not on me?

Whatever it was, it worked, and before I knew it, I'd found myself making out with her in my car, her mouth hot and hungry as it moved over mine. The smell and heat from her body ignited something deep inside me.

I felt a shiver go up my spine at the memory. God, but she was a brilliant kisser. It took everything I had not to straddle her right there and then. Just have her take me the way I'd wanted her to outside the bar.

I felt it in my bones that this affair could end in tears for me if I wasn't careful, but I told myself I knew what I was doing. I'd keep my heart out of it. After Mark's betrayal, I needed to just let go and have fun. No strings. No commitment. And a girl like Lisa was perfect. She would never be anything close to someone you could settle down with, have family, grow old with but as long as I was in town, I didn't see why I shouldn't have a little fun. Or a whole lot of fun, as the case may be.

She picked me up from outside the house, and I could practically feel my mother watching us from afar, as I climbed into her car while she held open the door.

"You look good," she remarked, grinning at me. She was wearing a blue button-down shirt with a couple of buttons open and black jeans.

I was surprised at how different she looked, how well she cleaned up. "Not too bad yourself," I replied, watching her glance up at the house.

I did the same, and saw my mother dropping the curtain at once.

"Let me guess, they're not exactly delighted you're going out with me?" She remarked as she pulled out of the driveway and into town.

I shook my head. "Actually, I didn't tell them who you were. I might even have lied about your profession. They have no idea who you are," I confessed.

"So I'm the taboo choice, huh?"

I suddenly realized how it must sound to her. I was so caught up in how I was feeling I didn't think how it would sound to her to tell her how my parents thought about people from her social class. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's just my parents, you know?"

Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "Don't feel guilty on my behalf. I have often found forbidden fruit to be the sweetest."

I smiled gratefully at her "Thank you for understanding."

She fired up the ignition and put the car into motion. "That's me. An understanding girl."

"So where are we going for dinner?"

"There's a place just outside town. Opened up a few months ago," she replied, glancing at me. "It's nothing very special, but it's better than the bar again."

"No, that sounds perfect," I murmured, and I felt the butterflies stir excitedly in my stomach even as I tried my very hardest to play it cool. How could this girl have this much of an effect on me? She hadn't so much as laid a finger on me, not even a kiss on the cheek to say hello, and yet my body felt as though it was being drawn to hers. It was almost impossible to resist, and definitely impossible to ignore. Even knowing that this was exactly how she landed all the girls in this town in her bed before me, I was helpless to push back against the strong desire for her welling up inside me.

We arrived at the restaurant, and I raised my eyebrows as I climbed out of the car.

"What is it?" she asked. "Something wrong?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "Just didn't expect a place like this to have set up shop here, that's all."

"Hey, we're not a completely backwater town," she reminded me.

I looped my arm through hers. I was trying to playing casual even though just touching her like this made the soles of my feet prickle with excitement.

She led me inside and gave the host our names. She led us to a private corner table, lit by candlelight.

I wasn't sure I had ever seen a place like this in my hometown before, all dark polished wood, deep reds, and gold accents. I took my seat opposite her and grinned as I looked around. "Thank you for taking me out tonight." I glanced at her, fluttering my lashes playfully. "It's nice to get out of the house for a while."

"Most people would never want to leave if they had your house," she replied.

"And if they had my parents, they'd get where I was coming from," I countered.

The waiter arrived with a couple of menus.

Soon, we were choosing food and talking about high school, going over the dramas, the dates, and tears. Everything that seemed so ridiculous in retrospect, but had carried the weight of a full-blown Shakespearean tragedy at the time.

"Hey, remember that time Miss. Greenwald went brick red when she found that giant dildo in her drawer?" I asked.

"I'll always remember the way she sprang back as if it was going to sit up and bite her for the rest of her life."

I started to giggle. "Poor woman. I bet she had never seen a real life one before that."

"That's exactly why I did it. She looked like she'd never had a day of fun her entire life."

My jaw dropped. "You did that?"

She grinned. "That was my retirement present to her. I didn't know she was going to have a nervous breakdown over it."

I began to really laugh. "So you thought you were doing her a favor?"

"Something like that," she conceded sheepishly.

We were still laughing when the waiter came. We ordered two steaks, salad, and a good bottle of red wine.

As I sipped, the wine and conversation flowed easily between us. "So, how long have you owned the garage?"

She shrugged. "I got the place a couple years ago. Thought I should put down some real roots, you know? Stop just drifting around, and actually do something with my life."

"Despite what my parents think, in my opinion you're doing better than most of the guys I know our age," I pointed out.

She grinned and eyed me, letting her gaze linger on my mouth for a moment. "Sure am," She replied.

I knew at once that she wasn't talking about the garage.

I felt heat and chemistry crackling through the air between us, just like it had on that first day we had met at the garage. I shifted nervously in my seat. I wasn't sure how to play this game, but I knew I wanted to win, if winning meant I got to feel the way I felt last night again. I took another sip of wine, letting the complicated flavor mellow over my tongue. The feel of it in my mouth made me braver. I would never again, do what I did with Mark…play the submissive female role. Always saying yes, always trying to please. Always waiting for him to initiate the sex. No, this time I would be the strong one. I intended to take my pleasure where I found it. Just as I opened my mouth to flirt with her, I spotted someone making their way toward us.

Two someone, actually.

"Jisoo!" I exclaimed, beaming as she weaved through the tables toward me.

Bobby, her fiancé, was following her, but he had an expression on his face I couldn't get a read on.

I stood up and smiled at Bobby then gave Jisoo a quick hug. "Hey you," I greeted.

"I didn't realize you would be here tonight," she remarked, and her eyes slid over to Lisa. She paused for a moment when she saw who I was with.

Lisa stared back at Jisoo, her expression unreadable.

Jisoo's expression also remained equally unreadable. "You guys should join us," she suggested, but so coldly, it was clear that the offer was only on the table because she knew it would have been rude not to make it.

"No, it's fine," Lisa answered. "You guys enjoy your evening, though."

"You sure?" Jisoo pressed.

"Certain," Lisa replied firmly.

A brief moment of awkwardness set in before Jisoo shrugged and turned to her fiancé. "Well, see you later," she stated, her voice a little hard. "Can I borrow you in the bathroom for a second, Jennie?"

"Yeah, of course." I nodded, furrowing my brow.

She led me out of the main part of the restaurant and into the ladies. She made sure the door was shut behind us before she turned to me, and the sweetness that had been present in her voice before dropped away suddenly. "You're on a date with Lisa?" she asked incredulously.

I nodded. "Yeah, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"You want to be careful around her," she warned. "I know you've been out of town for a while, so you don't know how it is, but trust me, she's not someone you want to get caught up with, Jennie."

"Oh, no?" I wrinkled my nose.

"I told you last night. That woman has been through every woman in town and then some," she went on, repeating what she had said last night. "She's probably just looking for some fresh meat with you. She's just going to use you and then throw you away, just like she has with every other woman she's been with."

"Alright," I replied casually. To be honest, her assessment of Lisa didn't bother me at all. I wasn't in town for long, after all, and I wasn't looking for anything deadly serious with somebody. I just wanted a little fun, to blow off the steam I had been holding in this whole time with Mark. And what better way to do that than with a woman who never seemed to take things seriously?

"I mean, she even tried to hit on me." She shuddered, as though she couldn't believe she was coming out and saying it. "I turned her down, obviously, but she's just…she's gross, Jennie, and I don't want you getting all caught up in that."

"I appreciate it, but I'm a big girl now," I replied patiently. Jesus, I'd forgotten how fucking stupid small-town politics could be; I was just out for a good time, and Jisoo felt the need to take me aside with this portent of doom shit as though I had no idea what kind of girl Lisa was. "I'm just having a little fun, that's all," I assured her. "I know how to take care of myself. Trust me, after Mark, I've earned this."

She eyed me warily. "But that is exactly why I'm warning you. Mark couldn't be the kind of man to affect you like Lisa could. He didn't hurt you, but trust me Lisa will."

I smiled tightly. "What makes you think I won't hurt her?"

"Hurt her? You?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Jennie, stop kidding yourself. She's the town slut. "

I smiled tightly. Somehow, this conversation felt like it had just taken a turn for the worse. "Alright. Thanks for the warning, but I think I still want to have some fun with this."

"I suppose I can't stop you, but just…use some protection, and look after yourself, all right?"

"I will," I promised her, more than a little pissed at the way she was talking to me. Like I was some brainless city girl who was just going to walk into this town and fall in love with the first one who took her out to dinner. I knew what I was doing, and I knew precisely what to expect from a woman like Lisa, Why wasn't it all right that I just wanted something a little fun for a change?

"Well then, you have a good night." She frowned, paused for another moment, and then ducked out of the room to join her fiancé.

I looked at myself in the mirror; my eyes were shining with excitement, despite the conversation. The truth was I couldn't wait to see where the rest of this night would take me.

Sure, it was far removed from the real world, but what I needed more than anything was a hot fling. Something fun, irresponsible and sexy to get my mind off all the shit that had happened back home. I had a life back in the city, a real life that I would have to return to, and it didn't involve someone like Lisa, so why not enjoy what I had right in front of me?

I grinned at myself in the mirror, fixed my hair, and then headed back outside to finish my hot date.

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I'm so angry and sad about what's happening with Lisa :(