Jennie's POV
The next morning I wake up before Lisa and manage to roll her off me and untangle our legs without waking her. The memory of her saying my name in relief and all the secrets about herself she disclosed makes my stomach flutter. She was so unguarded and open last night, it made me care for her even more. The depth of my feelings for her scares me and I feel like I can tell they're there, but I'm not really ready to face them yet. I get my curling iron and the small bag of Wendy's makeup I borrowed, with her permission, of course, and walk down to the bathroom.
The hallway is empty, and no one knocks on the door while I get ready. I'm not as lucky as I make my way back to Lisa's room. Three guys come down the hall in my direction, one of them Ten.
"Hey, Jennie!" he chirps and flashes me his perfect smile.
"Hey, how are you?" I feel awkward with the three of them staring at me.
"Good, just on our way out. Are you like moving in here or something?" he says, and laughs.
"No, definitely not. Just . . . um . . . visiting." I have no clue what to say. The tall guy bends down and whispers something into Ten's ear. I can't make out what he says, but I look away. "Well, I will see you guys later," I say.
"Yeah, see you tonight at the party," Ten says and walks away.
What party? Why wouldn't Lisa mention a party to me? Maybe she doesn't plan on being there? Or maybe she doesn't want you to come, my subconscious adds. Who throws a party on a Tuesday, anyway?
When I reach Lisa's door, it opens before I reach the handle. "Where were you?" she says and opens it wide enough for me to walk in. "Doing my hair. I wanted to let you sleep," I tell her.
"I told you not to be wandering the halls, Jennie," she scolds.
"And I told you not to boss me around, Lisa," I add sarcastically, and her features soften.
"Touché." She laughs and steps closer to me. She places one of her hands on the small of my back and puts the other beneath my shirt and on my stomach. Her fingers are rough with calluses but glide gently on my skin, moving higher and higher on my stomach.
"However, you really should wear a bra when you're roaming the halls of a fraternity house, Jennie." She brings her mouth to my ear at the exact moment that her fingers find my breasts. She rubs over the sensitive area with her thumbs, making them harden under her touch. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I am frozen but my heart is racing. "You never know what kind of perverts are lurking in the halls," she says softly into my ear.
Her thumbs swirl around my nipples, before she pinches them lightly. My head falls to her chest and I am unable to control my moans as her fingers continue their gentle assault.
"I bet I could make you come just by doing this," she says and applies more pressure.
I had no idea that this could feel this . . . good. I nod and Lisa chuckles, her mouth against my ear. "Do you want me to do that? Make you come?" she asks and I nod again. Does she even have to ask? My heavy breathing and shaky knees should give it away.
"Good girl, now let's move to the—" she begins when the alarm on my cell phone goes off.
I snap to attention. "Oh God! We have to leave in ten minutes, Lisa, and you're not even dressed. I'm not even dressed!"
I pull away, but she shakes her head and pulls me back to her, this time pulling my pants and panties down my legs. She reaches over and shuts my phone off.
"I only need two minutes; that leaves eight to get dressed." She lifts me off the floor, taking me over to the bed. She sits me down on it, kneels in front of me, and pulls me by my ankles to the edge. "Spread your legs, baby," she coos, and I oblige.
I know this wasn't on my schedule for this morning, but I can't think of a better way to start my day. Her long finger traces up my thighs and she holds me down with one hand. Her head dips down and she licks up and down my core once before puckering her lips and sucking. It's that spot again, oh Lord. My hips buck off the bed and she pushes me back down and continues to hold me down. Using her other hand, she inserts a finger into me, pumping faster than ever before. I can't decide if her hands or her sucking feels better, but the combination is mind-blowing. Within seconds I feel that burn in the pit of my stomach and she pumps her finger faster.
"I'm going to try two, okay?" she says and I moan in approval. The feeling is strange and a little uncomfortable, like the first time she slipped her one finger inside me, but when she places her lips back on me and sucks again, I forget about the subtle pain. I whimper as Lisa removes her mouth once more.
"Shit, you're so tight, baby." Her words alone are going to send me over the edge. "You okay?" she asks.
I grab her by her curls and push her face down. She chuckles and then attaches her lips again. I moan her name and pull her hair as I experience my strongest orgasm ever. Not that I have had many, but this one was definitely the quickest and strongest. Lisa places a small kiss on my hipbone before standing and walking to the closet. I lift my head and try to catch my breath. She walks back over and wipes me off with a T-shirt, which might be more embarrassing if I were fully coherent.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to brush my teeth." She smiles and exits the room. I stand up and get myself dressed and check the time. We have three minutes until we have to leave. When Lisa returns, she quickly gets dressed and we're gone.
"Do you know how to get there?" I ask as she pulls out of the driveway. "Yeah, my father's best mate from university is Christian Vance," she tells me. "I've been there a couple of times."
"Oh . . . wow." I knew Marco had a connection there, but I didn't know the CEO was his best friend.
"Don't worry, he's a nice guy. A bit of a square but nice; you'll fit right in." Her smile is contagious. "You look lovely, by the way."
"Thank you. You seem to be in a good mood this morning," I say teasingly.
"Yeah, having my head between your thighs this early in the morning seems like an omen for a good day." She laughs and takes my hand in her.
"Lisa!" I scold her, but she only laughs once more.
The drive goes quickly, and in no time we're pulling around back of a six-story building with mirrored glass sides and a large V placed on the front.
"I'm nervous," I admit as I check my makeup in the mirror.
"Don't be; you will do fine. You are so smart, and he'll see that," Lisa assures me.
God, I love when she is nice like this.
"Thank you," I say and lean across to kiss her. It is a sweet and simple kiss.
"I'll be in the car waiting for you," she says and kisses me again.
The inside of the building is just as elegant as the outside. When I reach the front desk, I am given a day pass and instructed to go to the sixth floor. I reach the desk on the sixth floor and give the young man my name.
She flashes his perfect white smile at me before walking me to a large office and saying, "Mr. Vance, Jennie Ruby Jane Kim is here," to a middle-aged man with light patches of facial hair I can see through the doorway.
Mr. Vance waves me in and walks toward me to shake my hand. His green eyes can be seen from across the room and his smile is comforting and relaxes me as he tells me to have a seat.
"It's very nice to meet you, Jennie Ruby Jane, Thank you for coming," he says. "Jennie, you can call me Jennie. Thank you for having me," I say with a smile. "So, Jennie, you are a freshman English major?" he asks.
"Yes, sir," I say, nodding.
"Marco Manoban gave you a great recommendation, says I would be missing out if I didn't give you an internship."
"Marco is a very kind man," I say and he nods, rubbing his beard with his fingers.
He asks me to tell him what I've been reading of late and who are my favorite and least favorite authors, and to explain why I feel that way. He nods and hmms through my explanation, and when I finish, he smiles.
"Well, Jennie, when can you begin? Marco says with your courses it's easy enough to condense your schedule so you can be here two days a week and take classes on campus the other three," he says and my mouth falls open.
"Really?" is all I can say. This is beyond my expectations. I had assumed I would have to take night classes and come here during the day, if I got the offer.
"Yes, and you will also receive credit hours toward your degree for your time spent here."
"Thank you so much. This is such an amazing opportunity, thank you, thank you again." I can't believe how lucky I am.
"We will discuss your pay Monday when you start." "Pay?" I had assumed it would be an unpaid internship. "Yes, of course you will be paid for your time." He smiles.
I just nod, afraid that if I open my mouth I will thank him for the thousandth time.
I PRACTICALLY RUN to the car and Lisa climbs out as I near it. "Well?" she asks and I squeal.
"I got it! It's paid and I will be here two days a week and in school three days—and I get college credit—and he was so nice—and your dad is wonderful for doing this for me—and you are, too, of course. I am just so excited and I . . . well . . . I guess that's it." I laugh and she wraps her arms around me, squeezing me tight and lifting me into the air.
"I'm so happy for you," she says and I bury my fingers in her hair.
"Thank you," I say and she puts me down. "Really, thank you for driving me and waiting in the car."
She assures me that it's no problem, and as we both climb into the car she asks, "What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?"
"Go back to school, of course; we can still make it to Literature." "Really? I bet we could find something much more fun to do."
"No, I've already missed too many classes this week; I don't want to miss any more. I'm going to Literature, and so should you." I smile.
She rolls her eyes but nods in agreement.
We make it just in time for class and I gush to Jisoo about the internship. She congratulates me and gives me a tight hug. Lisa rudely makes gagging noises behind us and I kick back at her leg.
After class Lisa walks out with Jisoo and me as we discuss the details of the bonfire this Friday. I agree to meet Jisoo at her house at five for dinner and then we'll go to the bonfire at seven. Lisa stays quiet during our discussion, and I wonder if she will accompany me. She said at one point she would go, but I'm pretty sure that was only to compete with Rosé. Jisoo says her goodbyes as we reach the parking lot and walks off, whistling.
"Manoban!" someone calls. We both turn around to see Jackson and Nancy walking toward us. Great, Nancy. She is wearing a tank top and a red leather skirt. It's only Tuesday and she's already almost used up her skank quota for the week. She should save that stuff for the weekends.
"Hey," Lisa says and takes a step away from me. "Hey, Jennie," Nancy says in return.
I return her greeting and stand awkwardly as Lisa and Jackson exchange hellos.
"You're ready, right?" Jackson asks her, and it becomes clear that Lisa told them to meet her here. I don't know why I had assumed we would hang out again; it's not like we can spend every day together, but she could have said something.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Lisa tells them and looks at me. "See you around, Jennie," she casually says and walks off with them. Nancy looks back at me with a smirk on her makeup-covered face as she climbs into the passenger seat of Lisa's car and Jackson gets in back.
And I stand on the pavement and wonder what the hell just happened.