Chapter 9

Jennie

"You have got to be kidding me." I blink. Once. Twice.

Lisa Manoban is still there. She's staring back at me, and good Lord, that woman looks fine as hell in that navy blue suit. Her dark hair is a little messy.

I'm instantly turned on. And equally annoyed. What the hell is she doing here?

"Jennie? Is everything all right?" Mino follows my line of sight out the glass door. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong." I force a smile and look back up. Song Mino works at our sister company and is partnering with me on this new big project. We dated for a while a year ago, and are better friends than lovers. He's a nice guy, too nice really, and working with my ex isn't as awkward as I thought it would be.

Don't get me wrong, it is awkward to work with an ex when he's still in love with you. But it's manageable.

"I'll be right back," I say and stand, moving quickly out of my office. Lisa steps in my direction. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Jennie, nice to see you too." She gives me her trademark smile, and if I wasn't still pissed at her for whatever the hell she was trying to do before, I might have gotten weak in the knees.

"Are you stalking me?"

"I'm not doing a very good job at it, am I?" She laughs and lets her eyes wander over me. "I like professional-Jennie. You look very…proper."

I cross my arms. "Seriously, what are you doing here? Do I need to call security?"

Mino comes up behind me. "Is she bothering you, Jennie?"

Lisa pushes her shoulders back and stares at Mino.

"No," I say. "This is my brother's friend, Lisa. I didn't expect to see her, that's all."

"Oh." Mino holds out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Mino. Which brother's friend? She's got a lot," he says with a chuckle.

"Jinwoo's," Lisa says and shakes Mino's hand. Something changes in her demeanor, and it's then I notice how tired and worn Lisa looks. "I'm attending a physician's conference in the city."

"But that still doesn't explain why you're here," I press.

"I'll let you guys catch up," Mino says, reaching out to take my hand. He gives it a squeeze. "Call me if you need anything. See you later." He turns to Lisa. "Nice to meet you." He walks past us, going to the party to celebrate the successful launch of our new program. The shock starts to wear off and my heart speeds up. Lisa is here. In my office. The last time I saw her, she grabbed me and almost kissed me.

And I wanted her to.

I still can't think of that incident without growing wet. I've dreamed of it over and over, and in my dreams, she finishes what she started. I want to tear off her suit jacket and untuck her shirt, slowly undoing every button before peeling it off her body.

Lisa closes the distance between us. She smells even better than I remember, and the scent of her cologne triggers something animalistic inside of me, making me think there's a good chance I might actually rip her clothes off.

"Sorry to startle you," she says. "I really had no idea you worked here."

At a loss for words, I just nod.

"I was going to text you and tell you I was here, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me after…" She trails off and looks away.

After she made it clear getting close to me bothered her. I think. Maybe? I can't get a read on her.

"Well, welcome to Chicago. You've never been here before, have you?"

"No. It's nice."

"You sound surprised." I inhale and try to get my heart rate to go back to normal. Usually, I complain that it's too cold in this office, but right now I'm sweating. And it has nothing to do with Lisa. Nope. No way.

"I didn't know what to expect, really." She casts her eyes in the direction of the party. "And it was a last-minute thing. One of the surgeons I worked under when I first started my residency got me into the convention."

"That was nice. Right? Or are conventions awful? I kinda hate going to them. I have to talk to too many people and I don't like most people." Shit. I probably shouldn't have said that.

Lisa laughs, eyes brightening. "Honestly, it's nice to sit down for hours at a time. I haven't done that much lately. And I'm hoping talking to one of the surgeons speaking will get me a foot in the door for a fellowship I want."

"A fellowship? I'm guessing it doesn't have anything to do with taking a magical ring to Mordor."

"Unfortunately, no. But if it was, I'd just ride the giant eagles, right?"

I hike an eyebrow. "You do know that wouldn't have—you like Lord of the Rings?"

"Now you sound surprised."

"You and Jinwoo always seemed so alike, so yeah, I guess I am." I bite my lip, wrestling my libido down. "What are you doing here though? Like in my office here?"

"Oh, I, uh," she starts, diverting her eyes to the ground for a second. "Another doctor and I went out to lunch together and ran into your secretaries. They invited us back for some sort of work party." She's trying not to cringe as she talks, and it's both adorable and repulsive.

"You were hoping for a booty call."

"It's not technically a booty call if I'm not the one calling."

I put a hand on my hip. "You're not helping your case, Manoban."

"Fine. Yes. But not me. Just Tyler."

"I thought all doctors referred to each other as 'Doctor Whatever' and not your first names."

"It depends on where we are. In the hospital setting, we do. Mostly. Hey," she says and playfully nudges me. "We spent over a decade in school. We've earned being called 'doctor' all the time." She smiles again and dammit, I'm going to have to change my underwear. "I didn't know you were so high up in the company."

"Unlike you doctors, I don't need to go around bragging."

Lisa chuckles and I suddenly realize there are other people in the office, including Rene, who keeps looking over her shoulder at us.

"Do you want to go find your date?"

"No," she answers quickly. "I didn't want to come, but I'm glad I did."

"Yeah." I find myself smiling. "Me too." Our eyes meet, and I want to ask her to walk back with me, introduce her to my co-workers, and get a drink or two at the bar.

Then I remember I'm mad at her.

She's an asshole, getting me all hot and bothered just to turn around and walk away like it was nothing at all.

"I have to go back to work."

"Isn't your day over at five?" she asks, looking at the clock on the wall behind me.

"Who told you that?"

"Your secretary."

"Her day is, but I stay late sometimes."

"Even on a Friday?"

"Especially on a Friday," I retort, then realize it wasn't the best comeback. Wit has never been my strong suit.

She gives me her best cocky smile. "And you said I was a fuddy-duddy."

"So now you're not too cool to use that word?"

"Oh, I am way too cool. I'm cool and a doctor, remember?"

I can't help but laugh. What's the harm in getting one drink and one piece of cake? Maybe she's not an asshole.

Or maybe I'm really naïve.

There's only one way to find out.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"My answer to that will always be yes."

I motion to the back of the building. "We have food. And drinks. And it sounds like someone has fired up the karaoke machine."

We fall in step together, going through the rows of empty desks. "Is this a regular occurrence?"

"Parties? Kind of. We always celebrate a successful launch, and doing stuff like this keeps up morale in the workplace."

"All I want is an eight-hour shift."

"How long do you work? I know residents have crappy hours."

"Usually around eighty hours a week."

I give her a horrified look. "How is that legal? You're all doctors, so you know how bad it is to not get enough sleep."

"Yeah, I'm shortening my life so I can extend it for others." She's joking…kind of. "I worked nineteen hours before getting on a plane to come here."

"Ouch." No wonder she looks so tired. "And you landed this morning?"

"Yeah. I landed at O'Hare around six this morning."

"Ohhh, that's a rookie mistake. Fly out of Midway next time. O'Hare is crazy busy. Or just drive. It's like four hours from here to Indy. Traffic permitting, at least."

"Noted. I did consider driving, but wasn't sure if I could stay awake."

"That's sad."

She shrugs. "It's been my life for the last several years. I'm used to it. Though my ideal vacation would be any quiet hotel room with a comfortable bed."

"That's mine too, though I'd prefer that room to be in a Disney hotel."

"I've never been."

"What?" I give her my best I-can't-fucking-believe-it look. "We've been a few times, and the last trip, all my stupid brothers thought they were too old and too cool to go to Disney. They missed out."

"I remember that. You went our junior year over spring break and Jinwoo had a party at your house."

"No way."

"Yeah. It got out of control and Jin had to come shut it down. He was just a rookie cop then."

"Oh my God. And no one ever found out. I can't believe Jin didn't tell me!"

"I probably wasn't supposed to tell you. It seems like it was so long ago."

"Were Jinhwan and Donghyuk there?"

Lisa raises an eyebrow. "Why do you think it got out of control?"

"I wish I could give them hell for this!"

"There might be pictures. I know some were taken."

Lisa tells me about the crazy things that went down that night as we go back to get cake and drinks. We take it into the hall, away from the noise. And right now, I'm forgetting to be mad at Lisa.

"There you are," the man Lisa came in with says. He looks from Lisa to me, curious but not questioning anything.

"Jennie," Lisa starts. "This is Dr. White. And this is Jennie."

"Nice to meet you," I tell Dr. White.

Holding a beer in one hand, he tries to put this all together. "You're in charge here?"

"More or less."

"And you two know each other?"

"Yeah," Lisa answers. "I've known Jennie since my freshman year of college, but I didn't know she worked here."

She didn't introduce me as her buddy's sister. I grit my teeth and force another smile. I need to stop.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Lisa tells Dr. White. "Have fun."

Dr. White smirks. "Oh, I will. And you too. It was nice meeting you, Jennie."

I turn to Lisa as soon as we're alone again. "You said 'doctor' instead of his first name."

"I know. Fine. We do like saying it. Sometimes I'll purposely 'forget' to take my lab coat off when I run errands after work so people know I'm a surgeon. I'm not proud to admit that, but it's true. Happy now?"

Giggling, I bring my drink to my lips and take a sip. "I like this side of you, Lisa."

"What side?"

"The honest one."

She moves so her leg touches mine. "I am honest."

"Really?" I don't mean to sound as bitchy as I do. Maybe I'm still a little mad at her after all.

"Yes," she breathes, eyes trying to convey what she won't say.

I don't budge. An apology goes a long way, buddy. Looking away, I stick my fork into my cake, carefully slicing off a flower made of frosting, and put it in my mouth. A few seconds tick by and neither of us speak.

And a few seconds turns into a minute. And another, until my cake is gone and I have nothing to occupy myself with. I turn to Lisa, telling her—for real this time—that I need to get back to my office.

"Can I take you out to dinner?" she asks before I have a chance to get a word out.

"Like a date?" I blurt. Shit. I wish I had more cake to stuff in my mouth to keep me from talking. Though her answer could change everything.

"Do you want it to be a date?"

Damn you, Lisa. Every time I think the ball is in her court, she throws it back at me.

"Depends on where you take me."

She grins, and I hate that I want to impress her. "Considering I've never been here, you might not want me to be the one picking where we go. Unless you like pizza, because the one restaurant I've been to so far was good enough to go back to."

"I do like pizza."

"Well, then." She stands and offers her hand. "Shall we? Or do you have to stay?"

"I should probably walk through and pretend to be social." I finish my water and take her hand.

"You never answered me," she says, her deep voice rattling everything inside me.

"About what?"

"Do you want it to be a date?"

I swallow hard, throat suddenly thick. This is the type of pressure I crack under, and it's always because I put said pressure on myself. I get ahead of my own thoughts and end up saying something I regret. "What do you want?"

"You're Jinwoo's kid sis. He'd give me shit if he found out I was in Chicago and didn't check up on you."

Lisa is right. Jinwoo would be pissed. Jinhwan and Donghyuk too. Even Jin…and my parents. Lisa is basically part of the family, and it's not like she's being rude. So why is my blood starting to boil?

I look at her out of the corner of my eye, frustration building. God, I hate that I want her. I hate that I want her to see me as more than her friend's little sister.

I just wish I could hate her.

"Yeah, he'd be pissed for sure." I toss my empty plate in the trash and my cup and fork into the recycling and wait for Lisa to do the same. Not saying a word, we walk to the party. With each beat that passes, I'm tempted to break my own rule of not drinking at work.

We're pretty casual around here. Some may even accuse us of being too hipster or crunchy for a company that develops software. We have drinks and massages at the office, and anyone without children are welcome to bring their pets on 'bring your child to work day.' As long as work gets done, anything goes.

But since I got promoted, I've tried to uphold a certain standard and make sure I stay professional at work. I'm far from uptight and have often been caught dancing to the Disney Descendants soundtrack in my office. Yet I don't like to drink at work because I'm the type of person who says she'll have one shot of whiskey and then keep drinking until I've had five.

"Jennie!" Marissa, a co-worker and my best friend in Chicago, sets down her empty cup and opens her arms. "Yes! I was hoping you'd stop working and—who is this?"

"This is Lisa. My brother's friend," I introduce. "Lisa, this is Marissa. She works with me." I shake my head. "Obviously. We're at work."

Lisa smiles, eyes lingering on me a moment longer than I'd expect from someone who's only here out of loyalty to their best friend.

"The Lisa?" Marissa whisper-talks.

I flash her a you're-talking-way-too-loud glare and give her the tiniest nod. She hooks her arm through mine.

"Do you have a drink? No, we need to fix that. I'll bring her back in just a second," she says to Lisa and spins me around. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"I don't know. Wait, actually I do. She's in town for some doctor convention. Medical doctors, not Doctor Who doctors."

We stop at the bar and Marissa gapes at me for a moment. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"About what?"

"Oh, come on, Jennie. You've had a giant crush on her for years, even if you're not willing to admit it to yourself. I've known you since you started here, and every time you mention the name Lisa Manoban, you get all googly-eyed."

"I do not."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. I don't get googly-eyed when I talk about her. And for the record, I never talk about her."

"Then how do I know about her?"

The bartender comes over and against my better judgment, I order a cranberry and vodka.

"She's Jinwoo's best friend. I know I've talked about my brothers before."

"You have, and I don't know Jinhwan's best friend."

"It's Donghyuk," I counter. "Who I've talked about."

Marissa responds with pursed lips. "Donghyuk is your brother too. Jin—I don't even know his wife's name."

"I wish I could forget it too," I grumble, intense anger surging through me at the mere mention of my sister-in-law. No one has seen her in years, but the anger is still strong.

"That's not the point here. The point is, you have the hots for this girl. And now she's here."

"She's attractive," I tell her. "Obviously."

"Fuck yes. If you're not interested, I'll climb all over that. Do I have your blessing to strip her down and put my lips around her cock?"

My left eye twitches.

"See!" Marissa points a manicured nail at my face. "You want her!"

"Keep it down," I say through gritted teeth, fighting the blood rushing to my cheeks. "I'm attracted to her. I always have been. I'd love to spend the night in her bed, but I'm pretty sure she only sees me as her friend's sister. I'm probably like a sister to her too."

"You need to show her you're not. Go home, get changed into something that shows off your boobs, and make her realize you're a sexy, successful, totally awesome single lady."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is easy!" She grabs both our drinks and hands me mine. "Just be you, Jennie Kim, boss lady extraordinaire. If she doesn't like you, it's her loss."

"I love you, you know that, right?" I bring my straw to my lips and suck down a mouthful of watered-down cranberry juice and way too much vodka.

"You can prove it by taking that surgeon back to your place tonight."

"I'm not making any promises, but she did say she wanted to take me to dinner."

"Give her a good dessert." She wiggles her eyebrows and leads me away from the bar.

I suck down another mouthful of my gross drink before tossing it and find Lisa standing near a window looking out at the city below.

My heart stops in my chest for a brief moment when I look her over.

"Ready to get out of here?" I ask, not recognizing the woman talking. I don't say things like this. I don't go to dinner with someone I'm wildly attracted to hoping for a one-night stand.

I'm a romantic.

I like tender moments.

Feeling what can only be described as magic.

"Yeah." Lisa's smile melts my panties right off. "Where do you want to go?"

"Home first," I say, then panic she thinks I'm insinuating something I'm not. "I'd like to change, and I need to feed my cat."

Feed my cat? This isn't the way to show her I'm a sexy, single lady.

"You have a cat?"

"Not just one. Three and a half."

We start to walk away from the party. "How do you have half a cat?"

"He's not really mine. I have three cats and am fostering another and I said I wasn't going to keep him, but I think I might."

"Oh, that's nice of you. I miss having pets."

"I grew up with them. You know that."

"Yeah," she says. "I remember. Though I'm a little surprised you went with cats instead of dogs."

I laugh. "I do love dogs. I'm not home enough to have one. And my mom has enough to give me a dog-fix when I need it. And if you promise not to tell her, I'll let you in on a little secret."

"You can trust me. I already know about the Batmobile, after all."

Smiling, I lean in. "I'm more of a cat person than a dog person."

"You're risking getting disowned."

I make a face. "What can I say? I live on the edge." I make a detour into my office to grab my purse and computer. Lisa offers to carry the laptop for me, and I let her take it, even though it's not heavy at all. The gesture is nice, and not something I see too often anymore.

"Do you drive from your house to work? Or is it as big of a pain to drive around Chicago as they make it seem in the movies?" she asks when we get in the elevators to leave.

"It can be a pain. And I do sometimes. I have a spot in a garage nearby, and a spot at my loft so at least I'm not looking for a place to park. But it can be a headache, so unless it's really cold, I usually walk. I'm not that far and consider it my work out for the day."

"Good point. The winters here are brutal, aren't they?"

"They're awful and make me question my sanity. It's not that much worse than at home, though, but being closer to the lake does amplify things."

We make it a block in silence, but this time the noise of the city is loud enough to drown out the awkwardness. And then we stop at a crosswalk.

"I don't know if I should say this or not," Lisa starts.

I hike my designer purse up on my shoulder, heart lurching. "Say what?"

"Your secretaries are bitches."

"Oh, well, I know."

"You do?" She's taken aback.

"Yeah. But why do you think so?"

"They casually insulted their boss. I didn't know it was you or I would have said something."

I shrug. "Thanks, but no need. They do that from time to time."

"You're okay with them talking about you like that?"

"I wouldn't say I'm okay with it, more so I just don't care. Rene is vapid and shallow. Charlene is a gold-digger. I knew that when I hired them. But I needed someone to answer the phones and greet people when they walk in, not a humanitarian. And you know what they're good at? Answering the phones and greeting people when they walk in. It might not be what you want to hear, but I've been dealing with girls like that my whole life, and compared to some of them, Rene is harmless."

"I had no idea. I'm…I'm sorry, Jennie."

"It's water under the bridge now. I learned to embrace being the computer nerd years ago. Yeah, girls like Rene threw their fair amount of stones. But you know what I did with those stones? I used them to build a foundation, and not to sound cliché, but look at me now."

The light changes and I step forward to move with the crowd. Lisa stays rooted to the spot, looking at me like she's seeing me for the first time.

"Lisa?" I say softly as I turn around, and she snaps back, shaking herself. She takes my arm, pulling me into her at the last second to avoid being hit by someone on a bike. I stumble just like I did the last time she pulled me close, with my hands landing on her shoulder and my eyes going right to her.

This time, there's no denying the spark that passes between us.