Property of Lisa Manoban | JenLisa [?]

Jennie's POV

Lisa Manoban was an anomaly.

She's honest... well, as much as she could be. I'd defied her more times than I'm sure most have and I'm still breathing and I couldn't read her.

Right now, she knelt on one knee in front of me. One of her hands on my calf and the other on my thigh, twisting my leg to get a better view of the wound I'd professionally stitched. Everywhere her hands touched sent tingles through my body and it suddenly became a little too hot in here.

Goosebumps had risen on my skin and I hoped she didn't see them, but by the way her body tensed, I'd say her mind was a little too preoccupied.

"We should go back to Chitthip," I said, wanting everything to get her away from me. I didn't like the way my body responds to her presence.

Lisa glanced up, her dark eyes meeting with my own and I was sure I had the most innocent look on my face despite the turmoil my body was in. She stood up and I was about to do the same when her hands came around the back of my legs and back. Lisa lifted me in her arms and I looped one of my hands around her neck so I wouldn't fall. The bloody fucker was tall!

"I can walk on my own, thank you," I grumbled trying to get my feet on the ground again but Lisa held me closer, making my stomach flutter and I didn't like that.

"Either you let me take you like this or over my shoulder," the Italian mumbled.

I was taking my chances.

Wiggling in her grip again, I tried to make my feet touch the floor but I think Lisa knew what was running through my mind because the next thing I knew, my body was twisting in her grasp until I found myself over her shoulder.

Lisa was careful not to damage my left side and I didn't know whether to be grateful or curse her out. The latter seemed like a better option. I rested my hands on the small of her muscular back that was hidden behind her dark articles of clothing. I made sure to avoid contact with her... behind.

Lisa started walking and as she went down the hall, I pushed myself up so my hands rested on her back and tried sliding out of the grip she had around my legs. I wasn't some doll she could just throw around. My whole body dropped and surprise filled me when I felt a smack on my ass.

"Did you just - "

"Behave, tesoro," Lisa grumbled.

"Oh, you have the bloody nerve..." I continued to rant under my breath, cursing her out in a few chosen languages as we went back to the car. I let my body hung limp because I did not want to get hit again. What I didn't understand is why I didn't mind it that much.

When we got to the car, Lisa opened the door and set me in the back and closed it. I looked up at Chitthip who had a secretive smile on her face.

"What?" I asked, my eyes narrowing when her smile widened.

"Oh nothing," Chitthip said, turning back to the front just as Lisa got into the car. I fastened my seat belt because you never know when anything can happen and Lisa drove out of the parking lot onto the main road. I leaned against the window and looked out at the streets as she drove.

"Where are we going?" Chitthip asked Lisa.

"The penthouse," she answered simply and Chitthip hummed. I'm the only one who was lost.

A dull ache had started in my head and I closed my eyes to ease the pain. I tried not to think of it but since last night, after Chitthip had cut my luscious curls that I already missed dearly, my hands and feet had gone cold.