DIRTY || JENLISA (G!P)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"How you feeling?"I ask Jennie at the end of day one.

I don't know exactly what she expected for day one of the press junket, but it's eleven p.m. and we're just now on the way back to my house. We left at four in the morning.

"Exhausted." she says with a tired smile. "I'm adding a Keurig to your shopping list."

"Do you finally feel like you're going to be earning your paycheck?"

"Oh yeah." she laughs.

"Good." I smile and lean over in the back of the Town Car to kiss her lips sweetly. "You did a great job."

"Thank you." she replies and quickly turns her head.

Okay.

"Hey, what's going on, Jennie?" I ask.
She doesn't turn down kisses. Ever.

"Nothing." she replies. "I'm just tired."

"And last night when you cried in the tub for an hour? That was just tired too?" I call her out.

"I didn't think you heard me." she whispers.

"I did and I don't like hearing my friends cry like that. I let it go last night, but. Talk to me, Jennie. Please."

"It's personal, Lisa." she says, turning her head to look at me. "I'd rather keep it to myself."

I nod my head and say, "That's all you had to say. Don't lie and say it's a Katy Perry song. I understand privacy, you should know that."

She nods too and then turns her head toward the window again. I know she thinks it's girlfriendy, but I don't give a fuck. I slyly slip my hand over hers and give it a squeeze. I don't know what the shell is going on, but I know stress and secrets.

The rest drive back to my house is made in silence. Jennie doesn't take her hand away, but she doesn't look at me either. I guess she'll come around in her own time. She's my assistant, not my girlfriend.

"Are you awake enough to drive?" I ask as we walk into the house. She looks exhausted.

"I don't think so." she says. "I brought extra clothes just in case since I wasn't sure what to expect."

"Alright. Are you hungry or anything?" I'm starving. We haven't eaten in hours.

"No, I just want to go to sleep." she tells me.

"Okay. Goodnight." I smile. "Thank you. Today was good."

"You're welcome." Jennie smiles back at me and shuffles off to the guest room.

I take a detour to the kitchen and start to go through the fridge. Jennie has done a good job keeping it stocked with snacks and shit so I don't starve and I don't eat out every meal. I find a gallon sized ziplock of chopped up veggies and pull that out. I end up eating the whole gallon before I go to my room. I strip my clothes off and land in the middle of my bed. I knew what to expect, but Im still so fuckin' tired I'm pretty sure I'm asleep before I hit the bed.

***

It's my first day off since the press shit started. Jennie should be here any second to go through the plans for tomorrow. I'm standing in front of my new Keurig, looking for the dark roast in the pile of coffee, when I hear the front door open. She doesn't have a key yet, but I unlock the door as soon as I wake up.

"Jen, what did you do with all the dark roast?" I call without turning around.

"It's in the cupboard by the fridge." she tells me, and then I hear a throat clear.