Jennie
I turned and headed down the hall for my room. Prija was waiting inside, eager to help me out of my dress and to arrange my pyjamas, hairbrush, and anything else I might need while I showered. Once I was cleaned, with my makeup removed, hair brushed, and little satin shorts and camisole on, I thanked Prija and insisted that she get some sleep of her own. Then I crawled into my enormous bed.
I pulled my phone out and peered down at the screen. Half a dozen texts from Chahee and Jimin begging me to tell them every single detail of what was happening. I sighed and pushed my phone away, falling back onto my pillow and staring up at the ceiling.
Restless, that's what I was feeling. Turned on and left on. With no outlet, all alone. I sat up suddenly.
Before I could think about what I was doing, I slid out of the bed and padded towards the door on bare feet. I poked my head out into the hall but everything was dark, quiet. Prija and Nan were nowhere to be found. I stepped outside and strode down the hallway, headed for the kitchen. There were snacks there, according to Nan. Maybe all I needed was something more substantial than a martini to settle my roiling stomach.
But the snacks, as I found them lying on the counter as promised, did not deliver the feeling that I was searching for. It was something else I was missing and, as soon as I realised what it was, I blew a puff of aggravated breath from my lungs.
Fine.
I turned down the opposite hallway from mine, the one behind the library, and walked until I saw light creeping into the hall from under one of the doors. I knocked lightly but that simple contact pushed open the door itself and I found myself peering into an enormous master bedroom. A king-sized bed sat directly across from the door, with black satin sheets and pillows adorning it. Another couple of bookshelves filled to the brim and a desk covered in papers and an open MacBook filled another corner. A couch and two armchairs bordered a sleek glass coffee table in another.
"Jennie?" a masculine and low voice inquired and I turned to see Lisa watching me carefully.
The moment I saw Lisa Manoban standing in her bedroom, with just a tank top and her pyjama bottom, I swear my soul left my body. This hottie had a solid set of abs, judging at how the tank top was clinging on to her. The way they contorted when she turned, with strong shoulders pointing toward me as she turned to look my way, nearly had me drooling all over her luxurious carpet.
"I... I'm sorry." I stuttered, unable to get it together enough to even speak to her. "I was just lying in bed and I thought... well, I was thinking..."
Amused, she leaned against the door to her closet in which she was standing in front of and raised a brow.
"What's our story here?" I asked with a sigh, trying to focus. "Because we've been telling everyone all night that we're this happily married couple who celebrates their anniversary and keeps our love life private and that makes sense. I'm sure Homeland Security will question those people. Your co-workers are quite close to you. But won't they... I mean, they would want to question Prija and Nan too, right? And even Kevin? If they mention our... separation..."
"You want to share a room." she finished for me and I breathed in relief.
"If we're going to sell this..." I started. "... we have to commit."
She thought about it for a moment and then turned away from me. For a second, I was worried that I had offended her, had proposed too much too soon, had invaded her privacy one too many times. But then she opened a drawer on the other side of the room and pulled a second comforter from it. She grabbed a pillow from the bed on the way and laid down on the couch, propping herself up on the pillow and covering herself with the blanket. She stretched out for a moment and then yawned and closed her eyes.
"We'll have Prija move your things into my closet in the morning." she said. I blinked at her, at how easily she had accepted this. My eyes trailed from her, stretched out on her couch, to the massive bed nearby.
"You can sleep in the bed." I told her. "It's enormous. We can share."
"Thī̀rạk, if I get into that bed tonight, neither one of us will be doing much sleeping."
She was asleep before she could see my blush.
