The Devil can't stand Prada[JENSOO]

8

-Fuck... I forgot...- Jisoo threw the empty wallet aside in shock.

She ran out of money. A week ago. And the salary, if it will be at all, is not yet soon. How has she been living all this time? Very simple: Jisoo went to the guests... First she visited Lisa, then Rose, Seulgi, Jin, from whom, by the way, she borrowed a couple of hundred because the guy was in love with her and, like a true gentleman, said that it was not worth returning. Okay. Jisoo had no qualms about forgetting her duty. Everything was going quite well, but this date ruined everything. And the message that came now finally knocked her out of her rut.

Jennie: So where are we going? To some kind of catering or roadside bar?

Jisoo took a deep breath, rolling her eyes wearily.

"Search... information not found... Repeat the request later..."

Jisoo ran through all the possible options in her mind. There were no ideas.

"And why did I even decide that I would have to pay?"

Jisoo beamed at the thought.

"Jennie is my boss, let her pay. In the end, it can then be deducted from the salary. Isn't that right, Jisoo?"

The brunette quickly typed a reply with the address of the nearest restaurant. "Send". Ta-dam.

Jennie: An excellent choice. The best restaurant in New York). 

Jisoo giggled as she read the message. It's time to start getting ready for a date...

In general, Jisoo is not one of those girls who like to wear dresses, but this time she still allowed herself to wear it. The girl was even surprised when she opened the wardrobe and came across a black semi-transparent dress, which somehow miraculously turned out to be there.

-Where did it come from?- Jisoo scratched her head thoughtfully.

Oh, yeah... it was left by one of those ladies that Jisoo promised to call the next day after a hot night... And she didn't call. Angelic appearance does not always correspond to inner qualities, and in general, Kim was one of those who did not commit themselves to relationships.

The dress had to fit. After styling her hair and finishing with evening makeup, the girl pulled out of the box the long-forgotten shoes that she had bought once because Lisa insisted on it.

-Damn...- Jisoo twists her leg, clinging to the rug by the bed with her heel.- It's okay... It's not too difficult... No, it's fucking very difficult!

Kim takes off her shoes in anger and waves them towards the open window. She would have thrown them out the window if it hadn't been for the bell...

-Yes?- She answers the call somehow uncertainly.

-It's not very polite to make a date for a girl and be late for it yourself.- Jennie's mocking voice sounds.

-Sorry, I was choosing what color panties to wear... pink or red?- Jisoo sneers, slipping her shoes on her feet.

-Unlike you, I'm without them...

Jisoo whimpered involuntarily, feeling a sweet ache in the pit of her stomach.

-Jisoo, damn it, did you lose consciousness there, or what?

-I'm sorry, I... damn, I'll think about it all evening!- Jisoo answers indignantly, biting her lips in anticipation.

-I've been waiting for you for another ten minutes. If you don't show up, I won't be here, and you can assume that the date has taken place.

-I will consider that the date took place only when your tender lips will be on my...

The phone rang briefly.

-Damn.- Jisoo gets angry and limps towards the front door.

A couple of minutes later, having once again quarreled with the taxi driver, Jisoo goes into the restaurant, looking for Jennie. The brown-haired girl is sitting opposite the window, dressed strictly, too strictly, in a businesslike way, in black narrowed classic trousers, in a white shirt with an unbuttoned collar and black sandals, carelessly drinking coffee and studying the menu.

-Damn... - Jisoo is angry, looking at her dress and walking a little stiffly to the boss's table.

-Jisoo?- Jennie raises an eyebrow in surprise, looking at her subordinate.- I would never have thought that in addition to your ridiculous T-shirt, you also have elegant things...

-Thanks to my ridiculous, as you say, T-shirt, so many sultry girls have been in my bed that you didn't even dream about.- Jisoo replies resentfully, diving into the menu.

-Or were they forced to go with you like I did?- Jennie was hooked by such a statement from something.

-When you're in my bed, you'll thank me for forcing you to go on a date with me.- Jisoo forced a smile as she set the menu aside.

-You're so self-confident... has it ever occurred to you that you, throwing around such statements, can screw up in the process?

-I won't screw up, you can check it out right now.

-Really?- Jennie looks defiantly into Jisoo's eyes, lowering her hand under the table and running her fingertips over her knee.

The brunette sighed nervously, feeling the familiar heaviness in her lower abdomen.

She bites her lips when Jennie's fingers slip higher under the edge of the dress...

-Oh... oh, my God, no, no, no... just don't look here, just don't look... - Jisoo hides her face in the menu, causing Jennie's mute surprise.

-Kim Jisoo!- Jennie smiles with all thirty-two teeth, heading to their table.

The conspiracy didn't work. Jisoo puts the menu aside and looks at the girl with an absurd smile.

-Jamie Beck?- Jennie stands up in surprise, holding out her hand to the girl.

-Yes, do we know each other? Jisoo, can you introduce us?- Jamie looks at the brunette with the most innocent expression on her face.

Jisoo screwed up. No, Jisoo really screwed up.... She excitedly sips from a glass of still water before answering:

-Jamie, this is... Jennie... Jennie, you know who this is...

-Oh, my God, so this is your wife!- Beck happily answers and takes the shocked brown-haired girl into her arms.

-Jisoo, don't you want to explain anything to me?- Jennie exhales, still in the tight embrace of the model.