I bring money to the table, not your dinner (JenLisa smut)

Part II

Lisa POV

"Lisaaa, where is my coffeeee~?" Miss Kim's melodic voice echoed through my ear as if she was the little devil on my shoulder. While in reality, she was resting comfortable in her spacious office on top of the world, while I was quickly stepping through the lobby, approaching the elevator. Thank god I was blessed with such long legs. In fact, I wasn't the only person that thanked the lord for my physique. Miss Kim especially left no opportunity untaken to tell me how much she loved my body. Especially when we were in the middle of... whatever it is she demanded from me. But no, the reason I could hear here was the little earpiece I had to wear for the entire duration of my shift. Just being available through phone simply wasn't enough, apparently. Being so lost in my thoughts, I only realised that I didn't answer Miss Kim yet when her voice was to be heard once again. But this time, much less innocent. "Ahhh Lisa... Where are you, I need you. I need your hot, steaming... coffee~"

Was this woman for real? Even if this was a private channel nobody else had access to, shouldn't she have a little more shame? But oh well, who was I trying to fool? This was probably the exact reason why she insisted on my staying connected to her through this earpiece. "Y..yes, Miss Kim, I'm sorry. I was just going through some documents. Your coffee will be with you in just a moment." As I said those words, I already pressed the button for the top floor in the escalator. A little over a month has passed since I started working for Miss Kim, and I was doing a really good job. Not to sound arrogant, those were Miss Kim's words, not mine. As it turned out, Miss Kim's memory left quite a bit to be desired when it came to her appointments. Understandable, considering her loaded schedule. So I worked hard to get acquainted with her schedule quickly. Right now, it was 1 pm, meaning that it was time for Miss Kim's coffee. And maybe, if she was in the mood and hat time...

No Lisa, stop that! You shouldn't be having those thoughts, at least one of you has to be responsible.

When the elevator doors opened, I pushed these dirty thoughts, that were only in my head because of Miss Kim anyway, far into the back of my head and entered the office with a smile on my lips.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting." I apologised with a deep bow and placed the coffee on Miss Kim's desk. The woman behind the desk flashed me a slight smile as she took her hot drink.

"Thank you, Lalisa. I appreciate all the hard work you do for me."

My heartbeat increased inevitably increased, and my composed smile turned into a nervous laughter. "Oh please, this was nothing. I'm just trying to do my job." But no matter how humble I tried to stay, receiving a compliment from the one and only Jennie Kim could alter your brain chemistry and do things to you. The outfit that she wore did not help that particular issue either. It was an especially hot day, which was why Miss Kim wore a tight fitting, white miniskirt. Emphasis on "mini"-skirt. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't overly revealing or even slutty. But it definitely was shorter than what one would expect of a serious businesswoman. But since Miss Kim hat no appointments with customers or business partners that day, she decided to dress more freely. That white skirt was accompanied by a white blouse and white sandal boots. But the eye catcher was the skirt for sure, as it perfectly showed off Miss Kim's legs. God, how addicted I was to those legs. Funny, because, like I said, Miss Kim herself mentioned numerous times how much she loved my legs. And I get why, she wasn't the only person who told me that. But her legs were just as beautiful, if not more, in their own right. And just like that, I found myself once again stuck in this loop of lewd, inappropriate thoughts that no employee should have about their boss. Even if it was a hot, sensual, seductive boss like-

"Lalisa?

"Y-Yes?"

"Have you been listening to me?"

"I'm sorry... I was thinking about something." I admitted with reddened cheeks, ashamed of the fact that I spaced out twice in a row now, and both times my thoughts were with Miss Kim. Right between her legs, to be precise.