Was I Ever Here? ; jenlisa ff G!P

15

Jennie Pov

"None of my fucking business," I grumble underneath my breath.

None of my fucking business, my ass.

I've been stewing my entire shift while gossip about the new hot owner has traveled across the staff like wildfire. No one knows who Lisa truly is except for Rosè and I. And her knowing is a secret of its own. There's no way I'm putting her in any danger if I have anything to do with it. Lisa is my problem.

And what a problem to have.

I could tell she enjoyed toying with me. The initial fear I felt for her is slowly morphing into a barely contained rage after each encounter with her. They're brief but so fucking loaded. My body flares up anytime she's close.

Like a disease. A virus wrecking havoc inside of me.

Her eyes drill holes straight to my soul. She unnerves me and she knows it. Relishes it, even. The lethal way she carries herself only heightens my reaction to her.

But there's something else there. Something I can't quite put my finger on. Her imposing influence scratches at the edges of my subconscious, pulling at something I forgotten.

She feels...almost familiar.

And yes, I'm painfully aware of how ridiculous that sounds. But I can't shake the feeling.

"You done?"

My head snaps up and my eyes narrow as I watch Lisa stroll into the main dining area like she fucking owns the place. Ugh, I guess she does own the place now.

She sprawls into a corner booth, her crooked grin dimpling her cheek as she watches me. A queen on her throne.

"Why are you still here?" I pipe back. "I can close up, I've done it a million times."

Translation: Please leave me the fuck alone.

She chuckles, scratching her chin with her hand. "Well, I wouldn't want to leave you alone, now would I? You never know what kind of evil is lurking in the shadows."

I wipe my hands on the rag hanging from my back pocket and cross my arms. "Pretty sure I'm looking straight at her."

A surprised laugh bursts out of her and she smiles. "Touché," she says, her voice full of mirth.

Technically, I'm done cleaning the bar, but my feet refuse to move, unwilling to get any closer to Lisa. The entire dining room separates us and I'm very much okay with that. So I stay in place instead, and glare at her from afar while she takes out her phone and starts typing, either unaware or unbothered by the holes I'm trying to burrow into her skull.

"Have a drink with me," she demands, her eyes still glued to her screen.

"What?"

Oh, I heard her alright, but the word jumped out of my mouth anyway, surprised by her casual order.

Lisa places her phone screen-down on the table and looks up, her features stoic. Not cold, but penetrating. A shiver trails down my spine as I gulp down my nerves.

"I said, have a drink with me," she reiterates slowly, each word emphasized with wicked intention, tapping two fingers on the table and making my body jolt. I suddenly want to break her fingers in half—or crawl across the floor to her.

Both are equally startling.

What the hell is happening to me? I quickly push the visuals out of my brain as if worried she can read my thoughts.

I finally make a move and grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses before exiting the bar.

"Fine, but only because I don't really have a choice, do I?" I reply, my knees wobbling as I near the corner booth. Lisa still looks like an arrogant queen, watching with a righteous air that I want to strangle out of her.