1. Just a Game

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Hey guys. so i am adopting this great story for all of us jenlisa shippers. i will upload weekly or more. i hope you like it. and to be sure this story is very bdsm centered so if yo don't like that stuff don't read.

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Third person pov.


Lisa sat at her desk staring out of the window. She was thinking about the big case she was working on. Sure she had just been promoted to an associate, but her eyes were set on making partner.

This case could be the perfect stepping stone to do so. She just had to stay focused and make sure everything fell into place perfectly.

Lisa sighed at the knock on the door. She had given Tracy, her assistant, very clear instructions not to let anyone interrupt her for the next two hours.

Lisa needed quiet and isolation to focus.

Before she could tell whoever was on the other side to come in, the door swung open to reveal Jennie being followed by a very anxious looking Tracy. Lisa rolled her eyes at her best friend and bit back a smile. Though Jennie was interrupting her, Lisa was always happy to see her.  

"Ma'am, I tried to tell Miss Kim you were busy." Tracy said. Her eyes welled with worry. Lisa eased some of the stress with a wave of her hand.

"No, Tracy. It's fine. I know how stubborn this one is. Thank you." Lisa said smiling.

Jennie  smirked at Tracy and gave her a quick wink. Tracy looked away as her cheeks began to blush. She dismissed herself and left the pair alone, closing the door behind her.

"Don't flirt with my assistant, Jen." Lisa said while chuckling, Jennie sat on the other side of Lisa's desk and crossed her legs. 

She admired Lisa's large wooden desk. It was beautiful dark wood. She thought about getting a similar, maybe bigger, desk for her office.

"Why? Are you trying to make a move?"

Jennie asked with a small devilish smirk playing on her lips. Lisa side eyed her friend. She knew Jennie didn't want Tracy but she would put a bid in if she thought Lisa was interested. It was never malicious, but that's what they did. They made a competition out of everything and they had since they were kids. 

They couldn't help themselves. To them, everything was a game.

"What do you want? As you can see, I am very busy." Lisa motioned to the mountains of papers and folders spread across her desk.

Jennie  frowned at the lack of organizational skills her friend possessed. It would drive her mad to have papers flying every which way.

"It's lunch time." Jennie said in her low raspy voice. 

She knew how Lisa got when she started to work on a big case. She would neglect herself for the sake of working. 

Things went undone, she would forget to eat. If Jennie didn't pop in on her, who knows the next time they would see each other. Lisa would sleep in her office if it was permitted.

"I have to work." Lisa predictably said.

"It'll be here when you get back." Jennie said while she exchanged stares with Lisa . Neither of them would look away. 

This was another game they played. The first to look away or blink, lost. Lisa did not think this was fair. Her eyes were tired from reading and staring at a screen all day. 

Of course she blinked first. "Damn it." She mumbled.

Jennie's eyebrows rose in delight. "I'll pick."

"Whatever you pick better have meat. I am not in the mood for the rabbit food you call a meal." Lisa said grumpily gathering her things.

Jennie chuckled. She had been vegan forever now. She couldn't remember the last time she ate meat. Though, none of her persuasion had convinced Lisa to switch over yet. 

There was that one bet that Lisa lost where she couldn't eat meat for a month. She was so dramatic. If Jennie didn't know any better she would have thought she was going to die.


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 Hey guys. so i am adopting this great story for all of us jenlisa shippers. i will upload weekly or more. i hope you like it.

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