Blazing Passion ( Jenlisa Adaptation)

Chapter 4

"Shh. Here she comes. Here she comes."

Jennie eyed her whispering co-workers just before removing her shoulder bag and dropping heavily into her chair. The huddled mass of gossips were then out of sight, hidden beyond the walls of her small cubicle. Normally, she'd cringe knowing they were talking about her, but this morning she was too exhausted to care.

In fact, she was amazed she was at work and sitting upright in front of her computer. How had she gotten there? She touched her temple and barely recalled how she'd come out of her stupor on the couch, stumbled into clothes, and driven on autopilot all the way to the office.

She stared at her desk and fought to keep her eyes focused. The office smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm popcorn. Both seemed to be making her nauseous. In the near distance she heard soft laughter. Her co-workers were no doubt still discussing her, wondering if she'd gone to meet them the night before.

At Blazing Passion.

If only they knew. If only she knew. She still couldn't quite accept all that had happened as actual reality. Had she really gone there and slept with a perfect stranger? A fiercely sexy, foreign stranger? Yes. She had. Her sore and tingling body told her so. And her mind, which had yet to fully awaken, was already replaying image after clit-throbbing image. Oh God, it had been good. More than just good. It had been intense and passionate and soul stirring.

She pressed her legs together as a rush of excitement raced to her flesh.

The woman. Who was she? What was her name?

Jennie could recall every word, foreign or not. Every touch, every kiss, every lick.

Her computer came to life as she scooted forward and took control of the mouse. She went to a site for free language translations and tried to type in the words the woman had kept saying to her. But she had no idea how to spell them.

Sighing, she went from that site to a German dictionary where she scrolled down to a word she recognized as one used by the woman repeatedly. It meant beautiful.

Her breath paused in her chest. Beautiful. Oh God, the woman was amazing and she thought Jennie was beautiful. She had to see her again.

Jennie began searching for Blazing Passion. She had to find her. No one had ever touched her like that, stirred her like that. Ever. And certainly no one had fucked her. And if they had, it would've never been like that. So long and so good she'd had to be helped from the club when it was over, her legs wobbly and weak like a spent rubber band.

Jennie'd tried like hell to get her name, to please her in return, just as she'd been pleased. But the woman had only pushed her hands away and ignored her questions, giving away nothing but sweet, dripping pleasure.

The computer didn't help much either, only giving the name and location of the club. Jennie continued to search, desperate for information despite the possibility of getting in trouble for searching such content on the office computer. To her bewilderment, she realized that she wasn't afraid. Was she? She knew others did it, but still. No, she wasn't afraid. Let them say something. She would hopefully have her information, and that was all that mattered. The rest could go to hell. Including her co-workers.