Since the 'incident' on the way home from the mall, Lisa had begun hovering around Roseanne like a hawk every time she left her apartment. Half of the time, her presence was bearable. After all, a salon appointment, movies with a school friend, and a trip to check out the new café that opened on the corner weren't a big deal.
But when Roseanne was invited to an exclusive all-day music festival with her friends?
Kill me now!
Nothing ruined the mood like having a hulking bodyguard shadow her every move, following Roseanne to the bathroom, to the bar for a non-alcoholic drink, lurking behind her as she danced to the DJ. Although her friends were understanding about the situation, most of them being all too familiar with personal security, Lisa's presence killed any fun she was having. In the end, Roseanne simply decided to go home before the sun had even gone down.
"You could at least be sorry," she muttered from the back of the SUV Lisa drove in place of the family driver. So much for 'not in my contract.'
"I'll never be sorry for doing my job," Lisa replied firmly.
Because her job was the only thing Lisa cared about, as she kept reminding Roseanne. Lisa had gone from hot and kind of cool to overbearing and cold.
But still hot. Still oh so hot.
Lisa escorted her back up to her apartment. They entered together, Roseanne preparing for the debriefing that occurred at the end of every excursion. As Lisa stood in the middle of the living room, Roseanne sank down on her couch. Ickis was quick to scramble up to the top of the bookcase at the corner of the room, eying Lisa warily from his perch. He wasn't a fan of people, with the exception of Roseanne and Jennie.
"You just love following me around, don't you?" Roseanne couldn't help but push the buttons of the uptight woman who was slowly driving her to the edge of insanity. "I'm thinking about going out dancing tonight. Wanna come? Leave the suit at home, dress all sexy, really let your hair down? You'd look hot in a miniskirt."
Lisa folded her arms across her chest. "You're lucky I can tell when you're joking by now."
"You're lucky I think you're cute," Roseanne murmured. "What was that?"
"Nothing." It was one thing to flirt with the woman she was stuck with practically 24/7, but she didn't want to make things too awkward between them.
And Lisa wasn't responding to her flirtations. Maybe this wasn't working out. Maybe Roseanne should have chosen one of those big hulking guys instead. At least then she wouldn't be slowly going crazy from the constant presence of a smoldering-hot woman who had no interest in breaking professionalism, no matter how much Roseanne wanted her to do just that.
Pin me to this couch. Put me in my place. I dare you.
Her fantasies were getting ridiculous. Maybe she needed to find another target for her out-of-control desires. But how was she supposed to do that with Lisa constantly lurking?
Well, Lisa wasn't always lurking. She did sleep, after all...
Lisa nodded toward the door. "If that's all, I'll take my leave for the day. I'll be downstairs if you need me."
"Do I ever?"
"You need me to be your chauffeur and coat rack, don't you?"
"Touché, Ms. Manoban."
Lisa lowered her arms. I bet she's going downstairs to put on that cute leather jacket. Roseanne wondered what she would look like wearing it. Did it smell like Lisa too?
