Roseanne's headphones vibrated with an intensity that shook her whole body. She didn't even know what she was listening to.
She'd selected a playlist of the loudest, heaviest electronic music she could find and was letting it blast in her ears.
What was she trying to drown out? The emptiness of her apartment? Her frustration at being locked up and not knowing why?
Her feelings for Lisa?
She was taking her sister's advice. She was giving Lisa space and respecting her boundaries. However, she was starting to wonder if Jennie was the best person to take relationship advice from.
Maybe I should have asked Irene for advice instead. But considering her oldest sister spent years engaged to a man she didn't love, she probably wasn't the best option, either.
Ickis settled by her feet, which were tucked up on the couch to one side of her. As she reached across to scratch him on the head, she noticed the light flashing above her door, indicating that someone had pressed the buzzer. She hadn't heard it over her music.
She stretched her legs out and settled deeper into the couch. Anyone ringing her door at this time of night had to be related to her. And she wasn't interested in talking to any of her family right now. Not her mother, not her sisters, not...
Her bodyguard?
Roseanne yanked her headphones off, the beat of the music continuing to pound against the carpet as Lisa stepped through the door. The sudden movement prompted Ickis to spring from Roseanne's lap, claws digging into her legs as he made his escape to the safety of the guest bathroom.
"What the hell?" Roseanne said. "Did you get a copy of my key?"
Lisa crossed her arms, waiting for Roseanne to gather herself. She turned the music off on her phone and grabbed the blanket off the back of her couch to cover herself up. She was wearing nothing but a thin tank top and baggy sweatpants. She'd been planning to crawl into bed. While it wasn't yet late, she didn't have much else to do.
Except get into bed and play with my vibrator. And here was the woman Roseanne had planned to fantasize about while doing that. It didn't help that Lisa was wearing that sinfully sexy leather jacket of hers.
Lisa brushed something off her collar, bringing more unneeded attention to how it cut her figure. "I don't have a copy of your key. I picked the lock. Don't worry, you're getting new locks soon, because those are ridiculously easy to pick."
"Why are you breaking into my apartment?" Roseanne's exasperation was tempered by the fact that a tall and sexy stranger had just let herself into her apartment. Wasn't that the exact kind of thing she fantasized about while alone in her bed? It was hot as hell when it was only in her head. But in real life? When the 'intruder' was as hot and cold and crazy as Lisa?
Not so much.
"We need to talk," Lisa said.
"Oh, great." The blanket slipped from Roseanne's torso, but she didn't bother replacing it. Did it matter if Lisa could probably see her nipples through the white fabric? She already knows what my pussy feels like. "You want to talk. That's why you broke into my apartment."
"You weren't answering the door," Lisa said. "For all I knew, you snuck out again."
"How the hell am I supposed to sneak out when you post one of your big burly goons outside my door every time you leave me alone?"
Lisa grabbed a chair from along the living room wall and set it in front of Roseanne's couch before taking a seat on it. "You've found a way before."
"Well, I'm here. If you're determined to wreck my night, you can't, because I'm not doing anything anyway."
