Treacherous Temptations [Chaennie]

Stew

Jennie checked her cell for what felt like the millionth time. No new messages. She had heard nothing from the blonde since her impulsive text an hour ago. Why did she have to be so blatant? Jennie cursed herself. She didn't have any evidence Roseanne even liked her and now she's offering to heal her head wound with her lips? God, I really am out of practice, Jennie mused.

Groaning to herself, Jennie threw her phone on her bed before walking into her ensuite to take a shower, hoping the water would wash away the embarrassment she felt at having sent the selfie as well as the grime and faint smell of smoke she was now accustomed to after each shift.

Clad only in her underwear as she stepped back into her newly painted bedroom twenty minutes, Jennie wrapped her hair up into a towel turban as she looked around. She had loved her decoration decisions and was really pleased with how the room had turned out but now all she saw was Roseanne. After her stupid text earlier, Jennie decided she had better start looking at some new colour samples.

Pulling on a simple, black cotton dress, Jennie looked at herself in the mirror briefly before heading into her kitchen to start preparing some lunch. It was only 10am but cooking always soothed her and she decided today was the day she would use the premium beef fillets she had bought to make carne guisada puertorriqueña. She didn't hear her phone beep, announcing a new message, as she left her bedroom.

Ladling the last of the stew into a tupperware, Jennie left the extra food on the side to cool before carrying her bowl and a slice of fresh bread into the living room and flicking on the television. As she sat down, she remembered her promise to call Irene during the lawyer's lunch break. Placing her lunch on the coffee table, she stood to retrieve her cell from her bedroom. As soon as she saw the screen however, her food was forgotten.

Four new messages.

Roseanne Park (3)

Irene Midas (1)

Hand shaking, Jennie slid her finger across the phone screen and quickly typed in the passcode. Irene's message opened first.

*Swamped with work today so will have to postpone life update. But Jim says four year old boys like dinosaurs and trains. Go get your hot mamma. Irene xx*

Jennie's heart beat faster as she returned to her inbox and opened her conversation with Roseanne Park.

*Don't tempt me. I can't imagine how good those lips would feel healing me. R*

*P.S. Sorry about the delay, Oliver demanded we go to the park for a swing session.*

The third text had been sent only five minutes earlier but almost two hours after the first and second.

*Jennie? Are you ok? I'm sorry if I misinterpreted your last text. Roseanne.*

Hurriedly typing out a response, Jennie grinned as she watched the words appear on the screen.

*You didn't misinterpret, I was cooking carne guisada puertorriqueña in an attempt to distract myself from what I thought was a stupid decision. Turns out, swings just got in the way. J*

Roseanne's response chimed as Jennie sat back down in front of her rapidly cooling food.

*Carne guisada puertorriqueña? Isn't that what you wanted to cook your first day at work as my official mentor? R*

*Yes. I found some good beef and it's rather tasty, even if I do say so myself. J*

*You're making me hungry. Oliver and I just had grilled cheese but I didn't have enough cheese left so I had ... toast. R*

*Roseanne, you have to take better care of yourself. You're recovering from a serious head injury. Do you want me to bring some carne guisada puertorriqueña over? J*