Lisa yanked the door open and peered out into the hall, hoping to see a bellhop sauntering up with their order. Of course, there was no such thing. The hall was completely empty. She slammed the door with frustration, then turned to peer around the suite.
A small sigh and the rustle of sheets drew her gaze to the door to her room. Her hearing was working exceptionally well at the moment. All her senses were buzzing. Her entire body was jumping with excitement, and all of it, every aching inch of her, wanted to be with Jennie. This was like some sort of hell. Some sort of
Lisa scowled toward her room and the soft, willing woman in her bed. She had known that this conference would be a hellish excursion. Little had she realized it would be full-body torture, though.
A snore from the other direction drew her attention. Taehyung's room. Sure, the guy was sleeping peacefully.
Yes!
Taehyung can answer the door for her when the order arrived and no more possible interruptions.
The thought interrupted Lisa's internal rant, and she gazed hard at the V's door then her gaze shot to her own room. she didn't think that Jennie would want Taehyung to know what they were getting up to, though; she was pretty sure she would be extremely displeased if she asked her friend for a favor so that they can do 'it' without any disturbance.
Another sigh issued from her bedroom, followed by another rustle. she could just imagine Jennie shifting restlessly on her bed, her nipples still erect, her face softened by desire and
She just wouldn't tell her, Lisa decided. Hurrying to Taehyung's door, she didn't knock or make any other sound that Jennie might hear, simply opened it and slipped inside. she rushed to the bed where Taehyung lay sleeping. Grabbing the sleeping editor by the shoulders, she gave him a violent shake.
"Wake up," she hissed.
Taehyung came awake at once, his eyes blinking open with alarm. "What? What's happened?" he asked anxiously. "Is the hotel on fire?"
"No. I need your help. Answer the door when the bellhop arrived."
Taehyung blinked stupidly at her. "What?" he started to lift his head; then his gaze hit Lisa's naked body. He froze, his mouth dropping open with horror. "Oh, geez, why the hell are you naked. Oh, my God." he pulled free of Lisa's hands and rolled away with disgust. "I'm sleeping here. Go away. I'm not interested in you."
Lisa scowled at Taehyung's back, straightened, and crossed her arms. "I need a help."
"And I need sleep! Go away," the editor repeated.
"Don't you have conscience?" Lisa persisted.
Apparently realizing Lisa wasn't going to go away, Taehyung rolled back over. He glared. "Yes, I do. But do I look like a pushover to you?" he asked. He sat up. "Look, Lisa, I like you. But Jennie is my friend and" he paused to scowl. "Will you please cover yourself? You're giving me a headache here. Thank God all of my writers are female but not one of them would stand there naked, flaunting themselves in front of me. I shouldn't know this much about Jennie's personal life. We're friends and coworkers and Have you two slept together yet? The other day"
"No." Lisa interrupted to shut him up. "Not yet! All I want is to answer the door when my order arrived, not a lecture!"
"Yeah? Well, all I want is to sleep and to not see Jennie hurt, and you" he paused as a knock sounded on the door to the suite.
When Lisa started to leave, Taehyung caught her arm. "You aren't answering the door like that! What if it's a fan who managed to track you down?" The editor thrust his blankets aside and got out of bed in one move. He was topless but wearing boxers. He stalked out of the room without bothering with a robe. Lisa followed at a discreet distance, just in case it was fans at the door and not the food she had ordered.
