JenLisa Shots Collection

A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover 1.2

Lisa

As I poured the last few drops into her glass she said, "Why don't we get another bottle of this and continue the celebration upstairs."

"Great idea," I replied. I ordered another bottle and paid the check with the company card. We stumbled a bit walking to the elevator, clearly we were both feeling the champagne after such a physically and emotionally draining day. In the elevator she rested her elbow on my shoulder and leaned into me for balance. At 5'7" I was a bit taller than her, but not enough to make it too awkward for her to lean on my shoulder.

"C'mon lightweight," I teased her, "you're not falling over are you?"

"Nnnnnnope," she replied, poking me in the chest with her index finger. "I can go all night so watch who you're calling 'lightweight,' kid."

"Ok, I'll be careful," I said, smirking. We shared a moment of very meaningful eye contact, both smirking as we gazed into each other's eyes, but the moment broke when we reached our floor and the elevator doors opened.

We arrived at her room first and she let us in. She immediately kicked her heels off, threw her suit jacket on the floor, opened the top button on her shirt, and fell onto the bed. I took a seat on the rolling chair at the desk and poured two glasses of champagne into the cheap plastic glasses the hotel provided. "Classy," I joked as I handed her a glass.

"Whatever gets the job done," she joked and immediately began to giggle, almost uncontrollably.

"What is going on with you over there?" I teased her. "You're giggling like a third-grader!"

"Oh one minute I'm your mom, now I'm a third grader?"

"Well, I've just never seen you like this. It's really cute."

She snorted at the word "cute" and took another sip of champagne. "I guess I just haven't been this happy in a while."

"Shit, you land huge deals all the time, who are you kidding?"

She giggled again and said, "Oh please, not this big. Besides, maybe that's not why I'm giddy."

We both took sips at the same time and made eye contact again, causing us both to laugh into our cups. There was a shared energy and an understanding between us at that moment, like we were both in the one place we wanted to be, with the one person we wanted to be with. I knew this was how I felt. Jennie, on the other hand, could be tough to read. I wasn't used to this feel-good, laid-back Jennie. It was incredibly sexy, but very unexpected.

We joked around as we drank the bottle of champagne, laughing freely about everything. She was reclined on the bed, rolling this way and that, resting her head on her hand and smiling at me as we talked. She looked so impossibly gorgeous laying there, luring me with her eyes. Her skirt riding up her smooth, creamy legs; her shirt hanging open, revealing tantalizing glimpses of cleavage. I was burning for her, but was afraid to show her anything that would tip her off. When we reached the end of the champagne, I poured the rest evenly into our glasses and proposed a final toast for the evening. "To us... we can do anything we put our minds to... and our minds together... are capable of..."

She was snorting trying to stifle a laugh. When I paused she cracked and busted out laughing. "Ok, that's it, nice job, you fucked up the final toast!" I joked.

"Oh whatever, you were lost, you were rambling and totally full of shit!"

"No way, bitch, I was going to give the toast to end all toasts, the one you'd remember for... yeah ok I'm full of shit. IIIII'm drunk – I had nothing." We both laughed. After a moment I rolled the chair close to her and simply said, "Well, to us then." We tapped glasses and swallowed away the last of the champagne.