Oh . . . Jungkook as a kid . . . kickboxing and X Files and no touching.
"You?" he asks.
"Before my time."
Jungkook smiles fondly up at me. "You're so young. I like making out with you, Mrs. Jeon."
"Likewise, Mr. Jeon." I kiss his chest, and we lie silently watching as The X-Files finish and the commercials come on.
"It's been a heavenly three weeks. Car chases and fires and psycho ex-bosses notwithstanding. Like being in our own private bubble," I mutter dreamily.
"Hmm," Jungkook hums deep in his throat. "I'm not sure I'm ready to share you with the rest of the world yet."
"Back to reality tomorrow," I murmur, trying to keep the melancholy from my voice.
Jungkook sighs and runs the hand that is not holding me through his hair. "Security will be tight - " I put my finger over his lips. I don't want to hear this lecture again.
"I know. I'll be good. I promise." Which reminds me . . . I shift, propping myself up on my elbows to see him better. "Why were you shouting at Sawyer?"
He stiffens immediately. Oh shit.
"Because we were followed."
"That wasn't Sawyer's fault."
He gazes at me levelly. "They should never have let you get so far in front. They know that."
I flush guiltily and resume my position, resting on his chest. It was my fault. I wanted to get away from them.
"That wasn't - "
"Enough!" Jungkook is suddenly curt. "This is not up for discussion, Lalisa. It's a fact, and they won't let it happen again."
Lalisa! I am Lalisa when I am in trouble just like at home with my mother.
"Okay," I mutter, placating him. I don't want to fight. "Did Ryan catch up with the woman in the Dodge?"
"No. And I'm not convinced it was a woman."
"Oh?" I look up again.
"Sawyer saw someone with their hair tied back, but it was a brief look. He assumed it was a woman. Now, given that you've identified that fucker, maybe it was him. He wore his hair like that." The disgust in Jungkook's voice is palpable.
I don't know what to make of this news. Jungkook runs his hand down my naked back, distracting me.
"If anything happened to you . . . ," he murmurs, his eyes wide and serious.
"I know," I whisper. "I feel the same about you." I shiver at the thought.
"Come. You're getting cold," he says, sitting up. "Let's go to bed. We can cover third base there." He smiles a lascivious smile, as mercurial as ever, passionate, angry, anxious, sexy - my Fifty Shades. I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet, and without a stitch on, I follow him through the great room to the bedroom.
The following morning, Jungkook squeezes my hand as we pull up outside SIP. He looks very much the powerful executive in his dark navy suit and matching tie, and I smile. He's not been this smart since the ballet in Monaco.
"You know you don't have to do this?" Jungkook murmurs. I am tempted to roll my eyes at him.
"I know," I whisper, not wanting to be overheard by Sawyer and Ryan in the front of the Audi. He frowns and I smile.
"But I want to," I continue. "You know this." I lean up and kiss him. His frown doesn't disappear. "What's wrong?"
He glances uncertainly at Ryan as Sawyer climbs out of the car. "I'll miss having you to myself."
I reach up to caress his face. "Me, too." I kiss him. "It was a wonderful honeymoon. Thank you."
"Go to work, Mrs. Jeon."
"You, too, Mr. Jeon."
Sawyer opens the door. I squeeze Jungkook's hand once more before I climb out onto the sidewalk. As I head into the building, I give him a little wave. Sawyer holds open the door and follows me in.
"Hi, Lisa." Claire beams from behind the reception desk.
"Claire, hello." I smile back.
"You look wonderful. Good honeymoon?"
"The best, thank you. How's it been here?"
"Old man Roach is the same, but security has been stepped up and our server room is being overhauled. But Hannah will tell you."
Sure she will. I give Claire a friendly smile and head to my office. Hannah is my assistant. She is tall, slim, and ruthlessly efficient to the point that sometimes I find her a little intimidating. But she's sweet to me, in spite of the fact that she's a couple of years older. She has my latte waiting - the only coffee I let her get for me.
"Hi, Hannah," I say warmly.
"Lisa, how was your honeymoon?"
"Fantastic. Here - for you." I pop the small bottle of perfume I bought for her onto her desk, and she claps her hands with glee.
"Oh, thank you!" she says enthusiastically. "Your urgent correspondence is on your desk, and Roach would like to see you at ten. That's all I have to report for now."
"Good. Thank you. And thanks for the coffee." Wandering into my office, I rest my briefcase on my desk and gaze at the piled up letters. Jeez, I have a lot to do.
Just before ten there's a timid tap on my door.
"Come in."
Elizabeth looks around the door. "Hi, Lisa. I just wanted to say welcome back."
"Hey. I have to say, reading through all this correspondence, I wish I was back in the South of France."
Elizabeth laughs, but her laughter is off, forced, and I cock my head to one side and gaze at her like Jungkook does to me.
"Glad you're back safely," she says. "I'll see you in a few minutes, at the meeting with Roach."
"Okay," I murmur, and she shuts the door behind her. I frown at the closed door. What was that about? I shrug it off.
My e-mail pings - it's a message from Jungkook.
From: Jeon Jungkook
Subject: Errant Wives
Wife, I sent the e-mail below and it bounced. And it's because you haven't changed your name. Something you want to tell me?
Attachment:
From: Jeon Jungkook
FW Subject: Bubble
Mrs. Jeon
Love covering all the bases with you. Have a great first day back. Miss our bubble already.
Jungkook
Shit. I hit reply immediately.
From: Lalisa Manobal
Subject: Don't Burst the Bubble
Husband, I am all for a baseball metaphor with you, Mr. Jeon. I want to keep my name here. I'll explain this evening. I am going in to a meeting now. Miss our bubble, too . . .
PS: Thought I had to use my Blackberry?
Lalisa
This is going to be such a fight. I can feel it. Sighing, I gather up my papers for the meeting.
The meeting lasts for two hours. All the commissioning editors are there, plus Roach and Elizabeth. We discuss personnel, strategy, marketing, security, and year-end. As the meeting progresses I grow more and more uncomfortable. There's a subtle change in how my colleagues are treating me - a distance and deference that wasn't there before I left for my honeymoon. And from Courtney, who heads up the non-fiction division, there's downright hostility. Maybe I'm just being paranoid but it goes some way to explaining Elizabeth's odd greeting this morning.
My mind drifts back to the yacht, then to the playroom, then to the R8 speeding away from the mystery Dodge on I-5. Perhaps Jungkook's right . . . perhaps I can't do this anymore. The thought is depressing -
this is all I've ever wanted to do. If I can't do this, what will I do? As I walk back to my office, I try to dismiss these dark thoughts. When I sit down at my desk I quickly check my e-mails. Nothing from Jungkook. I check my BlackBerry . . . Still nothing. Good. At least there's been no adverse reaction to my e-mail. Perhaps we'll discuss this tonight as per my request. I find that hard to believe, but ignoring my uneasy feeling, I open the marketing plan I was given at the meeting.
As is our ritual on a Monday, Hannah comes into my office with a plate for my packed lunch courtesy of Mrs. Jones, and we sit and eat our lunches together, discussing what we want to achieve during the week. She brings me up to date with the office gossip, too, which - considering I've been away for three weeks - is pretty thin on the ground. As we're chatting, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Roach opens the door, and standing beside him is Jungkook. I'm momentarily struck dumb. Jungkook shoots me a blazing look and stalks in, before smiling politely at Hannah.
"Hello, you must be Hannah. I'm Jeon Jungkook," he says. Hannah scrambles to her feet and holds out her hand.
"Mr. Jeon. H-how nice to meet you," she stutters as they shake hands. "Can I fetch you a coffee?"
"Please," he says warmly. With a quick puzzled glance at me, she scuttles out of the office past Roach, who stands as dumbstruck as me on the threshold of my office.
"If you'll excuse me, Roach, I'd like a word with Ms. Manobal."
Jungkook hisses the S sibilantly . . . sarcastically. This is why he's here . . . Oh shit.
"Of course, Mr. Jeon. Lisa," Roach mutters, shutting the door to my office as he departs. I recover my power of speech.
"Mr. Jeon, how nice to see you." I smile, far too sweetly.
"Ms. Manobal, may I sit down?"
"It's your company." I wave at the chair Hannah vacated.
"Yes, it is." He smiles wolfishly at me, the smile not reaching his eyes. His tone is clipped. He's bristling with tension - I can feel it all around me. Fuck. My heart sinks.
"Your office is very small," he says as he sits down facing my desk.
"It suits me."
He regards me neutrally, but I know he's mad. I take a deep breath. This is not going to be fun.
"So what can I do for you, Jungkook?"
"I'm just looking over my assets."
"Your assets? All of them?"
"All of them. Some of them need rebranding."
"Rebranding? In what way?"
"I think you know." His voice is menacingly quiet.
"Please - don't tell me you have interrupted your day after three weeks away to come over here and fight with me about my name." I am not a freaking asset!
He shifts and crosses his legs. "Not exactly fight. No."
"Jungkook, I'm working."
"Looked like you were gossiping with your assistant to me."
My cheeks heat. "We were going through our schedules," I snap.
"And you haven't answered my question."
There's a knock on the door. "Come in!" I shout, too loudly. Hannah opens the door and brings in a small tray. Milk jug, sugar bowl, coffee in a French press - she's gone all out. She places the tray on my desk.
"Thank you, Hannah," I mutter, embarrassed that I have just shouted so loudly.
"Do you need anything else, Mr. Jeon?" she asks all breathless. I want to roll my eyes at her.
"No, thank you. That's all." He smiles his dazzling, panty-dropping smile at her. She flushes and exits simpering. Jungkook turns his attention back to me.
"Now, Ms. Mnaobal, where were we?"
"You were rudely interrupting my work day to fight with me about my name."
***