THE HOT lawyer's

Part 11

Jennie

Me: Well, it's official. I'm a cast member of Glitzy Girls. I'm holding the signed contract in my hands right now. Insert every excited and terrified emoji. Gah!

Jiminie: Hell fucking yes, bestie! The world is going to eat you up. You're going to be instafamous in seconds, just you wait. When do we celebrate? I'm ready to shake my sexy ass.

Me: Filming doesn't start for two weeks, and I was fired from my prior job, so ... yeah, any night works for me.

Jiminie: That monster.

Me: It's for the better. I keep telling myself that.

Jiminie: You're a far nicer person than me. Anyway, fuck her. I'm so happy for you. Like screaming-at-the-top-of-my-lungs kinda happy. Thursday night, I'm coming over and doing your glam, and then we're going out. Drinks, food, more drinks—and no kidnapping by hottie lawyers.

Me: I saw the makeup you did on J. Lo last night for that awards show. The shots you posted on Instagram were stunning, Jiminie. You're so incredibly talented. I can't believe you're even willing to glam me up. From J. Lo to little ol' me. Good Lord.

Jiminie: Stop! You've got one hell of a canvas to work with, honey. We're going to have so much fun. I'm off to a photo shoot. Kisses.

It was past seven in the evening when I walked into Lisa's downtown office, the time she'd asked me to come in when I texted her this morning about this meeting. I hadn't expected her to have any earlier openings—my research had told me she was the most sought-after entertainment lawyer in California.

When I reached the receptionist's desk in the center of the fancy, large lobby, she greeted me with, "Hello, Miss Kim. Ms. Manoban is expecting you." She pointed at the bank of elevators. "Top floor, last door on the right, in case you've forgotten."

"I appreciate it."

Remembering the journey Jisoo and I had taken when we came here yesterday, I exited the elevator at the highest floor and walked down the hallway. As I reached the closed door at the end, I took a few deep breaths before I knocked. I didn't know why, but Lisa still made me so breathless whenever I was around her.

"Come in," she said from the other side of the wood the moment my fingers lowered to the handle.

Once I stepped in, I immediately felt her eyes on my body, the intensity of her stare making my insides tingle.

"What's that?" She nodded toward the cooler hanging on my shoulder, the one I set on an empty chair, taking a seat beside it.

"It's dinner."

She continued to stare at me, reclining against the tall leather high-back, her arms crossing, looking so sexy in her dark gray suit and black tie, the start of a shadow appearing on her cheeks.

"And drinks."

A smile came across her beautiful mouth. "How do you know I don't already have dinner plans?"

The signed contract was underneath my arm, and I placed it on her desk. "I don't, but I'm happy to eat alone in here if that's the case." I opened the cooler and took out two beers, twisting off the caps before I handed her one. "Homemade burritos, guacamole, and salsa. The only thing I didn't cook were the chips." I chewed the corner of my lip before I added, "Tempted, or are you going to pass?"

She clinked her beer against mine and took a sip. "You're extremely persuasive, Miss Kim."

I laughed as I reached inside the cooler again, removing the two dips and the large bag of chips along with the foil-wrapped burritos, setting it all up between us.