THE HOT lawyer's

Part 22

Jennie

"Who is that?" I whispered to Nancy as we sat on one of the couches in the VIP area of the club, the cameras pointed directly at us.

With the microphone taped to the inside of my dress, catching every word I said, there was no reason to keep my voice so low. Undoubtedly, this conversation would air on the show.

"Girl, you don't watch Sky House?" She waited for me to shake my head before continuing, "That's Kai Kim Jongin, the lead in that show. Isn't he positively delicious?"

I hadn't asked because of his looks; I had asked because every girl in this club was gawking at him.

Kim Jongin.

That name did sound familiar.

The more I thought about it, I realized that it was because of Irene; she had mentioned him in the past, saying how sexy he was. At one point, I could even recall Googling him just to see who she was talking about.

Kai didn't have that super-manly, husky handsomeness like Lisa. But he was certainly cute in that boy-next-door kind of way, and the women in here were gushing over his smile, a set of white pearls that glowed, even in this dim room.

"Oh, honey, you're interested, aren't you?"

I looked at Nancy. "Me? No."

"Riiight." She rolled her eyes. "Do you see all those girls flocking around him? They're not interested either."

"Why aren't you part of that group?"

She put her hand on my shoulder. "I don't like my boys clean; I like them bad. And Kai is so far out of that category."

I laughed as he happened to glance away from the girl he was speaking to, slowly looking around the room until his eyes landed on mine. His gaze was so intense, so heated, that I had to look away.

"My God, he can't take his eyes off you. Daaamn, that's a fuck-me stare if I've ever seen one."

"Don't be silly." A quick peek in his direction showed he was still studying me. "I'm sure he just recognizes me from somewhere—that's all."

But that wasn't the truth because I was positive we had never met before.

"I don't think so, babe. That man is practically stripping off your dress with his eyes."

"I'm definitely not interested in that."

"Show me who you would be interested in. Who in this club revs you up?"

I did a quick scan of the space around us. There were several celebrities, each of them so done up. Like Kai, every strand of hair had been perfectly placed, every accessory on point, as though their stylist were on standby, prettying them up between conversations.

That wasn't my style.

I wanted someone who could throw on a baseball hat and sweatpants and have breakfast with a little girl who was covered in chocolate chip pancakes. Someone who was as real on the outside as she was on the inside, who could be sensitive when it was required and rough when I demanded her to be.

Only one person fit that description.

"Not a single one," I finally replied.

"Whaaat?" She shook my shoulders. "Come on, girl. There has to be someone in here you find hot as hell."

"What can I say? I'm picky as fuck."

She was silent for a few moments before she said, "How about him?" and nodded toward the guy who had just walked into the VIP area. "I get the sense he'd be your type."