Crazy For Your Love (Jensoo)

1| Jennie

She's nervous. Jisoo Kim, Jackson Harbor's most eligible bachelorette, viral internet sensation, and the face of female fantasies all over the country, is nervous.

"If you keep pacing, you'll wear a hole in the floor," I say from my perch behind the curtain.

Jisoo stops and spins to face me, those midnight-dark eyes narrowing. "You have to get me out of this."

I bite back my smile. I shouldn't laugh. It's not nice. But my hot friend's predicament has been a laughter gold mine for me during the last month. Tonight is the first annual Kim Brews for Shoes benefit dinner and date auction.

Two months ago, Jisoo agreed to be auctioned off for a good cause. At the time, it seemed like nothing. She was one of many firefighters who agreed to sell themselves for an evening of wining and dining. But one month ago, everything changed, and now the Kim Brews Banquet Center is packed to capacity with crazy, screaming women from all over the country, ready to rip each other's hair out to get the winning bid.

"Hero, hero, hero!" The chanting gets louder and louder.

"You want me to sneak you out the back?" I ask, grinning. "Save you from the scary rich women?"

Her eyes are wide as she strides toward me. "Think you can?"

To say Jisoo is just a player is a serious understatement—she's the biggest player I know. So why is she scared to let some women bid for a night of her company? I try not to laugh. I try, but it's just ridiculous. A snort slips out anyway, and then my laughter follows.

Jisoo scowls at me. "I hate you."

I hold up a hand. "Sorry. No, really. I get it." I inch the curtain open and peer out onto the stage, where Irene Bae is quieting the crowd and segueing into her speech about the good the Shoe Bus will do for the children of Jackson Harbor and surrounding communities. Beyond the stage is a sea of women, many pushing around each other to get closer to the front. "They do all look a little . . . intense."

Sighing, Jisoo drags a hand through her dark hair. It does nothing to ebb that rumpled, fresh-out-of-bed look she has going on. I wouldn't admit it if someone paid me to, but I totally understand why women lose their minds over her. She's hot. So hot. "They're nuts."

On Labor Day weekend, Jisoo rescued a golden retriever puppy trapped beneath the trampoline float at the public beach. Some well-meaning bystander snapped a picture of her striding out of the water— wearing just her sports bra, showing off her abs, her luscious black hair falling down one shoulder as she pulled it out of her ponytail and her jaw was set with determination with the sopping-wet pup curled in her arms.

The Jackson Harbor Fire Department posted the image on their social media, and in the following forty-eight hours, Jisoo's world exploded. The image went viral, and she became the face of every sexy firefighter fantasy out there.

Jisoo did a couple of TV interviews, deciding to use her fifteen minutes of fame to speak to the public about life jackets and water safety, but her fifteen minutes lasted longer and stretched further than anyone expected. Suddenly, Jackson Harbor wasn't only teeming with tourists here for the beach, but with women who made the trip for the scenery of the JHFD variety. Then when word got out that Jisoo was one of the bachelors up for auction tonight, Jisoo fever picked up anew, with tickets for the event selling out within five minutes of going live.

"You should have backed out when Irene gave you the choice." I squeeze her arm through her suit jacket. "She would have understood."

"I thought it would die down by now," she grumbles. "There are men and women literally risking their lives saving people every day, and all these ladies are losing their minds because I performed a puppy rescue that my niece probably could have managed."