39

Twenty-One

Kendall

“W

ho is that?” I whispered to Delilah 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 Presley Jordan, 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.

Presley Jordan.

That name did sound familiar.

The more I thought about it, I realized that it was because of Daisy; 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.

Presley didn’t have that super-manly, husky handsomeness like Dominick. But he was certainly cute in that boy-next-door kind of way, a