“A raging cunt,” Brett added, and then he looked at me. “We need to keep an eye on Kendall tonight. Daisy is here to start some s**t, and we can’t let it go down.”
I set my drink on the table and tore at my hair. “I’m getting her out of here.”
Brett’s hand went to my arm, stopping me from standing. “You can’t. That’ll be strike two, and production won’t let that one slide.”
Twenty-Seven
Kendall
D
ominick’s eyes were on me.
I felt them every time I smiled. Every time I faced my back toward him, feeling his gaze lower to my ass. Whenever I spoke closely to one of the girls and particularly when I danced.
His text had told me he was coming here tonight.
But I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to see him and not be able to show him any love, to inhale the spiciness of his c
