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“Was your day as crazy as mine?” my brother Jenner asked from the other side of the small table where we sat on the far side of the bar.
I lifted my dirty martini up to my lips, skipping the sip for a large gulp. “You have no f*****g idea.” I returned the glass to its place in front of me, wrapping my hand around the thin stem. “I was in a meeting with Daisy Roy. Her sister, who happens to be her assistant, walked in late, and I offered her a reality show on the spot.”
“How did Daisy react to that?”
Even my brother, who had nothing to do with the entertainment side of our firm, knew of her reputation.
“Exactly the way you’d expect.” I huffed. “Did I mention, her sister is the girl I brought to the hotel room last night?”
“You dirty f*****g dog, you.”
“Man, she’s f*****g perfect. An incredibly sick body, a face that needs no makeup. Kind, charismatic”—I paused to groan—“and she can ride some mean cock.”
“Perfect for the show”—his eyes narrowed—“or for you?”
“Jesus, you and Brett are f*****g relentless. For the show, dickhead.”
“All right, I’ll semi-accept that. Are we sure Daisy hasn’t gutted her yet, turning this into a true crime special?”
I laughed, finishing the rest of my drink, and the waitress immediately swung by to ask if we wanted another round.
“Keep ’em coming,” I told her.
The moment she left our table, a flash of movement from several feet away caught my attention. It was a girl, tossing her hair over her shoulder, the long, thick waves stirring a night full of memories in my head. The same locks I had wrapped around my wrist and pulled down her back, exposing her neck. With Kendall’s profile now facing me, my gaze lowered, remembering those pouty, thick lips I had gently gnawed.
“No s**t,” I uttered mostly to myself as I noticed the guy sitting next to her.
His glossy lipstick and painted nails were signs that told me they weren’t on a date.
I looked at my brother. “I can assure you, she’s very much alive.” I pointed toward her table. “That happens to be her right there.”
“Damn, you weren’t kidding. That girl’s a f*****g knockout.” He winked. “It’s too bad you got to her first.”
Ignoring his smart-ass comment, I took in the angles of her neck, the way her top showed her amazing t**s, her beautiful, long legs that had locked around my waist, keeping me deep inside her p***y.
“Mark my words … she’s going to be a f*****g star.”
I hadn’t even closed my mouth yet when Kendall glanced across the bar, her stare slowly skimming the space between us until it finally landed on me.
Dominick, she mouthed, the surprise clear in her eyes.
She looked at her friend and said something to him, and now, both were gazing at me.
I mouthed, Come here, and waved her over.
Only about twelve hours had passed since I’d brought her into Brett’s office, and the studio was still mulling over the new salary we had counteroffered them, so I didn’t know what I would say to her. I just knew I needed her closer. To see that mouth puckered around a straw, to picture my c**k sliding into it. To see if her n*****s hardened when she got near me, if her skin flushed, if a thin layer of sweat would rise, the same way it had when she milked my d**k last night.
As she walked over, skintight leather pants revealed the curves of her hips, the outline of her thighs, the thick gap between them. The tank top she had on was small and snug, each step telling me she didn’t have on a bra.
My d**k was already hard, screaming to be inside her.
“Hi,” she said as she reached me. “This is my friend Charlize.” She looked at Charlize and added, “This is my lawyer, Dominick, and …”
“Jenner,” my brother said, introducing himself, shaking their hands.
“Nice to meet you,” I said to Charlize as he lightly clasped my hand. Once he released me, I called over the waitress and said, “A round of shots—make them strong—and refills for whatever they’re having.” I pointed at Kendall and Charlize, so she would know who I was referring to.
“Skinny margaritas for both of us,” Kendall told the waitress. She then looked at me. “Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that, but we certainly appreciate it.”
“What do you mean? We have something to celebrate tonight.”
Her smile reached her eyes. “I’m still in total shock. I thought it would wear off or that the tequila would tame it a little.” She shook her head. “But it hasn’t. At all.”
Covered in a deep red shine, her mouth was even more enticing than it had been when I was kissing her. Her teeth glowing behind her lips, white and sharp, made me wonder what part of me she would bite if I slipped my c**k in her ass.
“How are things with Daisy?”
“Good Lord,” Charlize moaned. “We need more cocktails for that conversation.”
I saw how Charlize’s admission affected Kendall, her excitement instantly dampening as she said, “I haven’t spoken to her. I know her better than anyone, and talking about this now will get us nowhere. She needs time to cool off.”
“But girlfriend has been texting her nonstop,” Charlize said. “And calling.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
The offer seemed valid. Both sisters were now clients. I was the reason Daisy was upset. If I hadn’t brought Kendall into Brett’s office, she would probably be in front of her computer, digitally smoothing the cellulite off Daisy’s ass from her photo shoot today.
“No,” she replied. “But it’s so nice of you to offer, thank you.”
“For the record, she’s not the right fit for the show. I don’t want her fighting with you over something that isn’t even a possibility. If she’s just plain old jealous of you, well, there’s nothing I can do to change that.”
But I understood it. Women could be catty bitches, and Kendall had it all over Daisy in every f*****g category.
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