DOMINICK
"Y
ou know she's scared shitless, don't you?" Brett said the second Kendall walked out of his office. "The whole time she was in here, she looked like a goddamn deer caught in headlights."
"She's humble." I leaned back in the chair, using my palms as a pillow, fanning my arms to each side. "And her sister wants to fucking kill her, so there's that too." I smiled as I thought of the glimmer in Kendall's eyes when I'd offered her the show. The way her lips had turned upward, her brows rising, the heat that had moved into her cheeks. "Man, she's going to be perfect."
He lifted his coffee and moved back in his chair, kicking his feet onto the top of his desk. "You know, when I first met James, I didn't tell her I was an agent. I didn't hide the fact; I just didn't mention it. Jesus, I couldn't keep my goddamn hands off her that night." He shook his head, grinning. "Once we parted that next morning, we texted a few times, and then the opportunity to be her agent fell right in my fucking lap." A serious expression took over his face. "Except there was one problem. I'd already slept with her."
My arms dropped, my foot bouncing in the air after I crossed my legs. "Why are you telling me this?"
"When I sat at that conference table, the chance of being James's agent dangling right in front of me, I had the same goddamn look on my face as you did when Kendall was sitting next to you."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Brother, it takes one to know one, and I saw that shit coming from a mile away." He took a drink of his coffee. "Kendall was the girl in the green dress, the one I assume you took to your hotel room last night?"
When we were on this side of the industry, we all played by the same rules. Brett was the first in our group to break one, and it had worked out for him, but most didn't, and he was trying to warn me.
I sighed. "I didn't know she was Daisy's sister until our meeting this morning."
His feet dropped to the floor, and he leaned his arms over his desk. "It's too late to tell you not to do it, but I can tell you, this could end badly if it continues."
"Continues? You know me better than that." I laughed. "Hit it, quit it-or in this case, work for it. But nothing more besides business will ever happen between Kendall and me-I assure you of that."
His hand went to his face, like he was going to cough, but a long, deep chuckle came out instead. "Fool, who do you think you're talking to? Do you really think I fucking believe that?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
His eyes narrowed. "I saw the way you were looking at her. You were doing everything in your power not to throw her across my desk."
He wasn't wrong.
I couldn't stop thinking about that fucking body. I could practically feel her under my fingertips, taste her skin on my tongue.
But things had changed.
She was soon going to be a client, and that was something I wouldn't mess with.
"Not going to happen, man." I shook my head to emphasize the point. "Trust me."
He tapped his fist on the wood. "What do you want to put on it?"
"Your plane."
He laughed again. "It's a bet I'm not going to lose, so why don't you tell me what I'll get if I win?"
"Name your prize-one of my cars, a trip to fucking Fiji, a hundred grand, whatever you want."
He stretched his hand in my direction. "You've got yourself a deal." Once we shook, he added, "Now, get your ass out of here and go read her contract. We've got a new fucking client to sign."
"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 fucking 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 fucking dog, you."
"Man, she's fucking 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 fucking 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 shit," 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 fucking 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 tits, her beautiful, long legs that had locked around my waist, keeping me deep inside her pussy.