"Mark my words … she's going to be a fucking 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 cock sliding into it. To see if her nipples 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 dick 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 dick 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 cock 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 fucking category.
She glanced down, tucking her hair behind her ear, her breathing speeding up. When her eyes locked with mine again, I saw the stress and worry. "I'm going to talk to her tomorrow. Hopefully, it goes smoothly."
"My offer stands. If you need me to talk to her at any point, just let me know."
Brett's plane was fresh in my mind, but I couldn't stop looking at her, thinking about her body, dreaming about being inside of it.
My tongue wanted to lick every fucking inch of her skin.
"It's reassuring to know I have someone like you backing me," she said. "I mean, none of this would even be possible if it wasn't for you."
I finished my scotch, setting the empty on the table, wishing the glass were full of ice so I could cool my ass down. "You're the talent, Kendall. I just happened to run into you at the right time."
And taste you.
And feel the tightness of your cunt.
My thoughts were interrupted as the waitress appeared with our next round, dispersing the drinks across our group.
Once the shot was in my hand, I held it high in the air, the others doing the same.
"To the future," I said. "And to Kendall …" I paused, my stare dipping to those glossy, fat lips that I wanted screaming my goddamn name. "On the path to making millions."
"Millions!" she gasped.
I swallowed the fiery cinnamon-flavored liquor. "I told you, this is only the beginning. Brett and I are going to make you so much fucking money."
She put her hand on her chest, like she was trying to slow her heart rate. "I honestly can't even wrap my head around that."
The movement sent me a wave of her scent, the tropical breeze I only smelled whenever I was vacationing on an island.
Or when I was near her.
Fuck me.
"It's going to happen, Kendall." I ran my hand down her arm, and goose bumps instantly followed my fingers, the sight causing a grin to spread across me. "You just have to say yes."