DOMINICK
"T
hat one," my youngest brother, Ford, said, pointing at a chick on the other side of the bar.
She had tits the size of my fucking head, more makeup on her face than the counter of a goddamn department store.
He knew me better than that.
I took a sip of my whiskey and replied, "No fucking way. She does nothing for me."
"Does she need to?" Jenner asked. "She'll just be a quick fuck for the night." He set down his drink to get a better look at her. "Have you lost your mind? She's smoking."
"Dominick hasn't gotten laid in over a week," Ford said. "You know this is how he gets when he hasn't had pussy. Like a lost fucking bird who can't find his way south."
I wasn't lost.
I knew exactly what I wanted.
What I craved.
Who I needed to pull me out of this rut.
And she was going to be at this bar tonight.
During my meeting with Brett this afternoon, he'd reminded me that Kendall wouldn't begin filming for another week. Tonight was an obligatory meetup with the crew, so the girls could work on their chemistry and interactions, and the viewers would believe they were actually friends in real life.
In my gut, I had known coming here was the worst fucking idea.
It would do nothing but tease me.
But I just needed to put my eyes on her.
Every time I tried to think of someone else, her body would come into my mind. The sensation of her lips would pass across my skin. I would see the smile that had lit up her face when she sat on the other side of my desk, her mouth full of the burrito she had made for us.
A dinner I had ruined.
Goddamn it, Kendall was a good girl.
Normally, I didn't do good. I found bad and naughty, who didn't give a shit about what happened past the morning, an orgasm the only thing we were both after.
But not Kendall.
She wanted … more.
Something I'd always avoided, which was why I couldn't understand the reason I was still taunting myself with her. Why thoughts of her were eating away at me. Why the need to see her was consuming me.
"That one," Jenner said, nodding toward the table across from us, where two chicks were eye-fucking my brothers and me.
"Hell no." I glanced at Jenner. "The ginger is not my type, and the other is an old client."
"How old?" Ford asked.
"Not old enough." I twirled my glass over the tabletop. "She switched law firms when my assistant walked in on her and Jeffrey fucking in the copy room."
"Jeffrey, your paralegal?" Ford asked.
I nodded.
"She couldn't hook the lawyer, so she went for the next best thing. Maybe it's time to nibble on her bait," Ford said.
"Jesus." I shook my head, the two of them fucking relentless. I'd heard enough. I got up from the table and said, "I need a drink."
Jenner tapped the edge of my glass. "You have one."
"I need something stronger."
I headed for the bar, where I spotted a vacant seat at the end. Once my ass was planted, without my brothers breathing down my neck, I took a quick scan of the room. Beautiful women were everywhere. That was what this place was known for-a meat factory for singles. But, fuck me, there wasn't a girl in sight who did anything for me, who would make me approach her and cage her with my arms, like I'd done to Kendall on the rooftop of the hotel.
Maybe I just needed a blow job to get her out of my mind. A girl who could suck like her goddamn life depended on it, making me forget what Kendall's mouth had felt like, how her lips had looked when they swirled around my crown.
Yes, that was just what I needed.
And that became my plan-to leave this bar tonight with another woman. A chick I wouldn't even bring home. She'd suck me off in the fucking car, resetting my brain to my old ways so I wasn't just thinking about one girl.
And then Kendall would only be my client, nothing else.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked, interrupting my brainstorming.
She stood in front of me, her tits high in a corset, her lips glossy and plump.
She was doable.
"Whiskey," I said. "Four fingers, neat."
"And a skinny margarita for me," I heard spoken from behind me.
That voice.
I knew it by heart. The same with her scent as a tropical wave suddenly took over my nose.
It was a sound I yearned for, a smell I constantly found myself searching for.
When my brothers had said they wanted to come here for a drink, I'd suggested a different spot instead.
I had known it was a battle I was going to lose … because I really didn't put up a fight.
Why the hell had I even tempted myself tonight?
A masochist-that was what I was.
Slowly, I turned toward her, my dick instantly hard as I took in the dress that covered her tight, perfect body. "Kendall …"
Fuck me.
The sapphire minidress hugged those luscious hips; it stretched across her heart-shaped ass and ended at that beautiful freckle on a high part of her thigh. The material dipped around to her front, cutting off after a heavy dose of cleavage.
Sexy, confident, and fucking delicious.
She stood next to me with her back arched, her hands clenching the wooden edge of the bar, her ass sticking out as though she knew I was staring.
She finally responded to her name, gradually looking over at me, a small smile covering her face. "Out of all the bars in LA, you chose this one. Interesting."
"My brothers wanted to come."