"Of course they did." She licked the inside of her bottom lip, causing my gaze to drop there and me to fantasize. "Things going good, Dominick?"
I didn't do small talk very well. Words, in my field, cost my clients money. Telling Kendall that work had been busy as hell, the weather was sunny, and my brothers were driving me fucking crazy was useless.
Now, her ass was a topic I would much rather discuss.
"Are you filming tonight?" I asked, avoiding her question but initiating conversation I already knew the answer to.
"Just curious … will you be billing me for this chat?"
"This is off the clock, smart-ass."
"One you clearly love admiring." She straightened her body, changing positions so her ass wasn't so emphasized. "There are no cameras tonight, just a get-together with my costars."
"What do you think of them?"
She turned her body toward me, sending me more of her perfume, the new angle putting her tits in my direct line of vision.
Damn it, she was good, and she certainly knew what she was doing.
"They're fine." She kept her voice low even though the bar was loud, ensuring no one but me could hear her. "They're women I wouldn't normally hang with, but I'm pretty easygoing, so I'm sure we'll get along fine."
"The show is hoping that you don't. Remember, the more drama-"
"The higher the ratings, I know-that's what everyone keeps saying." She twirled a chunk of her wild, long hair before tossing it over her shoulder. "I can already sense the little nuggets dropping. You know, this guy keeps looking at me, but another girl thinks he's hot. That guy is going to ask her out, but he's already dated one of the others. If that's the angst they're looking for, then it's brewing."
It was.
And that was the kind of shit I didn't want to hear-anything that involved another dude even looking at her.
"Skinny margarita," the bartender said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "And a whiskey."
I took the small tumbler into my hand, Kendall already clinking hers against mine.
"Cheers, Dominick."
Even the way she sang my name was fucking sexy.
"Cheers-"
"Ugh, you didn't get me one," a girl asked, cutting me off.
The blonde draped her arm around Kendall's shoulders and lowered her lips to the glass, taking a long pull of Kendall's margarita.
I didn't have to ask who she was. Her appearance told me she was a costar.
"You know I'll share," Kendall said, offering her another sip.
The girl wiped the skinny margarita off her mouth and instantly eyed me up. "Kendall, who's this yummy specimen?" She stuck her hand out for me to shake, fingers bent like a queen. "I'm Delilah, and you are?"
"Dominick."
"My lawyer," Kendall added. "One who charges the most obscene amount per hour."
"Ohhh, but it looks like he's worth every penny." She pulled her fingers back from my grip, dangling them in the air as though she wasn't sure where to place them. "Maybe I should have hired you. Surely, someone who's big and burly and dapper, like yourself, could have gotten me what I needed." Her hand landed on my arm, rubbing my triceps as though it were my cock. "And, baby, I need a lot."
"He's single too," Kendall said. "So, have at him."
I wanted to reach across the small space separating us, wrap my hands around Kendall's waist, and bend her over my knee, where I would spank that tantalizing ass.
But the opportunity ended as she stepped back, adding too much distance between us.
"Good to see you tonight, Dominick. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She gave me one of her signature smiles, and then she was gone, out of my sight.
Leaving me with Delilah.
"Where were we?" she cooed.
THIRTEEN
KENDALL
D
ominick's brothers might have chosen to come to this bar, but there was no question in my mind that he had known I was going to be here. He could have easily convinced them to go to a different place-there were thousands just like this one in LA-but he hadn't.
His stare had told me why.
His eyes devouring me from the moment they landed on mine.
Leaving him alone with Delilah had been too much fun. I'd thought he'd last longer than a few minutes with her, but by the time I made it back to the group, he was already sitting with his brothers on the other side of the room.
Anytime I glanced in his direction, his focus was on me.
And now, it was following me to the dance floor.
After three margaritas, I was ready to shake my butt, the girls joining me out here. The music pounded through my body, the tequila making every part of me want to groove. We were all dancing together, feeling the rhythm, our arms linked to twirl, our hips grinding.
I didn't know if it was all the booze or the pumping music or the fact that I was basking in Dominick's gaze, but I was having the best time. So much so that it killed me when all the drinks had kicked in and I had to excuse myself to run off to the ladies' room.
I finished up in the stall and came out to wash my hands, looking at myself in the mirror hanging above the sink. There was a thin line of sweat over my lip, and my waves needed some taming.
I patted my face dry with a paper towel and ran my fingers through my hair. Even though there weren't any cameras filming tonight, I still added a little more lip gloss, and I smoothed the liner under my eyes. Once I finished, I tossed the napkin and headed for the door.
I wasn't more than a few paces down the hallway when I was forced to stop, a pair of hands clenching my hips, a rock-hard body preventing me from taking another step.
"Dominick …"
"You've been teasing me all night, Kendall."
A heat moved through me as his hands circled down to my ass.
"That wasn't my intention."