“I can tell.” He held out his hand. “Charlie, but I prefer Charlize because I’m fabulous like that.”
I smiled, loving him already. “Kendall.”
“So, Kendall, is your meeting with someone fancy?”
I shrugged. “My sister and some of her team.”
“If she’s anyone we’ve all heard of, I’m going to teach you something very important that you need to use to your advantage while you work in this town.”
“She’s Daisy Roy, a reality TV star.”
“Daisy Roy,” he repeated. “You mean, the chick who’s in the show Single Girls of LA and whose face is on that billboard?” He pointed out the window, where there was a giant photograph of Daisy smiling with a beer clasped in her hand—now the newest spokeswoman for that beverage company.
I nodded. “Yep, the one and only.”
“Giiirl, watch this.” He moved to the side of the line, so he’d have a full view of everyone standing in it, and said, “Hey, guys, we have a 911 over here.” He waited until most of the people looked in his direction before he continued, “This here is Daisy Roy’s sister, and she was sent to get Daisy some coffee, stat, for an audition she has in five. Do you think we can do her a solid and let her cut?”
“Only if you can get me a date with your smoking-hot sister,” a guy replied.
“If you buy my coffee, I’ll happily let you squeeze in,” a woman said from the front.
“You’re a lifesaver,” I replied to her, and then I looked at Charlize. “Dinner, drinks, whatever—it’s all on me.”
“Don’t think I’m not taking you up on that.” He urged me toward my new position and added, “I’ll find you on Instagram.”
“Search Daisy’s account, she only follows a few people and I’m one of them,” I said to him before I reached the counter. I gave the barista my order and pointed to the lady behind me. “I’ll also pay for whatever she’s having.”
As I took out my credit card, I saw my phone lighting up with more texts, and I scrolled through my messages while I waited for the drinks.
Daisy: Why didn’t you tell me you were running late?
Daisy: Where are you?
Daisy: Are you REALLY doing this to me? Is THIS what I pay you for?
Daisy: I can’t believe you’re not here yet …
Daisy: ANSWER ME. WHERE ARE YOU?
Daisy: Twenty minutes. Are you fucking kidding me?
Daisy: You’re officially dead to me. Or fired. I can’t tell which one would give me more satisfaction right now. There’s literally smoke coming out of my ears. WHY THE HELL AREN’T YOU HERE?
A new notification came in, this one from Instagram, a Charlize Frank requesting to follow my private account. I glanced toward the back of the line, and he was grinning at me, waving.
I hit Accept just as one of the baristas yelled, “Kendall!”
Knowing it was best not to respond to my sister—a text at this point would only make her angrier—I grabbed the two coffees and hurried toward the door, thanking everyone I passed in line. When I reached Charlize, I told him I’d be in touch and headed down the sidewalk toward The Agency, the large high-rise at the end.
This was the second time I would be meeting her agent—her manager and lawyer would also be in attendance today—to discuss some of the contracts she’d recently been offered. I just hated that I was running so behind, making myself look like an unprofessional degenerate in front of her team.
Late, like one-night stand, was another word that wasn’t part of my vocabulary.
“I’m here for Daisy Roy’s meeting,” I said to the receptionist, winded by the time I reached her desk.
“Tenth floor.” She pointed at the elevators to my right. “When you get off, take a left, and the conference room is the last door at the end. You’ll find them all inside.”
“Thank you.”
I slid into an elevator just as the doors were closing and tried to prepare myself for the lashing I was about to get.
Four
Dominick
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I heard as the conference room door flew open.
A blur of black fabric and long hair moved across the open space until the woman landed in the seat next to Daisy.
Not just any woman.
One with lean legs and an incredible ass, a face that was more exquisite than any I had ever seen.
And all of it belonged to the girl who had left my bed this morning.
The same girl Daisy had been complaining about since this meeting had started. Daisy had only referred to her as her sister, so I hadn’t made the connection.
Until now.
Fuck me.
Daisy hadn’t been at the hotel opening, and Kendall hadn’t mentioned they were sisters.
They also looked nothing alike, giving me no reason to align the two. Daisy had more of an innocent appearance with flat hair and big, round eyes. Kendall had more of an exotic appeal with unruly hair that was almost black, a petite nose, and lips that would have stolen the show if it wasn’t for those stunning light-blue, almond-shaped eyes.
Goddamn it.
I’d fucked a lot of women in this town. Clients and their family I steered clear of.
As Kendall sat beside my top reality star, an expression so apologetic on her face, I suddenly felt as sorry as she did.
“Excuse my terribly rude sister,” Daisy barked. “She moved here from Boston and apparently doesn’t know how to tell time.”
“I’m sorry,” Kendall repeated. “I’m still learning LA traffic, and it’s a madhouse out there.”
“Whatever.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “Kendall, I think you know everyone here, except for Dominick Dalton”—she pointed at me—“my attorney.”
Kendall was just getting settled in her chair, taking a drink of her coffee, when our stares met.
As the realization hit her, her body froze, eyes widening, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red than they had in the hallway of the restroom.
I liked that color on her.
I’d like it even more if it came in lace lingerie that framed her tits with a string up her ass.
“Kendall …”
She swallowed, taking a long, deep breath, trying to hide the shock that was surely echoing through her body—a feeling that produced the sexiest fucking look on her face. “Dominick, it’s nice to meet you.”
She wasn’t giving away our secret.
That pleased me.
“You as well,” I replied.
I wondered if her pussy was wet. If she’d let me spread her legs across the table, the way I had less than twelve hours ago, if we were left alone in here. If her nipples were becoming hard and erect as she gazed at me.
Like my fucking cock.
“Can we get to work now?” Daisy demanded. “I have a photo shoot after this that no one is going to make me late for.” She glared at her sister.
“I’m sorry,” Kendall whispered to her.
In the eight years I’d been practicing entertainment law, I’d seen many different shades of people. Most in the depths of their career, that level of income in line with what it took to afford me. Half of the people who sat across from me were friendly and humble; the next percentage were cocky assholes.