23

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.”