I was ten minutes late and still hadn’t picked up coffee—a requirement set by my sister when she was scheduled to be anywhere before noon. As her personal assistant, I knew better than to show up empty-handed, and I also knew there was no negotiation to her rules.I parked a few blocks away from Starbucks, not wanting to waste any more time to look for a better spot, and I hauled ass inside. The line was at least twenty people deep, and it wrapped around the whole back of the shop.She’s going to kill me.The second I got in place, my phone began to vibrate from inside my purse. If I pulled it out, I imagined there would be multiple texts, missed calls, voice mails, all from my sister, asking where I was.She was high-maintenance, demanding, and extremely argumentative, a snarky attitude that just wouldn’t let you win, so there was no reason to even try. Growing up with her had been an adventure, but having to work with her every day, in this proximity, was an entirely new level of in
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.Godda
“Daisy, Greg’s not attacking you. He’s seen plenty of careers go up in flames, and he’s only trying to look out for your best interest.” I nodded toward the stack in her hands. “He’s secured multiple deals that are extremely substantial, and he wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t see your potential.”Daisy laughed, a sound that told me I was wasting her time—and mine—and she began reviewing the first sheet. “No. Definitely not this one. It’s too physical, and I can’t stand sweating. Next.” She tossed the paper and picked up another one, instantly degrading Greg for presenting it to her.While she moved on to the third one, I gazed at Kendall, her eyes never leaving her sister, like she was waiting for an upcoming demand.Because I couldn’t fucking help myself, I asked, “What did you do before becoming Daisy’s assistant?”She inhaled a large breath, slowly turning toward me. “I was an artist.”“Artist?” Daisy snickered. “Let’s not get carried away. You were a graphic designer.”“Yes,
KendallCoincidences.There were times that were so ironic, so mind-blowing, that I had to pinch myself. That was what I’d done when I laid eyes on Dominick, sitting across the table from me in a deliciously handsome, dark suit, a silver striped tie, and the scent of shower and lust wafting over from him.Really, what were the chances that the man I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about was my sister’s lawyer?And now, he was staring at me, waiting for an answer to a question that was completely insane.Me … acting … on a reality TV show?No.But the grin on his lips, the promise in his eyes, told me he believed in me. That he wanted this for me, that he was going to make it happen.I just had to say yes.I set down my coffee that I’d been holding against my mouth, clearing the thickness from my throat, and glanced at my lap. If I looked at my sister, I knew what her expression would show—her opinion was more than clear. But I needed a moment that wasn’t influenced by her to breathe
But professionally, Brett was one of the top agents in the world and one of the owners of The Agency, a company Daisy mentioned at least once a day since her agent worked for him. Having Brett represent her was Daisy’s ultimate goal.And now, I was standing in front of his desk.What the ever-loving fuck?“Brett, this is Kendall Roy,” Dominick said, finishing the introduction.Brett stood from behind his desk, extending his hand, and I shook his firm grip.“It’s a real pleasure,” I heard myself say.“Likewise.”He sat down, motioning for us to do the same, and Dominick and I filled the two vacant chairs.“My friend Dominick has an impeccable eye for talent,” Brett began. “In fact, together, we’ve closed some of the largest entertainment deals in the world.” As he paused, a wave of chills ran up my arms and across my chest, each hammer of my heart causing my throat to shudder. “When he tells me he’s got someone for one of my shows, I take his word for it.” He glanced at Dominick and th
I had to keep reminding myself that I wasn’t a fly on the wall. That I was really here, that Brett was going to represent me, not Daisy.“Do you have any questions for me?” Brett asked.I had a million, but I didn’t even know where to start. But there was something nagging at me, something that probably wasn’t defined in the contract, so asking was the only way I’d know.“Will filming be all day, seven days a week?” I took a breath. “I’m trying to figure out if there’s any way I can still help my sister—I know she needs me—and continue volunteering a few days a week.” I looked at Dominick. “I found a super-cute retirement home by my apartment, and the little ladies love my watercolor class.”Dominick turned to glance at Brett and said, “What did I tell you?”Brett nodded. “You’re right. She’s fucking perfect.”Charlize: Good thing you budged. I could have birthed a man-baby for how long I stood in that line. Hope your meeting went fabulously and you weren’t too late. Awesome to meet y
His hand went to his face, like he was going to cough, but a long, deep chuckle came out instead. “Fool, who do you think you’re talking to? Do you really think I fucking believe that?”“Why wouldn’t you?”His eyes narrowed. “I saw the way you were looking at her. You were doing everything in your power not to throw her across my desk.”He wasn’t wrong.I couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking body. I could practically feel her under my fingertips, taste her skin on my tongue.But things had changed.She was soon going to be a client, and that was something I wouldn’t mess with.“Not going to happen, man.” I shook my head to emphasize the point. “Trust me.”He tapped his fist on the wood. “What do you want to put on it?”“Your plane.”He laughed again. “It’s a bet I’m not going to lose, so why don’t you tell me what I’ll get if I win?”“Name your prize—one of my cars, a trip to fucking Fiji, a hundred grand, whatever you want.”He stretched his hand in my direction. “You’ve got you
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