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“Makes sense.” He put his hands on his hips. “Let me think. Hmm … I know the perfect spot. There’s this hole-in-the-wall diner that I went to once in West Hollywood. Best tater tots I’ve ever had.”

“Sold.”

He fluttered his fingers at me and headed for the bathroom, and I held up my phone, loading the camera on the screen. I had on a baseball hat with a long braid hanging over one side of my chest, tons of hair that had fallen loose around my face, and not a drop of makeup on.

This was the look Dominick liked the best.

I puckered my lips to blow him a kiss and snapped a selfie. Satisfied with the photo, I attached it to a text and sent it to him.

Dominick: Damn it, I’m one lucky son of a bitch. You are so fucking hot, Kendall. I need that mouth. Now.

Me: You’ll have it very soon.

Dominick: I also need you.

Me: Good thing that my lips and I are a package deal. ;)

Dominick: I should punish you for making me wait.

Me: Yes … please.

“All right, girl, let’s get this done,” Charlize said fro