Novel Update
26
She laughed. “Shopping the following day at some bougie boutique, followed by manis and pedis and brunch.”
“Doesn’t sound too awful.”
“No, but hardly the norm. My life is already getting so weird.” She rubbed her palms on her thighs, like they were sweaty. “While I was doing laundry in my new place yesterday, one of my neighbors was taking a load out of the washer and whispered to her husband, ‘That’s the girl who’s going to be on that show.’ ”
I downshifted, looking at her when I replied, “Everyone in your building had to sign a waiver.”
She tapped her phone a few times, and a quick glance told me she was loading Instagram. “And word is spreading because I’ve gone from twelve hundred followers to fourteen thousand.” I felt her eyes on me. “Can you believe that many people are interested in my boring life? Because I surely can’t.”
“Wait until they start promoting the show, dropping teasers from filming. That’s when things will really crank up.”
She shook her head. “I can’t even imagine what crazier will look like when this is already beyond nuts.” Her arms wrapped around her waist as her stomach let out a loud growl. “Sorry, it gets cranky when I don’t feed it.”
“You’re hungry?”
“My answer to that question is always yes.”
The app on her phone told me we were only a few minutes from her place. “I know you just moved in. Do you have food in your apartment?”
“I haven’t been grocery shopping yet.” She laughed. “But ask me if I have tequila and wine because, of course, I have plenty of both.”
“Priorities.”
She lifted her cup out of the holder. “And coffee-I couldn’t survive without it.”
“What are you craving?”
“Pancakes.” Her stomach made a noise again, and she patted it. “I stumbled upon this little restaurant the other day that’s about a block away. They have the world’s best pancakes.”
“Let’s go.”
“Now?”
I slowed as the light turned red. “Why not?”
“I suppose I could delay my unpacking for an hour or so.” She glanced down at her lap. “But I can’t go like this. I have to change; I look like a walk of shame.”
“We’ll fix that.” Her building came into view, and I pulled over, parking a few spots from the entrance. “Do you want to go up and change, and when you come back down, we can walk to the restaurant?”
A grin was spreading across her lips. “You know they’re not filming yet.” Her fingers trickled down my neck, slowly sliding across my chest. “Why don’t we go add to our hunger a bit and break in my bed?”
She knew I wouldn’t step foot in her place if the cameras were on. But given that they weren’t rolling for another week and she was asking me to fuck her …
“I can’t turn down that offer.”
“Didn’t think so.”
I followed her through the front door and into the elevator, watching her press the button for the top floor. Once the doors slid open, we went down a long hallway, and she unlocked the door at the end. I held it open for her as she stepped inside, flipping on the lights. The apartment was fully decorated. I was sure the studio’s interior designer had taken care of that prior to Kendall moving in, and I assumed the boxes all over the floor and the couch and the counters were the things she had brought.
“Give me just a second,” she said, hurrying into one of the rooms, closing the door behind her.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
I hadn’t even made it around to the chair, the only surface available to sit on, when the door opened again.
Kendall stood on the inside, her hands above her head, gripping the frame, wearing only a robe.
Nothing else.
No bra.
No panties.
Just nipples and that perfect fucking pussy and eyes that were so goddamn hungry.
My cock throbbed, getting harder by the second. “You’re more gorgeous every time I see you naked.”
A blush moved across her cheeks. “Dominick, you don’t have to just look at me.” Her fingers went to her tit, brushing over her nipple before slowly lowering to her pussy, where she began to rub her clit. “You can come touch me too.” Her exhale was more like a moan. “And you can feel how wet you make me.”
“Goddamn it.”
She took a step back and another, sitting at the end of her bed, where she lifted her feet to the edge of the mattress, ready and spread for me. “Come fuck me.”
FIFTEEN
KENDALL
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ominick and I were seated in a corner booth of the restaurant, separate from the other occupied tables, the space giving us some privacy. Tall glasses of orange juice were in front of us along with mugs filled to the brim with coffee.
I stared at the menu, groaning at what I was going to get, even though there was no question in my mind. I just wanted to draw out this meal for as long as I could.
It didn’t matter that I had a full day of unpacking ahead of me, that we’d just spent the last hour tumbling around in my bed. Time was something Dominick wouldn’t normally give me. Now that he was, I was soaking in every second.
I quickly scanned the pancake descriptions, deciding which one sounded the best, and I glanced up from my menu. “Tell me … why law?”
He looked up. “Where did that come from?”
I shrugged. “Just curious.”
He moved his menu aside and surrounded his juice with both hands. “My parents are lawyers, and it was embedded in our heads from the moment we first started talking. Ford, Jenner, and I have always been expected to take over the firm.”
“So, would you call it a passion or a requirement?”
The small laugh told me he liked the question.
“Both.” He glanced at the window beside us and back to me. “Law was the language I grew up speaking, and it’s all I knew. When you’re around something so much, it either becomes a significant part of you or you eventually despise it.”