The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

Kendall

Coincidences.

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, to get my thoughts straight.

When I finally glanced up again, the confidence in Dominick’s eyes hadn’t wavered one bit.

“Yes.”

My sister gasped, her hand flying across the open space between us to grab my arm, but it didn’t pull my focus away from Dominick, and I watched him stand from his chair and make his way over.

He gripped the top of my seat, sliding it away from the table. “Come with me.”

My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure he could hear it. “Now?”

“Yes, Kendall. Now.”

I didn’t feel my feet as he led me out of the conference room, each step happening without my control, bringing me deeper into this crazy dream.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered, the door to each office whizzing past me as I fought to keep up with his long strides.

“Believe it.”

The scruff on his cheeks early this morning had been shaved off. The fingers that had been inside of me last night were now on my lower back. The tingles he had filled me with had returned, this time in my chest.

“Why are you doing this? I mean, helping me get this job?”

His smile made me want to melt into the carpet.

“I know a star when I see one, Kendall.”

I was positive I’d stopped breathing, the air getting especially hot as we began to slow, the last door at the end of the hallway our obvious destination.

When we stopped in front of it, Dominick knocked.

“Come in,” was spoken from the other side.

Dominick’s hand left me as he said, “Give me two minutes. I need to speak to Brett, and then I’ll come back out and get you.”

I nodded, words so far from my brain that I couldn’t form any if I tried.

He disappeared inside the office, closing the door behind him, and I leaned against the wall beside me, needing its stability to take some of my weight.

What the hell am I doing?

I knew nothing about acting or television, aside from what I’d learned in the six weeks I’d been working for Daisy. And my sister, who considered every girl in the world as her competition, was going to kill me for leaving her meeting and agreeing to Dominick’s offer.

I was positive the death threats were already coming through my phone, as it had been vibrating from my clutch since the moment we’d walked out of the conference room.

I unzipped the small bag to look.

Daisy: We need to talk.

Daisy: RIGHT NOW.

Daisy: You’re my assistant, not a TV star.

Daisy: I can’t believe you’re even considering this.

Daisy: Get back in here.

Daisy: KENDALL, what the FUCK?!

The bubbles underneath her last message told me she wasn’t done screaming, that there were more texts on the way.

I couldn’t read another one.

I zipped up my purse and thanked the clouds above that I had my own apartment and I wasn’t crashing at her place. After everything that had happened today, she wasn’t going to make things pretty for me.

Is this worth it?

Am I nuts to even entertain this idea?

No one could assist Daisy like me. She needed my help, and I didn’t know how this opportunity would affect that. I wouldn’t be in LA if it wasn’t for her, and now, less than two months later, I was already debating on taking a different job.

What am I getting myself into?

“Are you ready?” Dominick said once he opened the door, startling me. I slipped inside the small crack as he continued, “Kendall, I want you to meet Brett Young.”

I didn’t need the introduction. His fiancée was one of the most famous actresses in Hollywood, making Brett Young a household name. Pictures of them were on the pages of every magazine and online article. There were Instagram fan pages dedicated just to them.

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?