Once again, I shoved that thought far from my brain.
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied. “Your cheesiness is making me fucking queasy.”
He chuckled. “Any message you want me to relay to Kendall while I’m here?”
Merciless bastard.
“You need to get off my fucking tip. I’ll see you later,” I said and hung up.
Within minutes, my phone was ringing again, this time Ford’s name on the screen.
“Talk gently,” I said, holding it to my ear. “Everything hurts.”
“I’m not surprised. The three of you were fucking wrecked last night. Mom and Dad had Everly for a sleepover, so I swung by the club to have a drink with you guys. I’m shocked you even remember I was there.”
I held my forehead, the pressure helping with the ache. “I don’t. Brett told me you showed up. I just got off the phone with him.”
“Listen, I don’t have much time to talk. I’m in Malibu and about to run into a meeting, but I’m calling to see if you have plans on Saturday.”
Saturday, Saturday.
I could barely think straight, but nothing was coming to mind.
I pulled up my schedule to be sure. “I’m free. Why?”
“I have to fly to Vegas to meet a client, and my nanny is on vacation all week. You know I wouldn’t ask you to take Everly on a weekend unless I was in a real pinch.”
“It’s no problem. I’ll take her.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“You’re a lifesaver. Everly is going to be so happy when I tell her.”
My phone vibrated once more, and I looked at the screen. This time, the shot Brett sent was of Kendall in the pool. Her back was against the edge, holding what looked like a skinny margarita. The red suit showed her perky, hard nipples, those little peaks fucking taunting me.
I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and bite them.
Her profile was aimed toward the camera, a smile growing across her gorgeous face.
“I’ve got to run, Ford. Tell my favorite little girl that I’ll see her in a couple of days.”
I ended the call and held the coffee to my mouth, flipping through the last three pictures.
“Damn it,” I growled to myself, taking in her curves and the flatness of her navel, the way the bathing suit dipped over her cunt.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Kendall?”
Me: I got the contract you sent over for the endorsement deal on the sunglasses. Told you they’d start rolling in the second you started filming. Anyway, today got away from me, and I didn’t have a chance to look at it, but I will by Monday.
Kendall: Someone wants to hear the words … you’re right. ;) Take your time, especially if that means you’re going to negotiate the deal and get me more money.
Me: That goes without saying. Things going well with filming?
Kendall: Having a blast. I thought of you the other night while we were shooting at Nobu. I remember you saying at some point that it was your favorite restaurant.
Me: That’s the only reason you were thinking about me?
Kendall: Are you flirting with me, Mr. Dalton?
Me: Would you like me to?
Kendall: I’d like a lot of things …
Kendall: Have yourself a good evening. Try not to dream about me.