Page 26 of Fight For Her
“Yeah, and Kendahl got a—“ She put a hand over my mouth and stood in front of me. I didn’t mind the view, but what the hell? Mia looked over at us with her brows raised.
“What he meant to say was I got new followers on my Instagram. Right, Coby?”
Her eyes pleaded into mine, so I bobbed my head up and down in agreement. She released her hand and wrenched her palms together.
“Okay…” Mia drawled. “Anyway, everyone’s at brunch. Obviously, the morning workout on the beach got canceled. You guys should get ready and meet us next door. And spa day is later. I cannot wait.”
“Sounds good. Coby was just leaving, weren’t you, Coby?” Kendahl walked over and started to open the door.
As I got up, Mia asked the question that was apparently on everyone’s mind. “So, before I go, inquiring minds want to know, are you guys back together?”
I kept my mouth shut, waiting literally on the edge of my seat for her to answer. She pursed her lips and pressed herself against the door. This had to be the worst hangover of her life.
“Yes, we’re back together. Right, Coby?”
Both women peered at me. Mia had a wide grin and bounced on the heels of her feet, and Kendahl forced a smile through gritted teeth.
“Right, babe. We worked everything out last night and this morning,” I answered.
Shit, that sounded sexual.
Kendahl cleared her throat and guided Mia out the door. “And now myboyfriendneeds to go get cleaned up. Come on, Coby.”
I wanted to talk more, but she was right. We both desperately needed to shower.
“Okay, okay.” Mia held her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll see you two lovebirds in a little while.”
After squeezing Kendahl, Mia stepped out and waited for me to join her. I didn’t know how to play this. Should I give Kendahl a goodbye kiss? A hug?
I kissed her on the cheek, but she spun at the last second, making me kiss the side of her scalp.Not that I don’t love her hair, I do, but getting a mouthful of it, still smelling like vomit wasn’t fun.
She was frazzled. I wanted to stay and calm her nerves. I’d never seen cool, calm, and collected Kendahl this spun out. Then again, we didn’t date for long.
“Okay, bye,” she said in a clipped tone.
Bam.
She pushed the door closed, very close to my face, not exactly the picture of a happy relationship, but I couldn’t blame her.
Mia turned to me and gave me a knowing look. “Looks like you have your work cut out for you. May I suggest a healthy dose of groveling?”
Chuckling and running a hand through my hair, I turned toward my room. “You know, you’re probably right. I fucked up badly. I know I need to make it up to her.”
“I hope you can. I want to see my best friend happy and herself again. See you in a bit,” Mia said before heading back downstairs.
As I reached my room, I thought about the insane situation we were in. Did Kendahl actually agree to date me, or was she blowing smoke up my ass?Only one way to find out. I’d have to have a conversation with her if, and when, we could get a moment to ourselves.
Chapter 12
Kendahl
Asthesteamingwaterpulsed over me, I let my mind whirl. How were the last twenty-four hours real life? Could I be living in some kind of twilight zone or was I actually still asleep? Coby’s hands on me had been very real,too real. I didn’t want to be thinking of the way he eye fucked me with his smoky eyes or the way my thighs clenched to feel some sort of relief.
Thank God Mia interrupted us when she did. It was already a complicated mess, and we didn’t need to add sex to the plate. I don’t know what he was thinking, but there was no way I was dating him. No freaking way. I had more self-respect than that even if my body thrummed every time he was near.
This would have to stay pretend. Maybe, and I meanmaybe, if he helped me tamp down this whole viral video thing long enough for me to get this job offer, then I’d consider forgiving him. But if we were going to do this charade, I had to set some ground rules and a time frame.
As soon as he had left my room and I could think straight, I reread the email from Victor Moss’s personal assistant spending way too much time formulating a response that didn’t sound too eager but also conveyed how interested I was in meeting with them. Victor’s assistant would interview me on Zoom in a few days, and if that went well, they’d fly me out to LA for an in-person interview with Victor Moss himself, and lastly, a trial period. I had to keep my embarrassing video out of the picture.
