Jonathan cut her off. “We got it, hon. No worries.”
A man with aggressively spiked hair and a lip ring stepped up and frowned at Kendall. “Oh, Lord. Okay, no problem, I can do this.”
That was reassuring. Even a trained makeup artist was doubting he could make her look anything less than grotesque.
“Remember the look I want.”
“Got it, got it. Kendall, right this way, please. I’m Trevor and I’m going to make you gorgeous.”
“Good luck,” Frankie said.
Kendall glared at her, but Frankie was playing on her phone and didn’t notice.
Trevor plopped her down on a chair, ripped her purse out of her hand, and tossed it onto the counter. Hunching down, he scrutinized her for so long Kendall squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
Clutching her Red Bull, she took another giant swallow, then said, “What? Is there a problem, Trevor?” Damned if she’d flown all night to have some hair-gelled twenty-two-year-old staring at her like she was gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“No, no. You’re actually quite beautiful. Lovely cheekbones. Exotic eyes.”
No one had ever called her eyes exotic before. “Trevor, you’re my new best friend.”
“And damn, what a rack.” He eyed her chest. “How much did those run you?”
Or not her best friend. “They’re natural!”
“I can back her up on that one,” Evan said, strolling in looking well rested and generally pleased with the world. How he did that was beyond her. He’d had a lousy finish the day before, engaged in a public pissing match with his brother, then a private fistfight with Elec, and had probably gotten the same amount of sleep she had. Yet here he was, looking sexy and adorable and talking about her br**sts with a roomful of hair and makeup professionals.
“Really?” Trevor asked Evan. “They totally have a roundness that you just don’t see in nature.”
“Trust me. They’ve been like that since before her eighteenth birthday. Totally hers.”
“Do you mind not talking about my br**sts?” Kendall went to take another sip of her Red Bull and hit her tooth with the rim. “Oww.”
Evan leaned against the counter and studied her. “How many of those have you had, babe? You look a little jittery.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re talking about my br**sts like they’re the weather forecast. And aside from being totally offensive, you’re giving the impression we’re in a relationship.”
“I was just trying to prevent an implant rumor starting up, but alright, I apologize.” Evan leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, his fingers lightly brushing her hair off her cheeks. “I wish you had stayed with me last night.”
It must have been the lack of sleep, but Kendall thought he looked amazingly hot leaning over her in a T-shirt, a ball cap on his head, his breath smelling like coffee and cinnamon. The way he looked at her, like he wanted to just lick her from head to toe, made her heart race even faster than it did on Red Bull, and her insides went warm and squishy. “I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep if I had stayed with you.”
He grinned, a slow, lazy, arrogant smile that had her ni**les hardening and her fingers twitching to touch him. His crotch was only inches from her hand and she desperately wanted to reach out and stroke the front of his jeans.
“But you would have had more fun if you’d stayed with me.”
There was no doubt about that. She’d have been having an orgasm instead of listening to one.
But no need to swell his head. “Maybe.”
Evan laughed. “I can prove it.”
The loud clapping of hands startled Kendall.
“I hate to break up your early morning flirt, but I need to get to work here,” Trevor said. “If you want to talk dirty to each other, send a text. You can sext and have your hair done at the same time.”
Embarrassed, Kendall put her hand on Evan’s chest and pushed him backwards. “No sexting, Monroe. We’re doing this commercial and then I’m going to bed. In and out, we’re done.”
Evan laughed. Trevor’s eyebrows shot up.
Her cheeks flushed. “I mean, the commercial! In and out, quickly, we’ll be done. Then I’m going to the hotel and sleeping for eight hours before flying home. That’s what I meant.”
“Whatever, doll baby,” Trevor said. “Doesn’t matter to me as long as you let me at those eyebrows.”
“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?” Kendall had a very real fear of waxing. Ripping hair out of skin just seemed abusive. Self-mutilation. Unnecessary. And mostly, she imagined it just hurt a lot.
“Just a little trimming and shaping. Nothing major.” Trevor shoved a fashion magazine in her hands. “Here, read this. Relax. And for the love of God, stop bouncing your leg up and down like that. Your whole body is vibrating.”
Was she bouncing her leg? Kendall looked down. She was. She made it stop. But then she started tapping the arm of the chair with her fingers. And biting her lip. While turning her foot in circles. She ignored the magazine in her hands.
“I don’t think Kendall knows how to relax,” Evan told Trevor. “I would just slap some makeup on as fast as you can.”
Kendall was about to open her mouth and deliver a scathing response when he added, “Besides, she doesn’t need any makeup. She’s gorgeous the way she is.”
Well, that was sweet. Kendall stopped twitching her fingers quite so violently as she contemplated Evan’s many good qualities. He was thoughtful and funny and loyal and so very, very sexy . . .
Trevor rolled his eyes. “Says the man who is playing hide the salami with her.”
Trevor most definitely was not her best friend. In fact, she kind of didn’t like him.
She was bordering on hating him twenty minutes later when she looked in the mirror and saw that somehow she’d entered into the Valley of the Dolls.
“Oh, my God.”
“It’s fab, isn’t it?” Trevor asked, beaming behind her, hands still playing with her hair.
Her giant hair.
Her enormous, teased, massive, seven-foot-wing-span hair.
“I look like I fell into a seventies p**n o!” Kendall turned her head sideways, hoping that would help. It didn’t. The bizarre thing was Trevor hadn’t used a lot of hair spray, so it looked fairly natural. Just gigantic. “What am I supposed to be wearing?”
“Denim shorts, a tube top, and stilettos.”