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“I don’t care if I drop an entire paycheck, I am getting myself a hot piece of bachelor biker tonight.”
Kendall smiled at the group of giggling women climbing the winding staircase up to the banquet room. The inky, San Diego night sky over the bay greeted her through floor-to-ceiling windows. She was mentally planning some shots with the twinkling skyline in the distance when her sister spotted her and gave a little wave. Kendall watched her ease her way through the throng of women with a practiced ease, schmoozing along the way.
Charlotte beamed at Kendall when she finally reached her, squeezing her arm. “Can you get over this turnout?”
Kendall laughed. “I’m surprised it took you this long to think of auctioning off men.”
Charlotte gave her a playful punch in the shoulder, making the side boob she was desperately trying to keep in place jostle for attention, then whistled and twirled her around for a full 360-degree view. “Girl! I knew you’d fill out that dress!”
Kendall smoothed the slip dress down over her hips, trying to make the slit not ride up so high on her leg, but that only reminded her that the low-cut back was already dangerously in photographer-crack territory. She dropped her hands. “Not exactly the right dress for making sure I get good shots.”
Charlotte waved her off with a well-manicured hand. “You always get good shots. You’re a natural.” Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, Charlotte waved a bidding number adorned with a charcoal print of a vintage Harley in front of her face, “But I also expect you to put your camera away at some point and bid on one of my ridiculously hot bikers.”
Kendall protested, laughing. “No way, Charlotte. I’m strictly press tonight.”
“Bullshit.” Charlotte poked her, pressing the number against Kendall’s chest. “You need to get out. Take it. No arguments.”