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“Nothing,” Kendra said. “I did as I was ordered. Diadora insisted we go on another date and it be filmed, so that’s what happened.”
“And you’re happy with that?”
“I’m not unhappy.”
“You don’t want to see Faron again?”
“He’s only after one thing. Just like any other guy, he’s not interested in a relationship.”
“Would you be interested if he was?”
“I’m not looking for anyone.”
Sinead grinned. “That’s not an answer.”
Kendra glared at her, not appreciating this cross-examination. “Haven’t you got work to do?”
“We all have plenty of work to do.” Sinead’s grin only widened. “You don’t even like him a little?”
Kendra sighed. It was too complicated with Faron. She knew what guys were like, and he was no different. When she was younger, she’d met so many guys who always tried to bargain with her. If only she’d open her legs and let them have what they wanted or get down on her knees and give them pleasure, she’d get something in return. She’d always refused, but she’d known plenty of other kids in the foster system who’d gotten caught in that cycle and considered it normal. There was always a trade-off in relationships.
“You should give it a go,” Sinead said. “Faron needs a good woman to soften those rough edges.”
Anger surged through Kendra. It irritated her the way Sinead was always so bubbly and optimistic. “What do you know about it?”
Sinead’s eyes widened. “I do work for a dating agency. I know a little about what makes a happy couple tick.”
“Yes, but you’re single. You’re giving out how-to advice when you don’t know how to do it yourself. You’ve never bagged yourself a guy.”
Sinead’s smile faded, and she stood from her seat. “I guess you’re right. Excuse me. I have to go check on a client.”
Kendra resisted the urge to call Sinead back and apologize. She felt like a bitch. But Kendra knew she was right about this. Getting involved with Faron was too risky. She needed to shut this down before it went too far. She’d done what she’d been told to do, and that had to be an end to this. Ivy had her publicity material. She could promote the hell out of the date for all Kendra cared.
Diadora walked into the room. She nodded at the group, and her gaze settled on Kendra. “Let’s talk in my office.”
Kendra’s gut churned as she followed Diadora, feeling like she was going on her last walk of freedom. The last time she’d been here, she’d gotten herself deeper into this mess with Faron.
Diadora settled in her seat. “I’m sure you’ll agree the promotional materials look effective.”
Kendra bit the inside of her cheek. “I do.”
“It’s important to remain professional. Think of what you’re doing as a publicity stunt.”
“I have no problem with that.”
“You must keep focused and clear headed.”
Kendra swallowed her anxiety. “Of course.”
“And keep your legs closed.”
“My legs definitely didn’t open on that date. You’d have filmed it if they had.”
Diadora’s eyes narrowed. “Unlike everybody else at My Single Alien. This is nothing more than a business deal.”
Kendra nodded. “Does Faron know that?”
“Technically, he’s not a client, so I don’t need to inform him of anything we’re doing.”
