The Playboy cover model and reality star dishes about what really went on in the Playboy Mansion in her book, "Sliding Into Home." In this excerpt, she writes about her big break and how she caught Hugh Hefner’s eye.
Chapter one: A tale of two Kendras“So you’ll be naked?
He didn’t say anything, because truthfully that wasn’t the deal.
He wasn’t trying to offer me anything other than him (and maybe a pretty cool home).
Well, the photographer posted the photos, and that same day a guy named Mark called from and asked about me. After I filled him in, he was as shocked as I was, and clearly a little worried.
The truth is, I wasn’t exactly sure what the Playboy Mansion was — or who Hugh Hefner was, for that matter. “I want to drive you up there,” he said protectively. During the car ride Zack questioned me about how I was going to handle being invited to be Hef’s girlfriend, but I didn’t have an answer for him.
I couldn’t — mainly because Zack was sitting outside the Mansion in his car, but beyond that, I felt that being there that night was a job, and I wanted to keep it that way. It was weird but in my heart, I felt like he was someone I could possibly trust. ” There was only one thing I could say: “Um, okay.” That night my life changed.” “Well, I’ll be painted,” I corrected Zack, my live-in boyfriend. ” “I don’t know, but I’m sure it will be fine.” I wasn’t sure spending an evening as a painted girl at Hugh Hefner’s seventy-eighth birthday party would actually be fine, but I was hoping it would turn out to be. ” “This is Hugh Hefner.” “Yeah, right,” I said, thinking it was a prank call. “I look forward to seeing you at my birthday,” he said.At the very least, I would make a couple hundred dollars, meet some cool people, and get a chance to check out the Playboy Mansion. And besides, it was Zack who had initiated the whole thing. “Also, I’d like you to consider being my girlfriend.” Still dripping wet from the shower, I stood there in shock. After all, I had just told Hugh Hefner to shut the f--- up. I brushed off the girlfriend thing, since I had no idea what that even meant.He mentioned that he was looking for girls to work at Hef’s upcoming birthday party. Hefner saw a photo of you and wants to call you personally,” he told me. I got out of the car and was immediately escorted to the gym by security. Just as they were finishing making me a naked she-man, Hef — breaking his usual rule of staying out of the painted girls’ room — came inside. “I’ll see you upstairs,” he said with a smile before disappearing into the night. After all, the staff probably went through thousands of photos to find about ten painted girls, and out of those ten, Hef singled me out. As I inched my way toward the group, Hef and I locked eyes. He was with his girlfriends, including Holly and Bridget — who I didn’t know at the time — and a bunch of Barbie look-alikes, but he kept looking at me.I figured had a lot of models to choose from for the party, and it was a long shot. “I gave him your number, so expect a call.” I was stunned. I rushed by other girls and a handful of workers, and once inside the gym, Mark, who was the talent scout and body painter, told me to take off my clothes. For those few minutes with him I forgot that I looked like a clown. I offered them shots and hung around the table the rest of the night.