Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [120]
Not my problem, Bobby thought. I need to get the hell out of here so that Denver and I can spend some special alone time together.
And just as he was thinking of exactly how he would take his girlfriend on a sweet ride to ecstasy, a hand clapped him on the shoulder and a familiar voice boomed – ‘Hey, guys, it’s me, Frankie. I’m back in town!’
Chapter Forty-Five
Drinks with Paige and Gino was not where Peggy wished to be. In full detective mode she was primed to seek action regarding her first DNA sample. Then it occurred to her that she needed something from Armand. He’d told her he was busy with important meetings, so if she could just get into his bedroom and take a few strands of hair from his hairbrush . . .
She already knew where the villas were located, and the sooner she got there, the better. But Gino, at his advanced age, did not seem to be slowing down at all. The man was a freak of nature. And was it her imagination or – as Paige imbibed her fourth glass of wine – was Gino’s wife becoming a little too friendly?
Peggy feigned a yawn and murmured, ‘You really must excuse me, but I’m still on New York time, and I’m afraid it’s catching up with me.’
‘We’re gonna let you go on one condition,’ Gino said gruffly, winking at her. ‘So listen up.’
‘And that would be?’ Peggy asked politely.
‘Dinner again tomorrow night.’
‘Gino,’ Paige said, reminding him. ‘Tomorrow night is Max’s party.’
‘So Peggy’ll come t’ the party,’ Gino said magnanimously, once again giving Peggy the wink.
Was it possible that he did remember their one night of lust? It was so long ago, and yet . . .
‘I think I’d enjoy that,’ Peggy replied, getting to her feet.
‘I’ll call you in the morning then,’ Paige said, and just like that – before Peggy could react, Paige kissed her full on the lips. After which, Peggy beat a hasty retreat.
* * *
Carlos the concierge was right about Luscious and Seducta. If it wasn’t nailed down they had an urge to collect.
Seducta carried an oversized fake leather purse she’d recently swiped from K-Mart. It was roomy enough to hold all her favourite things for a rip-roaring night of paid-for sex. Condoms, a double-headed black dildo, and enough lubricant to please an elephant. However, as she flitted around the villa, she still had room to throw in several bars of expensive hotel soap, a couple of crystal shot glasses from behind the bar, various snacks and several miniature bottles of booze from the mini-bar, plus two marble ashtrays and a couple of rolls of toilet paper. Every little bit helped. Besides, what was wrong with bringing home gifts for Mikey?
Luscious was more discerning. She raided the bedroom and rifled through Armand’s personal possessions, grabbing a silk tie still in its cellophane wrap, and two pairs of what looked like solid gold cufflinks. The dude would never notice, he had a shit-load of stuff. Too much.
Luscious wondered who he was. Obviously loaded. Probably wanted a show since he’d requested two girls.
Another night. Another pervert.
Luscious was up for it as long as Seducta knew how to behave. They’d never worked together in front of a john. There was a rhythm to making sure the client ended up with a satisfactory happy ending.
Luscious knew exactly how to do it. The question was – did Seducta?
* * *
When The Cavendish hotel was built, the team of architects had created a series of on-the-property luxury villas meant for high rollers only – private and discreet – a golf-cart ride away from the main hotel, or if the guests were so inclined, a walk along a series of leafy pathways.
Armand chose to walk, Annabelle by his side.
‘How far is it?’ she asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable tottering. ‘These Jimmy Choos are not made for walking.’
Armand ignored her; he