Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [128]
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Frankie did a line or two with Gerald M. in the men’s room. They were bonding big time.
Frankie had no idea where Cookie was, but he figured she was off doing her thing somewhere, and that didn’t bother him because he’d already got what he’d wanted out of the relationship – a strong connection with her famous father. He liked Gerald M. The man was a star, and even better, he acted like one.
If Frankie had to make a choice, it would be Daddy every time – girls were crawling all over Gerald M. Pretty girls, sexy girls, girls willing to do anything to get close and personal.
Cookie was cute, but if he really thought about it, she was just a kid, and he was way out of her league.
He was Frankie Romano, after all. He had to reach higher.
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Jorge had almost finished his stories of woe – an impoverished childhood, a lack of any adult supervision, begging for food, robbing tourists, sleeping with tourists – and finally his arrival in America and his meeting with Venus.
‘She use me,’ he said vehemently, his handsome face darkening. ‘I know that.’
How about you’re using her too, Denver wanted to say. But she didn’t, because the more Jorge talked, the more upset he seemed to get.
‘Look,’ Jorge said, gesturing toward their table. ‘She ignore me. She treat me like ship.’
‘Shit,’ Denver murmured, correcting him while thinking that it was time to find Bobby and leave, as he’d promised they would as soon as he’d finished taking care of whatever it was he had to take care of.
Then she spotted him dancing with Gia, and she was rendered speechless.
First of all, Bobby was actually dancing! And not very well at that. Secondly, why was he on the dance floor with a girl whom he’d admitted was one of his exes?
This was unacceptable.
‘Excuse me,’ she said, hurriedly breaking away from Jorge. ‘There’s something I have to deal with.’
‘I come too?’ Jorge asked, a look of dependence in his puppy-dog eyes.
‘No,’ Denver said. ‘You go back to Venus. I’m sure she misses you.’
And she headed toward Bobby and Gia, a determined look on her face.
Chapter Forty-Nine
When Paige knocked at the door to her suite, Peggy couldn’t help feeling slightly anxious. Was Paige simply there to talk? Or were matters of sexual gratification on her mind?
Either way, Peggy had decided she would go with it. Why not? She was lonely, had not had sex since Sidney’s demise, and she was not getting any younger. She also had a son who obviously consorted with prostitutes, a lacklustre social life, and no male partners. Besides, she’d never forgotten the softness of the women’s lips when they’d exchanged kisses and more in the sanctuary of the King’s harem. It was a fond memory.
Although it was late, Paige had changed outfits, and instead of the pale-blue cocktail dress she’d worn earlier, she was clad in leather pants, a black turtleneck, and a brown leather jacket. With her lack of height, pocket Venus body and cropped copper hair, from a distance she could almost be mistaken for a male. It was obvious Paige was into this. Peggy felt like a novice, and yet at the same time extremely feminine.
She fixed Paige a drink, and they sat on the couch where Paige proceeded to tell her the story of the time Gino had walked in on her pleasuring his previous wife, Susan Martino. And how, after that, threesomes were quite the norm.
‘Gino used to be an amazing lover,’ Paige confided. Then she gave Peggy a penetrating look and added, ‘But you already know that, don’t you?’
Peggy felt a blush rise on her cheeks. So Gino had remembered. ‘I . . . I didn’t think he would recall that night so long ago,’ she said. ‘It was only one time, but yes, I have to admit – he was an amazing lover.’
‘Gino might be old, but he has a steel-trap memory,’ Paige said, toying with a gold bracelet. ‘As soon as he saw you, he knew.’
‘That wasn’t why I introduced myself to you,’ Peggy quickly explained. ‘It was pure coincidence that it turned out you were married to Gino.’
‘I’m sure,’ Paige replied.