Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [151]
‘Right now my favourite is sleep, plenty of it.’
‘Then we’re agreed?’ he said, spooning up against her. ‘I can buy us a house.’
‘I didn’t say—’
His hands slid under the oversized T-shirt she wore to bed and began caressing her breasts. ‘What didn’t you say?’
‘No sex. Sleep,’ she begged. ‘You’re turning into a horn dog.’
‘Only if we got a deal.’
‘Okay, okay, we got a deal,’ she agreed.
‘Is that a promise?’
‘Yes, it’s a promise.’
‘Are you a woman of your word?’
‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’
‘Okay then,’ he said, grinning. ‘You can go to sleep now.’
‘You’re sure?’
‘Well . . .’ he said, his hands on the move. ‘Maybe we should—’
‘Bobby!’
‘Hey – third time for luck.’
‘Oh my God! Has anyone ever told you you’re turning into a sex maniac?’
He grinned again. ‘Only you.’
* * *
‘Was I right or was I right?’ Luscious said, addressing Mikey, a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
Mikey, standing in front of Armand’s open suitcase filled with nothing but money, let out a long low whistle. ‘Yeah,’ he said at last. ‘You was right.’
Praise from the inscrutable Mikey was praise indeed. Luscious preened.
Mikey began tapping his right foot on the plush carpet, a sure sign that he was thinking. By his quick calculations there had to be at least three- or four-hundred-thousand in the suitcase. Maybe more. He’d never seen that much money in one place, and he’d been around drug dealers and criminals all his life. This was big time.
‘Who is this prick?’ he muttered.
‘Dunno,’ Luscious said, making a helpless gesture. ‘Just another john with a shitload of cash.’
Mikey knew he had to tread carefully as he considered their options. Was it drug money? He didn’t think so, for he was familiar with most of the players in town.
Gambling money? Most likely. The john was probably a rich degenerate gambler who came to Vegas for the gambling and the prostitutes.
Luscious was all hyped up and anxious for action. ‘We gonna take it or what?’ she asked, licking her lips in anticipation.
‘Yeah,’ Mikey said slowly. ‘We’re gonna take it. Leave it t’me to work out how.’
* * *
Lucky was not having second thoughts, not at all. It had been a while since she’d had to deal with a situation such as this, and it had her adrenalin pumping.
Mr Armand Jordan boasting to people that he was buying her hotel. The nerve of him was unbelievable! And she was about to set him straight in no uncertain fashion.
She hoped she would catch him asleep in bed so that she could scare the shit out of him. Yes. That would be fun.
She drove her car into the parking section reserved for the villa guests. It was late, no valet on duty, which was good for her, but not so good for The Cavendish. Lucky considered it lax security – she would never allow it to happen at her hotel. Security for the protection of hotel guests was always a priority.
Why are you doing this? she asked herself. Isn’t it beneath you? Calling out some jerk in the middle of the night.
No. It’s a kick. He’s a moron who hates women, and I’m about to show him who’s boss.
Actually, she was loving it. Kicking butt – her favourite thing to do.
* * *
‘Okay,’ Max sighed, extracting herself from Billy and his tempting lips. ‘This is it, I’ve really got to go.’
‘Really?’ he said, teasing her, grabbing her, kissing her.
‘Yes, really,’ she giggled, enjoying every minute. I love you, Billy Melina!
‘Okay then, go, leave me wanting more.’
‘I’ll call you when I get to my room.’
‘You’d better.’
‘Oh, I will,’ she said, finally pulling away.
Billy watched her leave, a smile on his lips. She made him feel as if he was back in high school. She washed away all the random girls who’d been giving him blow-jobs beside his pool. She obliterated the Venus years and all the crap that went along with being married to a world-class superstar. When he was with Max, he wasn’t movie star Billy Melina, he was just a guy having fun with his girl.
Suddenly, Max doubled back, rushed past him and darted into the villa. ‘Close the door,’ she gasped, a frantic expression on her face. ‘I think I just saw my mom!’
* * *
‘Here’s what we’re