Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [41]
What was she supposed to do to stop the invasion?
Lucky would go totally apeshit if she ever found out what was going on. Max knew she’d be grounded for weeks, maybe even months. Life as she knew it would be over.
Although wait a minute, she thought. I’m about to turn eighteen, they can’t ground me.
Or can they?
What they could do is cut off her allowance and not pay for her ticket to New York and the six months’ rent on an apartment Lucky had promised her as a birthday present.
Pulling herself together she confronted the girls trying to force their way into Lucky’s bedroom.
They told her to screw off.
She yelled back at them that it was her house and they could screw off or she’d call the cops and accuse them of trespassing.
They retaliated with a few obscene gestures and insults, then staggered off.
Max wished that she had invited Ace – he’d know what to do. She didn’t. As far as she was concerned, her party had turned into an uncontrollable nightmare, and she was totally helpless to do anything about it.
Lucky would know how to handle it. Lucky knew how to handle anything.
Damnit. Why couldn’t she be more like her mom in situations such as this?
* * *
The insistent buzz of his doorbell awoke Bobby with a sudden start. Groping for his watch, he noted it was 4 a.m.
Goddamnit! Who was outside his apartment at four in the morning? And what the fuck was his doorman doing that he allowed someone to come up unannounced?
Muttering to himself, he rolled out of bed and headed for the door in nothing but his Calvins.
Then he stopped. Dead still. There was only one person who would have the balls to come calling at this time. Zeena.
Of course!
The doorbell continued to ring, and he stood silently in his hallway trying to figure out his next move.
Then it occurred to him that there was only one answer, and that was to do absolutely nothing and hope the predatory superstar would slink away into the night. It wasn’t the first time she’d turned up at his apartment at some unearthly hour. She was one hell of a persistent woman who, when she wanted something, expected to get it. And tonight she obviously wanted him.
They had a history. Once upon a time he’d harboured a slight crush. She’d turned up at his New York apartment and they’d gone at it like a couple of wild things. One time was enough. Crush over. But the unfortunate thing was that she’d continued to pursue him, culminating in the embarrassing shower scene on the night of his first date with Denver. That was some memory. She’d broken into his Vegas hotel room, stripped off and entered into his shower uninvited.
He’d had no contact with her since, and tonight he’d been pleased to note she was with her latest conquest.
Apparently her latest conquest wasn’t enough to satisfy Zeena, for now she was on his doorstep.
And what was he supposed to do about that?
Exactly nothing.
* * *
‘Who wants to come to a party in Malibu?’ Frankie asked Billy, Willow and their assorted hangers-on.
‘Whose party?’ Billy wanted to know.
‘Does anyone care?’ Willow retorted, always up for a fun time. ‘It’ll be our party when we get there, no doubt about that.’
They’d all been hanging out in the club for a while, during which time Frankie had presented them with primo weed and made sure all their drinks were comp’d. Willow’s scatty girlfriends were dancing on the tables to Katy Perry, while Willow watched them cavorting, a secret smile playing around her glossy lips as she anticipated the scene that would take place later.
Billy sat back, downing a vodka or two. He looked bored. He was bored. The session with the girl he’d picked up on Melrose had not satisfied him. Momentarily – yes. But somehow he craved more than a fast blow-job beside his pool. Lately he’d been thinking that it might be refreshing to find someone he could conduct an actual conversation with.
Willow was certainly not that person, nor were her band of nubile groupies. But that’s what he seemed to be stuck