Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [5]
Bobby began stroking her hair. Denver felt good about her hair; it was long and thick, chestnut brown with natural golden highlights. She knew that her hair was one of her best assets, along with her widely spaced hazel eyes and full lips. If she lived in any other big city she’d be considered a ten. In L.A. she felt she barely made it as a seven.
She was wrong.
Bobby’s hands moved down to her breasts, and with a quick move under her T-shirt he released her bra and began playing with her nipples. Oh yes, unusual for L.A., her breasts were actually real.
Sighing with anticipation, she leaned into him. It made no difference that they’d already made love in the morning. Desire was desire, and they were both in the mood.
Sometimes she couldn’t help wondering how long it would last. Her previous serious boyfriend, Josh, had been a pretty decent lover for the first six months of their three-year relationship, then after that it was a total slump.
‘What’re you thinking?’ Bobby whispered in her ear, giving her a little tongue action at the same time.
‘That’s such a girly question,’ she murmured, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans.
‘You calling me a girl?’ he asked, mock serious.
‘You do have some female tendencies,’ she teased.
‘Like what?’ he responded, challenging her to come up with something.
‘Oh,’ she said vaguely, dragging his jeans down, delighted to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. ‘You have soft lips . . .’
‘All the better to kiss you with . . .’ And with one swift movement he flipped her so she was trapped beneath him. ‘Soft lips and a hard cock,’ he joked. ‘How female is that?’
‘Bobby!’ she exclaimed.
Then the banter stopped and the passion began. He had a way of making love to her that forced her to lose every inhibition she’d ever possessed. One moment he was slowly caressing her, the next he was all hard driving action. The combination drove her nuts. She wanted more and more and more . . .
After it was over, they were spent, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleepy and content.
Denver often wished that those precious times would last for ever. Just the two of them. No outside world to interfere.
But the outside world was a big presence, and they both lived in it. Tomorrow Bobby was driving to Vegas before flying to New York for a few meetings. And she had her job as a Deputy D.A. to attend to, which right now was especially exciting and challenging since she was transferring to the Drug Unit. Once more they would be separated.
The good news was that she loved her job. It was extremely gruelling work, but the end results were incredibly rewarding. She was so glad she’d changed tracks. From working at a high-powered law firm as a defence attorney, she’d scored a job as a Deputy D.A. prosecuting people, and she was thrilled with the switch. One of her high-profile cases was a movie star who’d arranged his wife’s murder – then walked. He was the catalyst for her change of plan. Why defend the probably guilty when she could be doing meaningful work – such as putting the bad guys behind bars? How rewarding to go after the dregs who distributed drugs and got kids hooked at an early age. Talk about job satisfaction!
‘Hey,’ Bobby said, ‘wanna catch a movie and grab a pizza?’
Yes, that’s exactly what she wanted to do. Normal activities with her man.
If only things could stay that way.
Somehow she had a strong suspicion that this was not the case.
Chapter Two
Prince Armand Mohamed Jordan rarely used his full title, only when he visited the country of his birth, Akramshar – a small but lucrative Middle Eastern country located somewhere between Syria and Lebanon.
As a naturalized American, and a mega-successful businessman, he felt it more prudent to keep his title to himself, deciding it wasn’t business savvy to advertise his heritage.
Most of the people he dealt with knew him only as Armand Jordan, a sometimes ruthless and extremely powerful man who expected