Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [65]
Fully sated from the two skanks he’d entertained earlier, he mainly watched, snorted a mountain of coke and issued instructions.
When he was finally ready, he had all three of them take turns going down on him. Then he dismissed them, sending them on their way, never realizing that one of them was a transsexual. If he’d known that, it would have sent him into a royal fury.
After the women were gone, he slept the night through, once again content with the knowledge that tomorrow The Keys would be all his.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Friday morning Denver awoke early. She turned her head and there was Bobby sprawled out next to her, lying on his stomach, his lean back exposed. She ran her fingers lightly down his spine, but he didn’t stir. For a few seconds she reverted to her teenage years, remembering how she’d crushed on Bobby from afar. Now he was in her apartment, in her bed, and he was all hers.
Their late-night sex session had been something else. So passionate and emotional in its intensity. The connection they had was unbelievably strong, and it wasn’t just the sex, it was more than that. It was love and like, with a healthy dose of respect. She only hoped he felt the same way about her.
She jumped out of bed, grabbed a loose T-shirt, went into the kitchen and put on the coffee. Personally she preferred green tea, but Bobby was a coffee freak – he had to have it strong and black before he was ready to face the day.
Today they were flying to Vegas, apparently on the Stanislopoulos plane.
Denver sighed as she filled the coffee pot. Sometimes she found it odd that Bobby never spoke of his deceased father, nor of the huge fortune he’d inherited. She knew he didn’t want to touch the money, that it was important for him to make it on his own. She also knew he’d set certain goals for himself, and that he was intent on achieving them.
So why use the plane? It didn’t seem to fit into his overall plan.
One day she’d ask him, but not today.
A few moments later Bobby strolled into the kitchen wearing the white terry-cloth robe she’d bought him when he’d first started staying over. He looked so sexy and macho in it with his black curly hair and deep olive skin. Man, he was so damn handsome, he gave her goose bumps.
‘Morning, beautiful,’ he said, grabbing her around the waist.
‘Morning, handsome,’ she responded. ‘I was just about to bring you coffee in bed.’
‘Forget about the coffee, how about bringing me you in bed,’ he said, taking her hand and pulling her back toward the bedroom.
‘You’re insatiable,’ she said with a dreamy smile, allowing herself to go with him.
‘And you’re irresistible,’ he replied, tumbling her onto the bed and starting to make love to her again.
His touch was too good to resist. Firm yet gentle. Warm and encompassing. Hard and this time – fast.
Fact of life. She couldn’t get enough of him.
After making out they headed for the shower together, which led to even more making out, while Amy Winehouse stood by the glass door attempting to force her way into the shower and under the streaming water. Eventually she was successful.
Giggling, they finally emerged, along with a soaking wet Amy, who, after shaking her fur all over both of them, proceeded to race around the room like a dog possessed.
‘Time to get dressed ’cause it’s wheels up at noon,’ Bobby said, reaching for his pants. ‘Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you – little sis is comin’ on the plane.’
‘She is?’ Denver questioned, not thrilled at the prospect as she quickly dressed.
‘No avoiding it,’ Bobby said, buttoning up his shirt. ‘Besides, you like Max, don’t you?’
‘Actually I hardly know her,’ Denver said, opening up her closet and throwing some things into an overnight bag.
‘Well, to know Max is to love her,’ Bobby said. ‘She’s a wild one.’
‘Hmm,’ Denver said, wondering if the party would be dressy, and should she take her one and only Diane von Furstenberg cocktail dress. What was she thinking, of course she should.