Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [76]
The moment he sauntered into her apartment, macho strut going full force, smoky eyes sending out major sex signals, she was ready for action. Venus had never been slow about coming forward.
Jorge wasn’t quite sure what had hit him. One moment he was a penniless wanna-be model working as a busboy at Cecconi’s who’d been in L.A. less than a month, and the next he was plucked from obscurity by a randy old agent who’d gotten him the gig on the Venus photo shoot. And before he knew it, Venus had invited him to Vegas for the weekend, and now here he was.
Venus greeted him with kisses on each cheek as she led him into her sumptuous apartment at The Keys. It was quite a place – all white leather furniture and luxurious throws. A giant Buddha sitting in the hallway welcomed guests. Low lighting cast a magical glow, for Venus had all the shades drawn shut. Incense-infused candles wafted into the atmosphere.
They hadn’t made love yet, but they both knew it was inevitable.
Venus did not believe in wasting time. After Jorge was in her apartment for a few minutes she said, ‘Come with me, I’ll show you the bedroom.’ Taking his hand, she led him to her bed, and without words they both began stripping off their clothes. Jorge took a moment to catch his breath when he saw Venus naked. She was magnificent.
‘Do something!’ she commanded.
Jorge jumped to attention, manhandling her breasts before pushing her onto the bed in a take-charge kind of way, a move she was definitely into. His nude body hovered over her like a falcon trapping its prey, before plunging into her, keeping up a mind-blowing series of thrusts for a full twenty minutes.
Their sexual encounter was a marathon of tongues and wetness and acrobatic positions. It was all that she’d hoped for and more, for what Jorge lacked in technique, he made up for with pure brute strength, and a staggeringly beautiful uncircumcised cock. Jorge was a stud and then some, plus his lack of English only heightened the excitement she experienced.
When they were finally done, Venus decided she couldn’t be more delighted with her new plaything. He far surpassed her two previous conquests. She couldn’t wait to put him on parade.
Screw you, Billy Melina. I have officially moved on.
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The landing in Vegas was extremely bumpy. Tightly strapped into her seat, Max seriously considered the possibility of the plane crashing and them all facing a fiery death. Or maybe only Denver would suffer a fiery death, and she and Bobby would be miraculously saved.
Yes, that was a way cool scenario. Billy would hear about the crash and rush to her side, full of apologies for the shitty way he’d treated her. Then they’d immediately run off and get married at one of those crazy wedding chapels with an Elvis Presley lookalike officiating.
Cool. Bobby would be their best man. And Harry’s deejay friend would come up with a major badass soundtrack for the occasion.
She giggled at the thought.
The plane touched down, skidded along the runway, and finally shuddered to a stop. No fiery death for anyone today.
Bobby unclicked his seatbelt and came over to her. ‘Glad to see you’re smiling,’ he said, bending over her seat. ‘It’s going to be a great weekend. No fighting – right, sis?’
Little did he know the reason she was smiling. Denver was dead. Billy was back on the scene. And all was well in the world.
‘Sorry, Bobby,’ she said meekly. ‘You’re right, it’s gonna be a way cool weekend. And I promise I’ll behave.’ Her smile widened. Not!!
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lucky took the power position behind her desk, with Danny somewhere behind her getting ready to take notes on his computer. Jeffrey was seated across from her.
She gave Armand a long cool stare as he entered her office. What she saw was an arrogant man, impeccably dressed, not bad-looking, with a small neat moustache and cold hard eyes. The man accompanying him was much lower key, and seemed slightly uncomfortable. Lucky considered herself an expert at reading body language, and she immediately got it – Armand Jordan was the boss, and