Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [92]
It seemed Armand Jordan only existed as the CEO of Jordan Developments along with several other subsidiary companies.
Because of his far-fetched threat about some kind of future battle, Lucky felt she should find out more about him.
Danny clicked onto various gossip sites and came up with a few photos of Armand at several New York social events – always with a different woman on his arm.
While Danny was doing that, Lucky went straight to the WireImage site on her Mac, typed in Armand Jordan, and up he popped – once again photographed with a series of attractive young women.
The man was a serial dater, although his dates were never named. Odd. A couple of B-list actresses appeared in photos, but they only accompanied him to one event each.
Studying the photos of the girls with no names, Lucky figured they had to be high-class call girls or professional escorts. She recognized the look – sleek, expensive and bland.
Sure enough, when Danny checked out one of the most exclusive and private escort sites – with a ten-thousand-dollar entry fee which Lucky agreed he could put on her credit card – they came across photos of several of the girls Armand had been seen with.
‘He’s a hooker hound!’ Danny exclaimed, deciding that this little investigation certainly made up for missing the board meeting. Danny was so into a bit of intrigue, it made his day.
‘He certainly is,’ Lucky agreed. ‘Obviously one of their best customers.’
‘Not a huge surprise,’ Danny sniffed. ‘After all, he ordered up girls here, so it’s his pattern.’
‘Do we know which madam he used?’ Lucky asked, her curiosity on full alert.
‘I’ll find out,’ Danny said, deciding not to mention that on his adventures on the Internet, he’d come across Lucky’s Ferrari being driven by Billy Melina. What was that about?
‘Do it,’ Lucky said briskly. ‘And get me in touch with the New York madam. I think I want to find out more about Mr Jordan.’
* * *
‘I gotta go see M.J. before dinner,’ Bobby said, when they finally arrived back at the hotel. ‘You okay for an hour?’
‘Bobby,’ Denver assured him, ‘you do not have to babysit me. I’m perfectly fine on my own. Actually it’ll give me some time to work on my laptop.’
‘Anybody ever told you you’re a workaholic?’
‘And you’re not?’ she responded lightly.
‘Touché,’ he said, grabbing his jacket. ‘I’ll see you later. Dinner. Just you and me. We’ll make it even more romantic than lunch.’
‘I thought we were getting together with your family?’
‘Not tonight, sweetheart, tonight is all ours.’
‘How come?’
‘’Cause I reserved tonight for us.’
‘I like it,’ she said, secretly delighted that she wouldn’t have to deal with the Santangelo/Golden clan until tomorrow.
‘So . . . Beautiful,’ he said, bending down to kiss her. ‘Wear something sexy.’
‘Only if you do the same,’ she teased, affectionately touching his cheek.
‘A black thong do it for you?’ he joked.
‘Get out of here,’ she said, the thought of Bobby in a black thong putting a smile on her face.
As soon as he was gone, she pulled out her BlackBerry and scrolled through her messages. Amongst them was a text from Sam. It was apparent that he now considered himself back in her life, he was not giving up easily.
Having a fine time on set being ignored by actors and director alike, except when they need an instant rewrite on a line, then I’m King of the Hill and they kiss my skinny ass. As an observer of the human race you would enjoy every second. How’s Vegas? Do u miss my eggs?
Denver grinned. The do u miss my eggs line was a reference to the delicious scrambled eggs he’d made her in New York the time she’d ended up spending the night in his apartment. It was his not-so-subtle way of reminding her that sometime in the past they had indeed shared a bed. And had sex.
She quickly texted him back.
Vegas fun. Given up scrambled, moved on to poached. Good luck with being ignored.
Then she clicked SEND before she changed her mind. They were friends, nothing more, and Bobby wouldn’t mind a touch of banter between