Free Confessions of a Wild Child by Jackie Collins Page B

in the world.
    ‘Let’s go,’ Warris says. ‘I’ll grab us a cab.’
    ‘No need,’ Olympia boasts. ‘I have a car.’
    ‘Yeah?’ Warris says, duly impressed. Even more so when he gets sight of the white Mercedes parked on the street.
    Olympia flicks him the keys. ‘You drive,’ she says, as if they’re an old married couple.
    And off we go.

Chapter Seventeen
     
    S o here we are at the villa with Olympia’s soon-to-be new best friend, Warris Charters, a man I don’t trust at all – he of the shifty pale blue eyes and shallow expression. Warris is in possession of primo grass. Olympia is thrilled, especially when he starts paying her a ton of attention, which is exactly what she craves. Once again I am more or less ignored, because when it comes to me or a potential conquest, Olympia is all about the latest male presence. I’m beginning to realize loyalty is not her strong suit.
    Warris is wandering from room to room, taking it all in. ‘Is this place yours?’ he asks Olympia.
    I can see dollar signs flicking in his beady eyes.
    ‘It belongs to my family,’ she replies airily, before leading him out to the pool.
    I trail behind them, determined not to be left out. Why, I don’t know – it’s not as if I’m even remotely interested in this Warris Charters person. Maybe it’s ’cause I don’t trust him, therefore I don’t think I should leave Olympia alone with him. When it comes to men it’s obvious that Olympia is totally gullible.
    The outside pool lights don’t work, so Olympia runs back inside and returns with candles and a bottle of wine.
    Warris fires up a joint, and after taking a long drag hands it on to Olympia who then passes it to me.
    Like I said, I’ve tried pot twice before, both times with Olympia. Now what the hell – here I go again . . .
    After what seems like hours or possibly only a few minutes, Olympia jumps up from her sunbed, strips off all her clothes, flashes her boobs at Warris and leaps into the pool stark naked. Talk about not waiting around for the getting-to-know-you period!
    A delighted Warris is not slow to follow. Off come his pants and shirt and he immediately dives in after her.
    By this time I am totally stoned, which is why I feel relaxed enough to whip off my jeans and top. Then I realize there is no point, because Olympia and Warris are already at it in the pool, and not wishing to be a third wheel I wander back into the house and begin searching for something to eat.
    Tuna, anyone?
    I devour an entire can of the oily fish, then stagger off to bed. Apparently nobody is about to miss me.
    Maybe life on the run is not all it’s cracked up to be.
    *  *  *
     
    In the morning Olympia is once again on the missing list. She is not in the bedroom we decided to share. I suspect she is somewhere with Warris.
    My stomach drops. Is this to be a repeat of our motel stop? Is Warris next in line after French Pierre?
    I am verging on furious, because this is supposed to be me and her against the world, and I have a sinking feeling that Warris is a relentless hanger-on. He will not be as easy to get rid of as French Pierre.
    I set off to find them, and there they are in the master bedroom sprawled nude and fast asleep on the big bed.
    So much for fun times in the sun, just me and Olympia, two best friends enjoying a big adventure. I don’t think so. I have a nasty hunch that Warris is here to stay.
    I make it to the kitchen where I locate coffee and a percolator. No food. Gotta hit a market today before I starve to death.
    The two of them do not emerge until noon. Is this a pattern? Olympia, bleary-eyed with a stupid smile on her face. Warris, looking mighty pleased with himself, his yellow hair flopping on his forehead, baggy shorts covering something large that I do not wish to see. Ugh! Gross! He has skinny white legs with flabby calf muscles. Double gross!
    At least the boys I’ve chosen to have fun with have been major hot.
    For a moment I reflect on my