Free Hollywood Husbands by Jackie Collins Page B

returned from a trip. Fiona was depressed. Her favourite uncle had died, and she had been thrown from her horse on a hunting trip, which bruised her self-esteem more than anything else.’
    Watching him make up the story as he spoke was pure theatre. He was the best instant liar she had ever seen.
    ‘Yes?’ She wanted more.
    He tightened the towel around his waist. ‘It was her birthday. She drank too much champagne. When we went to bed that night she was crying, and came to me for comfort. I didn’t have the heart to reject her. It was only once in six years, and the result was Archibald.’
    ‘ Archibald !’
    ‘It was her uncle’s name,’ he said sheepishly. ‘She wanted to remember him.’
    Jade began to laugh uncontrollably.
    ‘I’m sorry, darling,’ he said, believing all was forgiven.
    She managed to control herself enough to say, ‘Take off the towel.’
    ‘What?’
    Touching her fingertips to his nipples, she brushed them lightly. ‘I said, take off the towel. Or do you want me to do it for you?’
    ‘Do it for me,’ he replied, feeling the swell of relief followed by a generous erection.
    She pulled the knot on the towel and it fell away from his body. ‘My, my,’ she said admiringly. ‘Look what you brought me back.’
    Relaxing, he leaned against the tiled sink.
    With practised moves she stroked his chest, then his belly, and as she reached lower she sank to her knees and teased his excitement with her tongue.
    He leaned back even farther and surrendered to the sensual caress of her luscious mouth, his enjoyment mounting as she increased her rhythm.
    Just as his pleasure was reaching lift-off, she bit down roughly with scissor-sharp teeth.
    He yelled in agony.
    Calmly she released him, and stood up. Catching him off balance and unprepared, she pushed him into the scalding water of the bathtub.
    ‘You bloody maniac!’ he screamed.
    ‘You goddamn liar!’ she replied. ‘Her birthday, indeed! That line is older than George Burns!’
    Marching to the bathroom door she turned for one final look. He was struggling from the burning tub like a hyper fish. With satisfaction she noticed the faint trace of teeth marks on his rapidly shrinking penis. ‘Goodbye, Mark,’ she said. ‘I’m going to dinner. When I come back I want you and all your worldly shit out of my life forever.’
    He was gone when she returned three hours later.
    Once she split from him she found out he had been cheating on her all over town. Why hadn’t anyone told her? The general excuse was that it didn’t seem proper while they were together.
    She felt duped. Getting out of town was the best tonic she could think of.
    * * *
    Sipping her wine, Jade went to the closet and chose a suitable outfit for the night’s activities.
    A party with Antonio. It might be fun, it might not.
    Whatever. It was better than sitting home.

Chapter Ten
    ‘Lighten up,’ Wes Money said. He was speaking to his landlady, Reba Winogratsky, who had arrived unexpectedly to collect two months’ overdue rent. ‘I’ll have it for you next month.’
    ‘Wesley, Wesley!’ she sighed despairingly. ‘One of these days I’m gonna have to throw you out.’
    With an appealing look he said, ‘You wouldn’t do that to me, Reba, would you?’
    She ran her tongue slowly across her top teeth. ‘I might.’
    He tried to ascertain whether she was in line for a screwing, decided that if she ever turned up alone she would be. Today she had what appeared to be her son with her – a fat boy of about ten with a sulky expression. They had arrived in a new Mercedes which she quickly explained belonged to a friend. He didn’t believe her. The car was hers and she didn’t want anyone to know lest they struggled even more about paying her exorbitant rent demands. She wore a tight halter top, shorts, and stiletto heels. Her legs were waxed and so was her moustache. She was no beauty. From her left shoulder hung a huge leather purse. She was obviously out on a