Drop Dead Beautiful (43 page)

“ ’Cause she’s a sweet kid,” Kev said, heading for the bar.

“Yeah, and she gives a sweet blow job, right?” Billy remarked, following him.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Kev said, requesting a beer. “
You
didn’t seem to object.”

“I don’t wanna see her around,” Billy lectured. “If Venus had come with me tonight, it would’ve been awkward.”

“Why?” Kev said, handing Billy a bottle of imported beer. “She’s not gonna run up to Venus and say, ‘Oh, I screwed your boyfriend,’ is she?”

“I don’t know,
you
tell me,” Billy said pointedly.

“Did you hear that Alex gave her a line?”

“How’d
that
happen?” Billy said, swigging beer.

“Guess Maggie worked her magic.”

“At least it gets her off my case,” Billy grumbled, still not happy.

“There’s somethin’ I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Kev began, looking embarrassed.

“What now?” Billy sighed.

“I’m kinda into her,” Kev admitted. “Like I’m thinking of taking her to the party in Vegas.”

“You fuckin’ nuts?” Billy said, frowning.

“No, I kinda
promised
I’d take her.”

“Jeez, Kev!”

“She lives in a rat hole in Hollywood with two gay guys and another girl. I feel sorry for her. I was over there the other night—the place is a pit.”

“What’s
that
got t’do with anything?”

“Have a little heart. She’s trying hard to make it, workin’ any job she can. It’s that same old story—she comes from a broken home, took the bus to L.A. to get away from her
stepdad, and ended up livin’ on the street until she hooked up with friends.”

“So now you’re the knight with a permanent hard-on who’s gonna save her. Right?”

“Maybe.”

“Of all the girls in L.A. you had to pick this one,” Billy said, shaking his head. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Anyway,” Kev said, “thought I should give you a heads-up.”

“That’s big of you, Kev.”

“Oh yeah, an’ I made her swear she’ll never mention anything to Venus about gettin’ it on with you.”

“She’d better not, ’cause if she does, your ass is freakin’ fired.”

“No worries,” Kev said confidently.

“I know I shouldn’t be the one saying this, but my hotel is
amazing
,” Lucky raved to Venus over the phone. “Totally amazing and perfect and great. Better than I could possibly have imagined. Gino will
love
it.”

“I’m happy for you,” Venus said. “Can’t wait to get there and check it out for myself.”

“We have a luxurious penthouse suite ready for you and Billy with its own pool and an incredible view of the Strip. Massage therapists are on alert, and anything else you want. Put in your requests now.”

“I’ll ask Billy. Maybe a pool table.”

“Already in your suite.”

“A Jacuzzi.”

“Both inside and out.”

“How about a stripper pole?”

“Done!”

“I’m joking.”

They both laughed.

“I’m so pleased you’re coming up the night before, so is Lennie,” Lucky said. “We’ll have a great dinner, just the four
of us. I’ve been testing all the restaurants. The food is sensational, world-class chefs everywhere I turn.”

“Billy and I are driving up, which means I’m not sure what time we’ll get there.”

“Driving, huh?”

“We’re using my tour bus—thought it might be fun.”

“Hmm … five or six hours on a bus. Doesn’t sound like fun to me. Are you sure I can’t send a plane for you?”

“No thanks. I can assure you—five or six hours on my bus with Billy is gonna
rock!
”

“Okay, so travel safely, I’ll be thinking of you.”

Lucky put down the phone and surveyed her kingdom from the window of her penthouse. It was true. Everything about the Keys was looking awesome and the hotel section was already running like a smoothly oiled machine. Her general manager was a real pro; so were the dozen or so undermanagers.

Since she’d planned and built two hotels before, she was well aware of what mistakes to avoid. Organization was the name of the game, especially for opening night, and especially with planeloads of celebrities flying in, and a ton of press waiting to cover the event.

It was going to be
the
most special and spectacular night Vegas had ever seen.

She couldn’t wait.

Chapter 68

During the car tide to Anthony’s office Irma’s mind was darting in many different directions. What did he want with her? Was it possible that he’d found out about Oliver?

One never knew with Anthony. He’d become so adept at completely ignoring her existence that being summoned to his office was quite alarming. When had Anthony ever been interested in her opinion of his business acquaintances?

He greeted her with an affectionate hug.

“Where are we going for lunch?” she asked. “And who is it that you want me to meet?”

“That was just my way of gettin’ you here,” he said. “Is it a crime to wanna have lunch with my wife for a change?”

“Of course not,” she stammered, completely thrown.

He took her to the most expensive restaurant in the city for lunch, and all through the meal he was overly attentive toward her.

Something was definitely going on. She felt uncomfortable and horribly guilty about her one night with Oliver Stanton.

“Is everything all right?” she asked when they were almost finished.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he countered, tapping his fingers on the table.

“I thought you were leaving for Las Vegas, and then you call me for lunch.”

“You had something else to do?” he questioned, staring her down.

“Not at all,” she answered, lowering her eyes.

“I’ve bin thinkin’ that I should spend more time with you.”

“Do you mean traveling?” she said hesitantly.

“Yeah, why not? We got the place in Miami, the apartment in New York—there’s no reason you can’t come with me sometimes.”

“I thought you wanted me to stay in the house here,” she said, picking at her dessert.

“It might not be such a bad idea for you to spend more time with the kids. Eduardo’s a surly little bastard, an’ Carolina’s growin’ up fast. Could be she needs a mother around.”

Was there a light at the end of the tunnel? Had she picked the wrong time to leave him? Could it be that Anthony was actually softening?

After they left the restaurant, he led her down the street to a jewelry store, greeted the owner, whom he knew, and instructed her to pick out a gift for herself. “Choose anythin’ you want,” he said, lighting up a cigar. “Anythin’ you think you deserve.”

“It’s not my birthday, Anthony,” she murmured.

“I know that, but I feel like bein’ generous. I can spoil my own wife, can’t I?”

Was he sick? Did he have a brain tumor?

She stood in front of trays of lavish jewelry, finally picking out a modest gold bracelet.

“Nah,” Anthony said, vigorously shaking his head. “You wanna get somethin’ with diamonds. You’re my wife—you gotta have the best.”

The jeweler produced another tray, this time filled with diamond jewelry.

“Did I mention I’m thinkin’ of taking you to Vegas?” Anthony said.

“You are?” she said, startled.

“Yeah, there’s a big hotel opening. You might get a kick outta bein’ there. It ain’t healthy you bein’ by yourself all the
time. Go ahead, choose somethin’ flashy, ’cause I wanna show you off.” He picked up a pair of flawless yellow diamond drop earrings. “How ’bout these?” he suggested.

“They’re
very
expensive,” she demurred.

“My wife deserves expensive,” he said expansively. “Try ’em on.”

She did so. They were quite incredible.

“You like ’em, they’re yours,” he said.

Anthony was like a changed man. Irma was perplexed, but at the same time secretly pleased because this was the man she’d always hoped he was. Attentive, generous, kind.

She settled on the earrings. The jeweler had them gift wrapped, then Anthony escorted her to the car and instructed the driver to take her home.

“I’m leavin’ for Vegas now,” he said. “If I think you’ll like it, I’ll send for you. Okay, sugar?”

Sugar?
He was calling her sugar? Wasn’t that a term of endearment strictly reserved for his mistresses? She was confused.

“Take good care of this little lady,” Anthony said, speaking to his driver. “She’s precious cargo. She’s my wife.”

Once he’d put Irma in the car, Anthony returned to his office. The Grill was waiting for him.

“You do it?” Anthony asked, his expression stony.

“All taken care of, boss.”

“Give it twenty-four hours, then get it outta there.”

“Yes, boss.”

Irma arrived back at the house clutching her gift-wrapped earrings, which she knew had cost over a hundred thousand dollars. She felt quite light-headed.

When they were first married, Anthony had bought her a few pieces of jewelry, but over the past several years he’d not given her so much as a birthday present. Was he trying to make up for it now?

She went up to her room, immediately heading over to the window to see what Luis was doing. He was present; the old gardener was not.

Maybe she should see him one more time. And after that she could be the faithful wife, because if Anthony was changing, she could do the same and allow him one more chance.

But still … Luis was a big temptation, and she didn’t like that he’d rejected her. She craved one more opportunity to be in his arms. Just one more time….

She hurried downstairs and out to the garden. “Luis,” she said, walking right up to him, “come with me.”

He shook his head, wary eyes darting this way and that.

“Now!” she said firmly. “I’m your boss, come with me.”

He didn’t understand her words, but he certainly understood her tone of voice. Putting down his rake, he followed her into the house and up the staircase to her bedroom.

She locked the door and turned to face him. “Luis,” she said, “what
is
going on with you?”

“‘Scuse,
señora
?” he muttered, wishing he was somewhere else.

“Do not call me
señora,”
she said sharply. “My name is Irma, you know that.”

“
Sí
… Irma.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were married and your wife is pregnant?”

He shrugged. He understood two words
—pregnant
and
wife
. The American woman knew, but still she’d invited him into her bedroom, so she must not care. The sex with her was so different from the sex with his wife, and Cesar had not mentioned a word lately, so perhaps it was safe to make love to her one last time. It was obviously what she wanted, and even though she was pretending to be angry, her eyes were filled with anticipation and her cheeks were flushed.

He could not resist. If they did it one more time, how would Cesar ever find out? Besides, Cesar was not on duty today, and the
señora
was looking extremely beautiful,
unlike his wife who was so big with child that she refused to allow him anywhere near her.

He reached forward and placed his hand on her breast. She did not object. Immediately he felt himself becoming hard.

Next he began undoing the buttons on her blouse, before unhooking the clip at the front of her bra, exposing her small but perfect breasts with the extended nipples.

“Oh, Luis,” she sighed, throwing her head back as his fingers lightly brushed the tips of her nipples, before bringing his lips down to slowly suck on them.

“Luis,” she sighed again.

Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed and proceeded to make tender love to her, promising himself that it would be the last time.

And while she lay back on the bed enjoying his steady kisses and soft caresses, Irma promised herself that this would be the very last time.

Chapter 69

“I have to make a trip, Mother,” Henry said to Penelope, not interested in explaining himself, but realizing that at the present time he had no choice. “I might be gone for quite some time, and I will be needing a substantial amount of money.”

“I gave you two hundred dollars last week,” Penelope said, arching an imperious eyebrow. “Why would you need more?”

“I know, Mother, but that is not enough.”

“Enough for what, Henry?” Penelope said, brushing an imaginary speck off her pristine linen skirt. “We are not a family who fritters money away.”

“One day I’ll inherit everything,” Henry pointed out. “Therefore I do not understand why I cannot have some of it now?”

“Because you are not a responsible person,” Penelope snapped. “No, you are not responsible at all.”

“Responsible for what, Mother?” he asked, controlling the rage he felt toward this woman who would not give him what was rightfully his—or at least it would be when she was dead.

Dead
. The word had a satisfying ring to it….

“You are not responsible for anything, Henry,” Penelope said, sniffing her disapproval. “Look at you—you’ve made nothing of yourself. You sit in your room in front of your computer all day long. It pains me that you have never shown any interest in joining your father’s business. We’re both on the board of directors and you’ve never so much as bothered to attend one meeting.”

“Father’s business doesn’t interest me,” he muttered.

“What
does
interest you, Henry? I would be intrigued to know.”

“Acting, Mother. I wanted to be an actor, but neither you nor Father encouraged me to follow my dream.”

“Your dream!” Penelope scoffed. “How ridiculous! Actors have to be handsome with a personality. Look in the mirror, Henry—with your face you had no chance of succeeding, none at all.
That’s
the reason we discouraged you.”

“I
am
talented, Mother,” he said, knowing full well it was impossible to convince her.

“At what, Henry? Sitting alone in your room? You’ve never brought a girl home, you are not involved in any social or charity activities.” She paused, giving him a penetrating stare. “Are you gay, Henry?”