Double Lucky by Jackie Collins Read Free Book Online Page B

in her rundown truck with the broken taillight. She’d followed him willingly, and he’d given her exactly what she expected.
    Screwing her was a trip. Her lips, so soft and sweet, not to mention the sticky tightness between her legs.
    And yet … he couldn’t help feeling guilty.
    Sort of … because if he caught Venus screwing another man, he’d go ape shit. Venus was his girlfriend— his freakin’ girlfriend—and if she played around on him, it would mess with his head big-time.
    Not that he was possessive—at least he didn’t think he was. Venus was the possessive one. She could be bossy, a bit of a control freak, but she could also be supportive and loving, the way she was tonight. Although … from the look in her eyes, he knew she expected sex, and man, tonight was not the night. After Alex’s brutal workout his body was bruised, wrecked, and beaten.
    â€œCome to bed, baby,” she purred. “I’ll give you a back rub, you know how you like that.”
    Yeah, sex was definitely on her agenda, and what was he supposed to do about that?
    Nothing, because a sane man didn’t turn down a superstar, not if he wanted to continue being her boyfriend.
    â€œA back rub sounds kinda hot,” he mumbled.
    â€œOf course it does,” she murmured, husky-voiced and ready for action. “’Cause I’ll rub you, then you’ll rub me.…”
    â€œThat’s a plan,” he said, pulling off his T-shirt. “Only first I gotta shower.”
    â€œWhy?” she asked, reaching up and stroking the back of his neck. “Funky works for me.”
    â€œHow about skunky funky?” he said, extracting himself from her touch. “Look at me—I’m in sweat overdrive, babe, an’ I got a hunch you won’t go for that.”
    â€œOkay, take a shower,” she sighed. “But hurry up, you know how impatient I get.”
    She wasn’t kidding about that . Miss I want it now! Venus never let up when she had her mind set on something.
    â€œYou got it, ma’am,” he said, reverting to his former self, the dumb-ass kid who’d hit Hollywood eight years ago thinking all women deserved respect.
    How green was he?
    Green and fortunate, because after several months of bumming around trying to make something happen, working as a waiter and sleeping on a friend’s floor, he’d found himself an agent who’d sent him on an interview for an NBC sitcom. He’d scored the part, been in six on-air episodes, and just when he’d imagined himself as the second coming of Matthew Perry, the show was canceled and he was back where he’d started—waiting tables at the Cheesecake Factory in Brentwood.
    Two months later he got a call from his agent informing him that Alex Woods wanted to see him. Alex Woods—mega producer/director/writer supreme! Holy shit!
    The day of his interview with Alex was forever etched in his mind. He’d walked into an imposing office nervous as a virgin on a date with a porn star. And there she was, standing around as if she had nothing better to do. Venus. The freaking Venus. She of the platinum-blond hair, sexy stance, and out-of-this-world bod.
    â€œHi, Billy,” she’d said, as if she actually knew him. “Thanks for coming in today. I’m a big fan of your work.”
    Thanks for coming in! Big fan of his work! Was she freakin’ kidding! He would’ve done anything for a meeting with Venus—she was the jerk-off queen of all his fantasies.
    Alex Woods was slouched behind a large untidy desk, speaking on the phone. He’d glanced up and waved distractedly in Billy’s direction.
    â€œSit down, Billy,” Venus had said, indicating a sprawling couch.
    Billy sat. Venus sat.
    He’d thought he was freakin’ dreaming it was all so surreal.
    Later he’d read a scene with her in front of Alex and Lucky Santangelo, another