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only—although an occasional other girl introduced into the mix did not seem to bother him. Early on in their relationship he’d threatened to fucking kill her if she ever cheated on him. Those were his exact words, and she was almost convinced that he meant it. Almost, not quite, for Emmanuelle was young and got off on enjoying herself. After all, Anthony was not always around. Early on she’d discovered that he had a wife and another mistress in New York, so she’d decided that if he was getting it elsewhere, why shouldn’t she?
    So far she’d only cheated on him once with a fellow model. Nobody found out. They’d done it in a dressing room halfway through a photo session. Hot, fast sex standing up.
    Anthony never did it standing up. He wanted her flat on her back with her ankles around his neck while he pumped away like a machine. In, out. In, out. No technique whatsoever.
    She’d soon realized that her new boyfriend was not the greatest lover in the world—although he obviously thought he was. Most men did.
    Emmanuelle refused to disillusion him, for she’d met generous men before, but Anthony was in a class by himself and she was partial to luxury goods, especially when they came with a major price tag. This meant that although Anthony Bonar wasn’t her usual type, she played him all the way.
    In spite of the blond curls and fake tits, Emmanuelle had a head for business, and she knew she had Anthony hot enough to buy her almost anything she wanted. The downside was that he put nothing in her name—not the Mercedes, not the lease on the apartment he’d set her up in, not even thejewelry he’d gifted her with. If she ever left him, it all had to come back to him, he informed her. Or else.
    Anthony was big with threats. Emmanuelle didn’t like that, but even so she’d decided to stick it out for the time being until she could figure a way to persuade him to start putting things in her name. After all, if he broke up with her, it wasn’t fair that she would walk away with nothing. And since he was enjoying the many and varied pleasures of her fabulous body, not to mention her extraordinary oral expertise, he should pay, there was no doubt about it.
    Emmanuelle knew she was right.

Chapter 8
    “Baby!” Venus murmured, wrapping her well-toned arms around Billy Melina’s neck and kissing him on the lips. “I missed you so much. How’d it go today?”
    “Alex Woods is a workaholic freakin’ asshole,” Billy complained, shrugging off his Chrome Hearts leather jacket and flinging it on Venus’s oversized bed.
    “Everyone knows that,” she agreed, kneeling on top of the bed looking sexy in a barely-there black lace teddy. “However, at least he’s a talented asshole, which so many of them aren’t.”
    Billy was inclined to disagree. It was almost midnight and he was wiped out. He’d had a bitch of a day what with the sex session out by his pool with the girl from Tower Records, then working endless hours on the street faking tough-as-shit choreographed fight scenes. Alex Woods was king of the “Let’s go for another take” school of directors, and it drove Billy nuts. How many times was he supposed to get punched in the head and thrown over the hood of a car? Oh sure, he had a stand-in, but Alex insisted that he be front and center for most of the action, and when he objected— even a little bit—Alex berated him in front of the entire crew. “Our actor doesn’t want to get down ’n’ dirty,” Alex jeered. “Let’s get a chair for our fucking actor so he can put his fucking feet up. Wouldn’t want to overwork him.”
    At which point Billy had agreed to shoot the scene himself. No stand-in required.
    Man, he felt totally shattered. When they’d wrapped forthe night, all he’d really wanted to do was go home and soak in his hot tub. Instead he’d been obliged to rush over to Venus’s palatial mansion in Beverly Hills, because she’d called him on his cell four times insisting he come