Feelings of Fear by Graham Masterton Read Free Book Online

hasn’t.”
    â€œIn that case, how can you say you don’t know me? The Jack Amberson you’ve seen on the screen is the same man who’s standing here talking to you now.”
    â€œYou mean the way you act on the screen – that’s not really acting?”
    He shook his head. “That’s right. And I’m not acting now when I tell you that you’re the sweetest thing on two long legs that I’ve ever seen in my life.”
    The blonde couldn’t help smiling. Jack popped his fingers at the bartender and said, “Pour this lady’s drink away, will you, and bring a bottle of Dom Perignon over to my table. Only the best is good enough for you, my darling.”
    The bartender said, “That all right with you, lady?”
    Jack gave him a look that would have killed a Galapagos turtle at twenty paces. Then he offered his arm to the blonde on the barstool and led her across the restaurant. She was certainly tall – almost three inches taller than he was, and that gave him a shiver of sexual excitement. There was nothing he enjoyed more than having a tall, strong-looking woman kneeling in front of him and doing whatever he wanted.
    â€œSo, what’s your name?” he asked her, sitting close to her and immediately scooping his hand into the dish of Parmesan nibbles. “And what’s a betty like you doing all alone on a night like this?”
    â€œMy name’s Lolicia. I work for a little independent company called Reel Life Video. You know, ‘reel’ like in movie reel. I’m a personal assistant.”
    â€œOh yes?” he said, with his mouth full. “And whose person do you assist?”
    â€œNobody famous, I’m afraid.”
    â€œI could do with some assistance myself. How do you like boats?”
    â€œI don’t know. I don’t know anybody who has one.”
    â€œYou do now. I was planning on sailing to Baja this weekend. Little sunbathing. Little fishing. Little bit of this and a little bit of that.”
    â€œIt sounds wonderful.”
    â€œWell, it would be if you came along.”
    â€œYou really want me to? You don’t even know me.”
    He crammed more nibbles into his mouth and smacked the cheese off the palms of his hands. “Let me guess. You were brought up someplace small. Someplace in Iowa, judging by your accent. Cedar Rapids, maybe.”
    â€œMarshalltown, as a matter of fact.”
    â€œThere you are. That’s pretty close. You were always the prettiest girl in school. Cheerleader, prom queen, all that kind of stuff. At seventeen you were engaged to be married to your childhood sweetheart Chuck,”
    â€œWayne, actually,” Lolicia smiled at him.
    â€œAh, yes, Wayne. I should have guessed. Wayne had perfect teeth but Wayne had no brain. You wanted more. You wanted fame and acclaim. You wrote off to
Playboy
to be a centerfold but got turned down. So – still believing in your talent and your beauty – you packed your bags and came to LA looking for the big time.”
    â€œYou’re so
right,
” Lolicia told him. “Even down to the
Playboy
bit.”
    Jack looked down at her swelling breasts. “Their loss, in my opinion.”
    They finished the bottle of Dom Perignon between them and then Jack steered Lolicia out of the restaurant and into his new white Mercedes with the blacked-out windows.
    â€œBulletproof,” he said, tapping on the glass with his knuckles.
    â€œYes, I heard about that.” She was sitting very close to him and her dress was riding up very high.
    â€œDid they ever catch the guy that did it?”
    â€œThe LAPD couldn’t catch the clap.”
    Lolicia put her arm through his and pressed her breasts against him. She was wearing a very strong, musky perfume that made him feel distinctly aroused.
    â€œYou know something,” she said. “Your movies don’t do you justice. You’re so much more handsome