Hollywood Divorces / Hollywood Wives: The New Generation by Jackie Collins Read Free Book Online

‘Queen of the Wankers,’ and he didn’t give a damn because Eric didn’t like women, and he liked famous, rich ones even less.
    ‘Madam is not around today,’ Danny announced.
    As if Eric cared. The last thing he needed was to check out some overblown movie star tramp.
    ‘The princess is working on her new video,’ Danny volunteered. ‘It’ll be amazing as usual.’
    ‘Mmm…’ Eric said, heading towards the two computers. ‘What needs doing here?’
    ‘Sometimes Miz Roman enjoys dropping into chat rooms,’ Danny confided. ‘Naturally she uses an alias, but she likes to visit, and right now she’s not getting connected quickly enough, so I was told you could do something.’
    ‘The phone company has to install a DSL line,’ Eric said gruffly. ‘Then I can fix it so that everything happens faster.After the phone company’s done their work, I’ll come back.’
    ‘I don’t understand this chat-room obsession some people have,’ Danny said, pursing his lips. ‘Me, I’m bored by them. All those fifty-year-old men pretending to be twelve-year-old boys.’ A sly giggle and a provocative glance. ‘Naughty, naughty!’
    Faggot , Eric thought. I don’t want to hear about what you do in your spare time.
    ‘Ms Roman’s husband wishes to update some of their equipment,’ Danny continued. ‘He was thinking of a new photo scanner, and perhaps the latest flat-screen computer. We’d like suggestions and price quotes.’
    Eric nodded, checking out the equipment.
    A week later he returned with several new items.
    This time Danny greeted him like a long-lost friend. ‘ So good to see you again,’ Danny gushed. ‘Has life been treating you well?’
    Eric barely nodded, and immediately went to work installing the new equipment, tuning out Danny’s annoying chatter.
    Why should some people have everything and he nothing? Oh yes, he had a job, a van, and a small rented one-room apartment, but that was about it. Why couldn’t he enjoy the luxuries that all these rich people seemed to possess? Why couldn’t he be living in a mansion with a swimming pool and several luxury cars in the driveway?
    Exactly what had this Lissa Roman bitch done to deserve such recognition anyway? Sung some slutty songs and exhibited her body in a few commercial movies. Any little tramp could do that.
    And then Lissa Roman herself put in an appearance. The woman had porcelain skin, white blonde hair, ruby red lips and a welcoming smile which revealed small sharp teeth. ‘I’m so glad you’re doing this,’ she said, in a low throatyvoice. ‘Would you like a copy of my latest CD–maybe for your wife or someone?’
    ‘What?’ he said, frowning.
    She looked a little taken aback that he hadn’t jumped.
    At that moment it occurred to him that Lissa Roman thought everyone loved her. Well, she was wrong. She was standing in a room with someone who couldn’t give a rat’s ass.
    Danny obligingly handed her one of her CDs and a pen. She turned to Eric with a bright smile. ‘To whom shall I sign it?’ she asked.
    ‘Eric,’ he muttered, watching her carefully.
    She signed the CD with a flourish and handed it to him. She’d written To Eric–with love, Lissa Roman.
    ‘Want me to explain how this new scanner works?’ he asked, shoving the CD in his back pocket to be thrown away later.
    ‘No,’ she said, shaking her platinum head. ‘Danny will fill me in. Nice meeting you, Eric.’ And she left the room, leaving behind a trail of exotic perfume.
    ‘Isn’t she a treat?’ Danny enthused, when she’d gone.
    Eric grunted. He didn’t find her a treat at all.
    ‘She’s so nice to everyone,’ Danny said reverently. ‘Such a lady. ’
    Lady, my ass, Eric thought, as he continued working. And then he noticed the two trade papers casually laid out on Danny’s desk. Variety and the Hollywood Reporter. They both sported stories on the front page about Lissa Roman. Danny had outlined the pieces in thick red pen, ready to put in her