Luxe Glamour (The Glamour Series Book 5) by Maggie Marr Read Free Book Online Page B

Trick Williams? I pressed my lips together. Of course his face was familiar—I’d been one of twenty million teenaged girls who had drooled over this heartthrob all through my adolescence. 
    Daddy slid his gaze from me and back to Trick. “Trick, have you met my daughter Sophia?”
    “Not officially, but we spoke briefly before you arrived. Seems she wasn’t so sure I was telling the truth when I said we knew a lot of the same people.” A slick smile slid over his face and he took a long pull from his beer bottle. This Dog-Man was hot, sexy, and somehow a tiny bit irritating. Maybe because once upon a time he’d been more famous than anyone in the room; he’d been as famous as Daddy was today. He’d had everything and left it all to take care of … dogs? That didn’t make sense to me.
    “Mr. Legend?” Mr. Gazillionaire was up and out of his chair and was now standing beside my dad. “Joe Warren,” he said as he held out his hand. “We met in Tahiti. I was wondering if we could discuss that film you had in mind.”
    Daddy cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. “Joe, good to see you again. It’ll have to wait until after the concert.”
    Joe nodded and turned his head away from Daddy as though he’d been scolded. He went back to his seat. Daddy had that effect on people. When Daddy smiled it was magic, but Daddy’s cold shoulder was like an arctic blast. Poor Mr. Gazillionaire. If he’d been sweeter to me I might have helped him a little just now, but since he’d been a douche he’d get no help from me. Knowing he was suffering, a hint of pleasure burst in my chest.
    I glanced at Trick. That damned cocked eyebrow. He’d witnessed my exchange with Joe Warren. I had not been my best self. And Trick knew. Damn. He also knew I was enjoying watching Joe Warren squirm. An uncomfortable feeling uncurled in my belly.
    So. What. Let Trick judge. He’d walked away from everything any person could ever want. Fame. Success. Money. He was a damn EGOT and now he worked with … dogs? What kind of stupidity had led him to make that kind of decision?  
     
     
    Trick
     
    “Man, how long has it been since you’ve seen a sea of glorious pussy like this?” Webber waved his hands out in front of him. “I mean Idyllwild? Who the fuck lives in Idyllwild? What you got out there? Middle-aged hausfraus?”
    My gaze traveled over the crowd that had gathered at Webber’s pad after the Left Coast Gala. Young and Hot. The Hollywood gold standard. “There is nothing, nothing like Los Angeles pussy.” Webber settled back onto his heels and a giant grin spread over his face. “Am I right?” He jabbed me with his elbow. “Am I right?”
    I tilted my beer bottle to my lips. Webber—man, he never changed. Most of his contemporaries had settled down, but he just kept pretending he was still twenty-two, always on the lookout for new, nubile young women. His pad was amazing. High in the hills with a view, a pool, and a magnificent parcel of land. It reminded me of my old place that I sold after the accident, before I left Los Angeles for the hills and the land of “middle-aged hausfraus” as Webber called them. Two women walked toward us, one a brunette with long dark hair and the other a blond. Both spectacular looking and each wearing what could barely pass for a dress.
    “This is Layla and this is Pammy.” Webber placed an arm on each girl’s shoulders. Damn, Webber’s assessment was correct. How could I have forgotten? Los Angeles did have the most beautiful women on the planet.
    “Do you ladies have any idea who this guy is?” Without lifting his arm from Layla’s shoulder he pointed at me. I’d been the subject of this game more times than I could count and the game used to end the same way—at least where girls of a certain age were concerned—me in bed with both Layla and Pammy while they let their pre-pubescent and adolescent fantasies play out. Ah, the good old days.
    Pammy squinted and tilted her head to