Lucky by Jackie Collins Page A

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    Boogie working out with weights.
    ‘Hey – hey – hey,’ she exclaimed. ‘What’s with you?’ Boogie looked sheepish at having been caught. He was tall and quick and skinny. Never thought about developing a muscle in his life.
    ‘It must be love,’ Lucky crooned, and with a wave made her way outside to the running track.
    *   *   *
     
    Gino’s morning progressed at a more leisurely pace.
    Susan awoke him, again with a tray of goodies, kissed him lightly on the lips, and said, ‘I never realized anyone could make me as happy as you do.’
    He struggled awake with a grin. This sure was some classy broad. ‘You don’t do a bad job yourself,’ he said, and decided he would buy her a present, maybe an important piece of jewellery.
    She smiled, all pearly teeth and swept back hair. She looked like a million bucks in the morning.
    He fingered the decolleté of her beige lace peignoir. ‘Anyone ever tell you you got great tits?’
    ‘Gino!’
    ‘Wassamatter? No one ever told you that?’
    ‘Not in quite such a way.’
    He gave a dirty laugh. ‘You’re such a goddamn lady. That’s what I like about you.’
    ‘Ah . . . so that’s what you like,’ she murmured teasingly.
    ‘That and your great tits!’
    He dug his hands in and she imperceptibly flinched, but did not draw back.
    He played with her nipple and guided her hand to his penis. Deftly she moved away. ‘Breakfast time,’ she said sweetly.
    Obligingly his hard-on slid into oblivion.
    ‘Hey,’ he objected, ‘last person who told me to eat my breakfast was a six-foot nurse with hair on her chin.’
    ‘Eat up.’
    He grinned. ‘I’d sooner eat your pussy.’
    ‘Gino! Sometimes I wonder if you’re seventy or seventeen.’
    ‘Just keep wondering, sweetheart. I like to keep ’em guessing.’
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    After running around the track for twenty minutes, Lucky took a brisk swim in the super-Olympic-size pool. She managed twenty-five laps, which pleased her, considering she was out of practise. On her way back upstairs, she stopped by Matt’s office, but he was not in.
    She sat on his desk and called Gino. He was not there either. For a moment her face clouded over. Two nights in a row with the widow Martino? Two all-nighters when he loved his own bed? Two nights of solid fucking which was not good for a seventy-two-year-old man with a heart condition.
    She frowned. Her day did not seem quite so bright. She needed answers and he was out getting laid.
    ‘Have him call me the minute he gets back,’ she said to the operator. ‘Oh, and you can tell him it’s urgent.’
    *   *   *
     
    By the time Gino was dressed and ready to leave the comfort of Susan’s rented house, it was past noon. Susan, dressed in a crisp white tennis dress, sat under an umbrella on the patio sipping mint iced tea.
    ‘Would you care for some?’ she said.
    He was still in a joking mood. ‘What did you have in mind?’
    ‘Tea, dear. Not even Superman can manage anything else today.’
    ‘Hey—’ he said. ‘How about tonight? You wanna have dinner with me and Lucky?’
    A tiny note of surprise crept into her carefully modulated tone. ‘Do you always dine with your daughter?’
    ‘Huh? Yeh . . . well, most times. We kinda got into the habit.’
    ‘Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?’
    He shrugged. ‘She was married to this guy – a real nothing. My fault.’
    ‘Why was it your fault?’
    ‘I married her off when she was very young. Thought I was keepin’ her out of trouble ’stead of gettin’ her into it. She divorced him when I was out of the country. Now she’s wrapped up in the business – knows as much about things as I do.’
    ‘And you spend all your time together?’ Susan stated dryly.
    ‘Suits both of us.’
    It doesn’t suit me, she thought, but did not say. Instead she beamed and murmured, ‘Lovely. We’ll all have dinner. Lucky seems like such an interesting girl. I shall enjoy getting to know