words, watching his face as she spoke,
"you blew your career, such as it was. You had your shot and you ran."
"No fuckin"
way!"
he shouted, banging his fists on her desk.
"Don't you get it? If you did it for me once, you can do it again."
A moment of pure satisfaction.
"I have a reputation to uphold,"
Madelaine said.
"And I am not about to ruin it by sending you up for anything."
"That's bullshit,"
he muttered.
15 "You're unreliable,"
she continued, quite enjoying putting him down.
"And worse than that - you're a thief. No, Joey,"
she continued, shaking her head, Tm afraid I can't recommend you to anyone, so do yourself a big favour and get out."
She waited for his anger to deepen, remembering his sometimes violent temper. But this time she wasn't frightened, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on her in her office.
Instead of more anger he went the other way. Little boy lost. So handsome and alone. She'd never been able to resist that stance and he knew it. Joey could turn it on like nobody else.
"OK, I get it,"
he said, pushing his hand through his thick hair. Tm like yesterday's news. Nobody'll hire me. Guess I may as well go back to drivin"
a cab."
He got up and went to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob.
"Can I buy you dinner? Try to explain what happened. I owe you that."
His intense eyes tracked her from across the room.
"Can I, Maddy?"
She was well aware that if she accepted, she'd look like a pathetic old fool...
It didn't matter, because there was no way she could resist.
ft ft ft
Joey knew exactly what he was doing, every move thought out way ahead. Dinner at a small Italian restaurant; a bottle of house red wine - three-quarters of it drunk by Madelaine, who didn't realize he wasn't keeping up. Intimate conversation - mostly about how much he'd missed her, and how great he thought she looked.
Lies, lies, but what did she care? By the time they took a cab back to her apartment on 66th Street, she was feeling sexy and womanly and very horny. Joey had fed her some story about a sick aunt in Montana and a family business he'd had to single-handedly save. She didn't believe him, but so what? He was paying her more attention than she'd had in six years and she desperately wanted him to make love to her.
Joey didn't disappoint. His lovemaking was even better than she remembered. Prolonged foreplay; leisurely oral sex; and then long, steady penetration until she cried out in a torrent of ecstasy.
16
She didn't feel over fifty and fifteen pounds overweight. Joey made her feel like a beautiful, desirable woman.
He stayed overnight, making love to her again in the morning, his hard body pressing her flesh in the most incredibly exciting way. She knew she was hooked again. One night of lust made up for six years of anger.
"Why didn't you call me? At least let me know where you were?"
she asked plaintively, her fingers trailing up and down his smoothly muscled back.
"I'm here now,"
he responded.
"Isn't it enough that I came back?"
And his lips pressed down on hers, weakening her crumbling resistance until it ceased to exist.
Two days later he moved back in. A few days after that she asked him to drop by her office.
"I'm sending you up for a small role you could be right for,"
she told him.
"If you get it, that'll be a start in the right direction."
"You're the best, Maddy,"
he said, smiling the irresistible Joey smile.
And she knew she was probably being used, but somehow once again - it didn't matter.
17
Chapter Three
~^i^_Jfl TETOU WAS a famous fish restaurant perched ^^^P^P^A above the sandy beach between Eden Roc and Juan Les Pins. Popular for many years, it was an expensive hang-out for rich locals and affluent tourists - nothing in the South of France was cheap.
Nikki had also invited Harry Solitaire and Pierre Perez to join them. Pierre was a French actor with brooding eyes and a
"you blew your career, such as it was. You had your shot and you ran."
"No fuckin"
way!"
he shouted, banging his fists on her desk.
"Don't you get it? If you did it for me once, you can do it again."
A moment of pure satisfaction.
"I have a reputation to uphold,"
Madelaine said.
"And I am not about to ruin it by sending you up for anything."
"That's bullshit,"
he muttered.
15 "You're unreliable,"
she continued, quite enjoying putting him down.
"And worse than that - you're a thief. No, Joey,"
she continued, shaking her head, Tm afraid I can't recommend you to anyone, so do yourself a big favour and get out."
She waited for his anger to deepen, remembering his sometimes violent temper. But this time she wasn't frightened, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on her in her office.
Instead of more anger he went the other way. Little boy lost. So handsome and alone. She'd never been able to resist that stance and he knew it. Joey could turn it on like nobody else.
"OK, I get it,"
he said, pushing his hand through his thick hair. Tm like yesterday's news. Nobody'll hire me. Guess I may as well go back to drivin"
a cab."
He got up and went to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob.
"Can I buy you dinner? Try to explain what happened. I owe you that."
His intense eyes tracked her from across the room.
"Can I, Maddy?"
She was well aware that if she accepted, she'd look like a pathetic old fool...
It didn't matter, because there was no way she could resist.
ft ft ft
Joey knew exactly what he was doing, every move thought out way ahead. Dinner at a small Italian restaurant; a bottle of house red wine - three-quarters of it drunk by Madelaine, who didn't realize he wasn't keeping up. Intimate conversation - mostly about how much he'd missed her, and how great he thought she looked.
Lies, lies, but what did she care? By the time they took a cab back to her apartment on 66th Street, she was feeling sexy and womanly and very horny. Joey had fed her some story about a sick aunt in Montana and a family business he'd had to single-handedly save. She didn't believe him, but so what? He was paying her more attention than she'd had in six years and she desperately wanted him to make love to her.
Joey didn't disappoint. His lovemaking was even better than she remembered. Prolonged foreplay; leisurely oral sex; and then long, steady penetration until she cried out in a torrent of ecstasy.
16
She didn't feel over fifty and fifteen pounds overweight. Joey made her feel like a beautiful, desirable woman.
He stayed overnight, making love to her again in the morning, his hard body pressing her flesh in the most incredibly exciting way. She knew she was hooked again. One night of lust made up for six years of anger.
"Why didn't you call me? At least let me know where you were?"
she asked plaintively, her fingers trailing up and down his smoothly muscled back.
"I'm here now,"
he responded.
"Isn't it enough that I came back?"
And his lips pressed down on hers, weakening her crumbling resistance until it ceased to exist.
Two days later he moved back in. A few days after that she asked him to drop by her office.
"I'm sending you up for a small role you could be right for,"
she told him.
"If you get it, that'll be a start in the right direction."
"You're the best, Maddy,"
he said, smiling the irresistible Joey smile.
And she knew she was probably being used, but somehow once again - it didn't matter.
17
Chapter Three
~^i^_Jfl TETOU WAS a famous fish restaurant perched ^^^P^P^A above the sandy beach between Eden Roc and Juan Les Pins. Popular for many years, it was an expensive hang-out for rich locals and affluent tourists - nothing in the South of France was cheap.
Nikki had also invited Harry Solitaire and Pierre Perez to join them. Pierre was a French actor with brooding eyes and a
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