Lady Boss

by Jackie Collins

  Boogie shook his head. ‘Beats me. I suppose he felt he could hide away here.’

  ‘He did a pretty good job,’ she replied, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Tracking Lennie was an adventure, and this little caper had her adrenaline pumping. She took a deep breath. ‘OK, Boog, exhibit your skills and let’s break in here without anybody knowing.’

  ‘You’re going to surprise him in bed?’ Boogie asked.

  ‘That’s exactly what I plan to do.’

  It was unlike Boogie to offer a comment, but he did so anyway. ‘You’re pretty confident.’

  ‘Oh, you know I’m confident.’

  Boogie shot her a look.

  Hmmmm, she thought. Did he honestly imagine she was going to find Lennie shacked up with a woman? Her husband might be mad at her, but he certainly wasn’t that mad. Their relationship was based on trust, and the last thing she expected was for Lennie to break that trust. Not that she imagined he wasn’t attracted to other women. But being attracted and doing something about it were two different things.

  The loft he’d chosen was on the eighth floor of a run-down building. Boogie sprang the street door with ease, and the two of them entered the lobby, where they were confronted by a row of mailboxes. Lennie’s was marked with a cryptic L.G.

  The elevator didn’t appear to be in great shape. ‘We’ll take the fire stairs,’ Lucky decided.

  ‘You feeling energetic?’ Boogie said. ‘It’s eight floors up.’

  ‘You’re full of questions tonight, Boog. What’s with you?’

  ‘I don’t approve of this,’ he said dourly.

  She sighed. All she needed was an uptight Boogie. Why couldn’t he get into the spirit of the adventure and enjoy it? ‘How come?’ she asked lightly.

  ‘It’s not your style.’

  ‘That’s where you’re wrong. It’s exactly my style.’ And it was. Vanish for six weeks. Come back with a bang. What was wrong with that?

  They traipsed upstairs, Lucky making better time than Boogie. When they reached the top and let themselves through the fire door to Lennie’s floor, they were faced with a steel front door.

  Boogie frowned. ‘I can get through a lot of things, but this looks like a no-go.’

  ‘How about the back door?’ Lucky suggested brightly. ‘There must be an easier way to get in.’

  ‘I don’t know.’ Boogie shook his head uncertainly. ‘What if he’s not living here? What if a new tenant’s moved in – a new tenant with a gun?’

  ‘Are you frightened?’ Lucky teased. ‘I always considered you such a macho man.’

  ‘I’m protecting your ass,’ Boogie reminded her pointedly.

  ‘I’ll worry about my ass, you worry about yours.’

  The back door turned out to be an easier proposition. It took Boogie about five minutes, but eventually he clicked it open.

  ‘Shhhh.’ Lucky held a finger to her lips as they made their way stealthily into a small, dark kitchen.

  Once inside she turned around and whispered to Boogie, ‘You can go now. I’m OK.’

  ‘I can’t leave you here,’ he objected.

  ‘Sure you can,’ she whispered. ‘Wait downstairs in the car. If I’m not out in ten minutes, take off.’

  ‘I shouldn’t go,’ he repeated stubbornly.

  ‘Will you get out of here?’ she said impatiently. ‘You’ll spoil the surprise.’

  He didn’t budge.

  ‘Split,’ she hissed, ‘or you’re fired.’

  Reluctantly he departed.

  She closed the kitchen door behind him and made her way into a huge studio. In the middle of the open space was a winding flight of stairs leading to a gallery. Since this appeared to be the extent of the apartment she imagined the bedroom must be at the top of the stairs. Pulling off her sneakers, she crept stealthily upstairs.

  In the centre of the gallery there was an enormous circular bed, and in the middle of the bed was Lennie, fast asleep on his stomach, a sheet half covering him.

  Lucky couldn’t remove the smile from her face. She stood there for a moment just staring at him. Her husband! Her gorgeous husband!

  Quietly she began to remove her clothes until she was naked. And then, without a sound, she edged her way into bed next to him.

  Lennie groaned in his sleep and threw an arm across her.

  She snaked closer, wrapping her body around him.

  In his sleep he started to become aroused.

  She smiled, trying to decide whether to be insulted or pleased. Was he getting hard because he knew it was her? Or was he merely in the middle of a wonderful dream?

  It didn’t matter, because she was just as horny as he was. ‘Lennie,’ she whispered, rubbing against his back. ‘Wake up.’

  He let out a groan and slowly opened his eyes. ‘What the—’ he began.

  ‘Shhh.’ She held her finger to his lips, attempting to silence him.

  ‘Hey – I don’t believe this,’ he mumbled, still half asleep.

  ‘Believe it, baby. It’s me. I’m back!’ she exclaimed delightedly.

  He rolled over. ‘How the hell did you find me?’

  She laughed softly. ‘Who did you think you were dealing with here, a wife?’

  He propped himself up on one elbow. ‘You’re too much, you know that?’

  ‘Uh huh.’

  ‘Jess told you where to find me, huh? I always knew she had a big mouth.’

  ‘My sources are secret. I’m here – isn’t that enough?’ As she spoke, her hands caressed his body.

  He attempted to push her away with very little real intent. He was mad, but losing the battle. ‘Jesus, Lucky. What happens next? Another great sex scene so you can take off again when it’s over?’

  ‘No way,’ she replied indignantly. ‘I never repeat myself. You should know that by now.’

  ‘The only thing I know about you is that you’re crazy.’

  ‘I know I’m crazy too. Six weeks away from you is the longest I can take.’

  He sat up, brushing his hands through his hair. ‘Was it worth it? Did you make your deal?’

  She put her arms around him from behind. ‘I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.’

  He shook his head. ‘How did you get in here?’

  She grinned. ‘I used to be a burglar. Didn’t I tell you?’

  ‘Oh, baby, you’re something else, you really are. I should be mad at you.’

  She scratched the back of his neck, a place she knew he loved to be touched. ‘Are you, Lennie?’

  He shook his head again. ‘What am I supposed to do?’

  ‘You’re supposed to kiss me – make love to me. And we’re supposed to have incredible sex.’ She took a beat, continuing to stroke the nape of his neck. ‘I’m ready,’ she whispered tantalizingly. ‘How about you?’

  He didn’t fight it. What could he do? He loved her.

  He turned her over until she was flat on her back. And then he bent to kiss her. Slow, burning kisses – his lips scorching hers – making up for six weeks of pent-up passion.

  She sighed voluptuously. It was like the first time she’d ever been kissed. It was like going on a diet and having chocolate for the first time in months. It was like a hot summer day after rain. It was like the time they’d made out on a raft in the South of France with nobody around to bother them.

  He kissed her long and hard until they both fell into the slow fast build-up to the wild roller-coaster trip they knew awaited them.

  His hands moved ravenously down her body, touching her as only he could. ‘Oh, Christ,’ he groaned. ‘I still love you. You know that, don’t you?’

  ‘Did you think it was over?’ she murmured, winding her body around his, touching him wherever she could.

  ‘I never know what to think when it comes to you.’

  ‘You’ve got to learn to trust me, Lennie.’

  And so they made love, long and leisurely, slow and even slower, their bodies fusing together as if nothing else in the world
mattered. And at that very moment nothing else did.

  She gave herself up to ecstasy, luxuriating in the thought of a wild throbbing release. And as it drew close she whispered in his ear. ‘I want to come with you. I want us to come together.’

  ‘You got it, lady. There’s no way I’m goin’ anywhere without you.’

  ‘I love you, Lennie,’ she sighed happily. ‘I love you so much.’

  And they made it happen.

  And they made it last.

  And they ended up wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping soundly until the morning light.

  Chapter 50

  Eddie Kane paced up and down Kathleen Le Paul’s living room talking fast. ‘My life’s a fuck-up. I got no idea what I’m gonna do. You can’t help me. Leslie can’t. And Mickey doesn’t give a damn. I’m a failure. An’ on top of everything else I hit my wife.’ He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand – a gesture of self-hatred. ‘I’ve never hit a woman before. Do you understand what I’m saying? I’ve never hit a woman, and I hit Leslie, who’s the sweetest person in the world.’

  Kathleen was really not interested in hearing Eddie’s stream of consciousness. She was interested in getting him out of her house. ‘How did you get my address?’ she asked edgily, her calculator brain figuring out how much he owed her.

  ‘You think I’ve dealt with you all this time and haven’t found out a thing or two?’ Eddie replied heatedly. ‘I tried to call you from my car, but I couldn’t get through.’ His facial twitch went into overdrive. ‘I gotta have some stuff, an’ I gotta have it like now.’

  ‘Eddie,’ Kathleen said patiently, although she didn’t feel patient at all – she felt like throwing the bum out. ‘I made a delivery to you today. Another fifteen hundred dollars’ worth, which, I might remind you, is currently on your tab.’

  ‘Yeah, well, you wanna know why I laid one on my wife? You wanna know?’ Now he smashed his fist into the palm of his hand. ‘She threw my stash down the friggin’ garbage disposal.’

  Other people’s problems bored Kathleen. She had enough of her own. What Leslie did was not her concern.

  Eddie was on a roll. ‘How was I supposed to handle that? Say “Thank you, dear, for saving my soul?” No way. I’ll get fuckin’ straight when I wanna get straight.’ He walked over to the window and stared out. ‘I can stop any time. Right now I don’t need crap.’ He turned back to her. ‘So you’re gonna help me out.’

  ‘If you think I keep a supply in my house you’re not as smart as I imagined,’ she said, hoping to get rid of him.

  There was no getting rid of Eddie. ‘Kathleen, don’t talk to me like I’m a schmuck. Go to the safe or wherever the fuck you keep it an’ get me somethin’.’

  ‘Eddie, I can’t encourage this kind of behaviour. If you ever come to my house again I’ll be forced to put a bullet through your ass. I can always say I thought you were an intruder.’

  Now he was getting really edgy. ‘Fine, fine, whatever makes your day. Do I get the stuff or not?’

  ‘Cash only.’

  This broad was getting on his nerves. ‘I gave you cash this morning.’

  ‘You owed me. Now you owe me more. You haven’t even paid for the stuff your wife dumped.’

  He was truly surprised. ‘Shit! Am I supposed to pay for that?’

  ‘Am I?’ she answered coldly.

  ‘OK, OK, so I owe you. Don’t get your balls in an uproar.’

  It was quite obvious there was only one way to get him to leave. ‘Wait here,’ she said brusquely. ‘Don’t touch anything.’

  While she was away he rifled his pockets. All he could find was a few credit cards, his driver’s licence, and maybe two hundred and fifty bucks. That was it.

  Painfully he relived the scene with Leslie.

  ‘I threw it away, Eddie,’ she’d said, all sweetness and light. ‘We’re going to start a new life.’

  ‘You did what?’ he’d shouted, unable to believe anyone could be that stupid.

  ‘I threw it away, Eddie,’ she’d repeated. ‘You’re addicted.’

  What was she all of a sudden, a nurse? ‘I hope you’re kidding me,’ he’d said ominously.

  ‘No,’ she’d replied, as if it was her right to do what she liked.

  He’d slapped her so suddenly it surprised even him. One good whack across the face and Leslie went down like a bowling pin. Oh Christ, he hadn’t even felt bad about it then. He’d gone on a rampage through the house, searching everywhere, throwing clothes out of drawers, dishes from kitchen cabinets. And then he’d walked back into the room where she still lay on the floor. ‘Tell me where the fuck it is,’ he’d screamed.

  By that time she was crying, above her eye already beginning to puff up where his pinkie ring had caught her.

  ‘I threw it away,’ she’d sobbed.

  ‘Bitch!’ he’d yelled. ‘You know what I’m suffering. A little coke helps get me through the day. You’re nothin’ but a blood-sucking bitch! All you want is my money, an’ now I don’t have any you’re drivin’ me nuts.’

  ‘Eddie, I’m only trying to help you,’ she’d said miserably, tears running down her cheeks.

  ‘If this is the kind of help you give, get out of here. This is my house, an’ I want you gone when I get back.’

  He’d stormed out, climbed in his Maserati, and now he was at Kathleen’s.

  When she came back into the room he handed her four fifty-dollar bills. ‘This’ll hold you, unless you’d sooner have a cheque.’

  ‘I don’t take cheques,’ she said icily.

  He hunched his shoulders. ‘What’s the matter, you’re not into trustin’ me?’

  ‘I don’t trust anybody,’ Kathleen Le Paul replied flatly. ‘And what am I supposed to do with a lousy two hundred dollars?’

  She could stuff it up her snatch for all he cared. He needed a snort more than he needed anything. ‘Come on, baby,’ he wheedled. ‘I’m good for the money.’ Maybe he should throw a fuck into her. Kathleen looked like the kind of woman who could do with it.

  ‘What are you doing about your debt to Bonnatti?’ she asked curiously.

  He picked up a gold table lighter and studied it. This broad must be doing pretty well for herself. ‘I put my house on the market. Monday I’ll get a bank loan. He’ll get paid, don’t worry about it, and so will you.’

  She tried to control her underlying anger. ‘Eddie, I’m strictly a cash business. This is the last time.’ She handed him the package. ‘I mean it.’

  ‘You want to do some together, be sociable?’ he suggested.

  Was he crazy? She wouldn’t touch the stuff. ‘No, just get out of my house.’

  Outside in the car he snorted the white powder from the back of his hand. And once the effect took hold, he immediately felt like a calmer, saner man.

  In fact, he felt as if he could accomplish anything.

  * * *

  Leslie was stunned. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Eddie would ever strike her. It brought back every bad memory. When she was a little girl, her stepfather had knocked the hell out of her. When she was a big girl, her first boyfriend had done the same thing. And when she’d run away to California with a thousand dollars of her stepfather’s money which she reckoned he owed her, she’d vowed that no man was ever going to get away with hitting her again. Now this.

  Leslie had really thought she loved Eddie. But Leslie was no victim. One blow and he didn’t have to tell her to go, she was out of there.

  Hurrying into the bedroom, she threw some clothes into a suitcase. Then she went outside to her jeep, got in, and drove directly to Madame Loretta’s.

  When the friendly old madam saw her, she was immediately sympathetic and took her upstairs.

  ‘Can I stay here until I figure out what to do?’ Leslie asked mournfully.

  Madame Loretta nodded. ‘Are you coming back to work?’

  Leslie shook her head. ‘It’s not what I want to do.’

  ‘No pressure,’ rep
lied Madame Loretta. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow. Why don’t you take a hot bath and get a good night’s sleep?’

  Leslie nodded. At least she’d had somewhere to run to.

  Chapter 51

  Saturday morning in New York dawned crisp and clear. The sun filtered through the flimsy blinds in Lennie’s loft and woke Lucky. For a moment she was disoriented, and then she remembered where she was and smiled to herself. Lennie was asleep next to her, exactly where he should be.

  Trying not to disturb him, she crept from bed, dashed into the bathroom, and switched on the shower. It was old and rusty and didn’t have much pressure, but she stood under it anyway, allowing the warm water to sting her into awareness.

  Emerging from the shower she wrapped herself in Lennie’s white terry-cloth robe. It swamped her. Barefoot, she padded downstairs to the kitchen and inspected the contents of the fridge. There wasn’t much there. A couple of eggs, some mouldy tomatoes, a stale loaf of bread, and half a pint of sour milk. Hardly ingredients for a feast.

  Cooking was not one of her greatest talents, but she could rustle up scrambled eggs and French toast if the mood took her. ‘Hmmm,’ she murmured, surveying what was available. It didn’t look very promising.

  Quietly she padded upstairs, slipped into her clothes, grabbed her purse, found the keys to the loft lying on a table next to the bed, and let herself out.

  Down on the street it was New York crazy, hustle and bustle, and the smells, sights, and sounds she’d missed being in California for six weeks.

  In the neighbourhood grocery store she picked up fresh rolls, eggs, fruit, butter, and milk. Then she had the old man behind the counter slice her half a pound of fresh ham.

  Satisfied, she hurried back. Lennie was still asleep, and who could blame him? It had been some wonderful night!

  Busying herself in the kitchen she began scrambling eggs and heating the rolls. Then she squeezed fresh orange juice, made coffee, and set everything out on the kitchen table.

  When it was all ready she yelled out, ‘Hey, Lennie, get your sexy ass down here for breakfast.’

  No response.

  Noticing a stereo, she slotted in a Stevie Wonder tape and ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ blasted out.