And how come a lowly cabdriver was allowed to tell her what to do?
If she was very nice to Chas, maybe heâd spring for her own car and driver, especially if she suggested it as a Christmas or birthday present. He was rich enough to afford it, and there was no reason for her to ride around town in a filthy cab with some crazy foreigner who wouldnât allow her to smoke. Of course, Chas would ask why she didnât drive the Mercedes heâd bought her. But who could park in Manhattan? It was a fucking nightmare.
For a moment her thoughts drifted to Joel. What a guy! Heâd been really pissed, though, when sheâd sunk her teeth into his neck so deep that any little cupcake trying to put her claim on him would notice immediately that heâd been playing elsewhere. Heâd jumped back a foot. âWhat the fuck have you done to me?â heâd yelled, rubbing his neck.
âSorry,â sheâd murmured innocently. âYou shouldnât be such a turn-on. I couldnât help myself.â
âFuck!â heâd complained. âThis is gonna swell up.â
âI know something else thatâs gonna swell up,â sheâd giggled, reaching for his ever-ready dick. It was solid and thick, just the way she liked them.
Now, sitting in the cab, she wondered what little Honeystuff would have to say when she got a load of her boyfriendâs neck. Well . . . ex-boyfriend, because Rosarita had big plans for Joel.
He wasnât going to be easy, she could already tell that. He was stubborn, didnât care to be pushed. And like most men, he was probably shit-scared of commitment.
However, Rosarita was confident enough to think that she was quite capable of changing all that.
âWhen can we get together again?â sheâd asked, before leaving his apartment.
âYouâre married, arenât you?â heâd said gruffly.
âSince when did that make a difference?â
Joel had laughedâmore a throaty growl. âI get off on an office matinee occasionally,â heâd said. âYâknow, close the door, raise the shades. Thereâs plenty of tall buildings aroundâyou never know whoâs watching. You into that?â
âWhen?â sheâd asked eagerly.
âCall me in a coupla days. Weâll make a plan.â
She knew that she couldnât ask him to call her. It wouldnât do for Dex to pick up any message Joel might leave. âYou do know Iâm planning a divorce,â sheâd said.
âYou told that pretty-boy husband of yours?â
âNot yet, but I will. My fatherâs getting involved.â
âHow come?â
âââCause heâll make damn sure Dex doesnât give me any trouble.â
Joel had looked at her admiringly. âYouâre a piece of work, you know that?â
âNever said I wasnât,â sheâd answered with a knowing smirk. Then sheâd given him a long French kiss he wouldnât forget in a hurry, and left his apartment.
Now she was groaning inside because she had to go home and face that big ox of a husband. And she knew exactly what heâd say. âGuess what happened on the set today?â
Who gave a flying fuck what happened on the set today? She certainly didnât.
Dex simply didnât get it. She wanted a divorce, and tonight she would hammer the point home. Because, if he didnât get it soon, he would be one dead pretty boyâwith or without her fatherâs cooperation.
CHAPTER
5
âI GOTTA TELL YOU  . . .â
âYes?â Madison said, completely uninterested in what the man sitting next to her had to say.
âYou have the sexiest lips.â
âReally?â she responded, hardly taking a beat. âHow interesting. I was about to say the same thing to you.â
Her dinner companion looked at her, perplexed. âThatâs what I like about you, always got