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while Cooper put it about like a drunken hooker on a Friday night. Well, damn him, the time had come for a showdown.
    After working out, Venus took a shower, then sauntered downstairs to greet her masseur, Rodriguez, a sizzling Latino of twenty-two with the experienced hands of a man twice his age. Rodriguez was all sinewy muscle, with dark wavy hair and smoldering eyes—just the way Venus liked ’em. She had a weakness for extremely handsome men—especially men with tight, curved butts, and arms and legs to cream over.
    Lately she’d been considering having an affair with him, but wouldn’t that be baby snatching?
    No way, she decided. Twenty-two was hardly a baby, and Rodriguez seemed very worldly. He was from Argentina, and delighted in regaling her with tales of his love trysts with older married women whose rich husbands failed to satisfy them.
    That was one problem she didn’t have. Cooper was an extraordinarily accomplished lover. He had a slow hand—the best kind. He truly loved women, and got off by making sure he gave them the ultimate pleasure trip.
    Too bad the trip was soon coming to an end.
     
    Venus was late for lunch. This didn’t bother Lucky, who’d taken advantage of the time by using her cellular to return a few calls.
    When Venus entered the commissary, all conversation stopped as the platinum blond casually sashayed across the crowded room to the private executive dining area in the back. There was something about Venus that screamed “SEX!” There were actresses in Hollywood taller, thinner, younger, more beautiful—but Venus had it over all of them; she managed to look vulnerable, smart, and incredibly slutty all at the same time. It was an irresistible combination. Women admired her strength and men couldn’t wait to fuck her.
    Sliding into her seat, she immediately ordered a white wine spritzer.
    “Fifteen minutes; I’d like an excuse,” Lucky said, tapping her watch.
    “I was considering screwing my masseur,” Venus murmured provocatively.
    Lucky nodded; nothing Venus said surprised her. “Seems like a good excuse to me.”
    “ I thought so.”
    “And what did you decide?”
    Venus rolled her eyes and licked her lips. “Mmmm…I’m sure he’s very talented.”
    “And you’re very married.”
    “So is Cooper,” Venus said sharply, her mood quickly changing. “I don’t see it stopping him .”
    Lucky had been waiting for this moment. Everyone knew about Cooper and his out-of-control libido. Venus had chosen never to discuss it, and even though they were close friends, Lucky hadn’t wanted to rock the friendship. She’d simply assumed Venus chose to ignore her famous husband’s indiscretions.
    “I’ve about had it,” Venus said with a defiant shake of her platinum curls. “At first I thought flirting was his thing—which was okay with me ’cause I’m not exactly a slouch in that department myself. Now I realize he’s jumping everything that breathes.” She paused, shaking her head again. “I don’t get it,” she continued with a perverse twist of a smile. “He’s got me— every man’s wet-dream fantasy. What more can he possibly want?”
    “Have you confronted him?” Lucky asked, knowing Venus was hardly the kind of woman to lie back.
    “Fuck, no!” Venus steamed. “According to my hairdresser—who knows everything—my dear, philandering husband is now in bed with Leslie Kane.” A defiant pause. “As far as I’m concerned, he can stay there. I’m not mad at him, I merely want a divorce.”
    “Well…” Lucky paused for a moment. “If there’s anything I can do…”
    “Yeah,” Venus said fiercely. “Don’t believe a word you’re gonna read, ’cause the rags’ll come down on me big time.” She frowned, before adding indignantly, “ He’s the one fucking his way through this town, and I’m the one who’ll get the whore/slut headlines.”
    Lucky agreed. It was a well-known fact that men were always the protected ones, while women