Diva. Carrie Duffy

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      ‘Philippe, honey!’ Dionne kissed him ostentatiously on both cheeks, thrilled to have finally tracked him down. She glanced around quickly to see if Katerina was watching – she’d show that dumb-ass clothes horse that there was only one woman Philippe Rochefort was interested in. ‘Baby, how are you?’ she demanded.

      ‘Fine, thank you.’ Philippe fought to be polite. He wasn’t in the mood for this tonight. After he got rid of this girl, he would go home, take a shower and prepare for his trip tomorrow.

      ‘Your club is amazing, I’m having a fabulous time,’ Dionne gushed, going for the full-on charm offensive. She was a firm believer that the way to a man’s bed was via his ego. ‘And you’re looking so incredibly handsome,’ she murmured, leaning in close as she slid a hand along his torso. His shirt was open at the neck, showing the thick, dark hair on his chest.

      ‘Thank you. You’re very kind,’ he muttered, as the bar girl handed him another drink. He downed it in one and felt it hit the spot that the first one hadn’t.

      Dionne sensed his distraction and upped her game. ‘You know, I’d love to come here every night if I could. Are you here every night? That would totally be worth coming back for …’

      ‘I’m afraid I go away on business tomorrow. I will be out of the country for at least a week.’

      ‘A whole week! How’m I gonna survive that long without you?’

      ‘You will manage.’

      ‘It sounds so exciting,’ Dionne persevered in a low, breathy voice. ‘It must be awesome to fly all over the world the whole time.’

      ‘It is not always so awesome,’ Philippe pronounced the word distastefully, ‘when it is work.’

      ‘Oh, but you must have a lil’ fun sometimes too, y’know what I’m saying?’

      Philippe gave a tight smile but didn’t reply.

      Dionne pressed on, unfazed. ‘So, are you going somewhere glamorous and exotic?’

      ‘Perhaps you may think so. I must fly to the US.’

      ‘The States!’ Dionne exclaimed. ‘Oh, I wish I was there! I miss my home country. Hey, maybe I could go in your suitcase?’ she suggested mischievously.

      Involuntarily, Philippe glanced at her full breasts and well-rounded butt on her skinny frame. ‘I don’t think you’d fit.’

      Dionne saw him look her over, noticed the expression on his face as he registered her spectacular body. It gave her an idea.

      ‘Have you met my housemate, Cécile?’ she cooed, dragging CeCe over from where she was chatting with friends. ‘She’s a designer, and sooo talented.’

      Philippe smiled automatically, kissing CeCe’s cheeks in greeting. Physically she was nothing special, not in the way that Dionne was, but her dress sense was striking and she undoubtedly had something about her – that indefinable je ne sais quoi.

      ‘We do everything together,’ Dionne continued, adding with a grin, ‘And I mean everything …’ She giggled as CeCe slipped an arm around her waist and leaned in, beginning to nuzzle her neck. Dionne turned and kissed her softly as CeCe responded, reaching up to pull Dionne’s face down to hers. Their mouths were open, eyes closed. All around them, people began to stare.

      Philippe shifted uncomfortably. He could feel the stirring in his crotch, the bulge growing in his trousers as he watched them, hands caressing each other’s bodies. For Christ’s sake, he reprimanded himself, he was thirty-eight years old and his dick still had a mind of its own.

      Dionne came up for air, looking across to Philippe to ensure she had his attention. He was staring at her, that familiar look on his face that she recognized from so many men. It was almost funny, how easy they were to manipulate.

      Dionne moved across to him, eager to seal the deal. She was tall, an inch or two above him in heels, and she bowed her head to whisper in his ear. ‘How about we all get together before you leave,’ she breathed. ‘Give you something to remember us by.’

      Philippe looked over at her, taking her in properly this time. She was stunning, no doubt about that – stacked, sexy, and with huge lips that would look great round his cock. The other girl looked wild, totally uninhibited.

      What the hell, maybe he should go home with them. Perhaps this would be the way to get Alyson out of his system – by banging some meaningless women that he didn’t give a shit about. They obviously didn’t give a damn about him – other than as some kind of trophy fuck.

      Breaking into a charming smile, Philippe turned to them. ‘Ladies,’ he began solicitously, his arm snaking round Dionne’s waist. ‘Can I buy you a bottle of champagne?’

      9

      It was still dark as Alyson rolled over and stirred groggily, wondering what had jolted her awake. It didn’t take her long to realize. As she lay with her eyes tightly shut, hoping to sink back into blissful sleep, she heard the unmistakeable sound of Dionne and CeCe as they clattered through the front door, drunk and giggling. The door closed with a slam, and Alyson pulled the duvet up around her ears in frustration.

      ‘Please shut up …’ she whispered into the darkness. But whichever way she turned she couldn’t block out the sound of Dionne’s flirtatious laughter, or the low rumble of a man’s voice, speaking in accented English.

      Great, so they’d brought some guy back with them. That meant at some point in the next couple of hours, Alyson would have to endure the sound of Dionne or CeCe – or possibly both – having extremely loud and vocal sex, while Alyson irritably clamped a pillow over her ears and waited impatiently for it all to finish.

      Dionne seemed to be as uninhibited about sex as she was about everything else in her life, and would groan and scream with complete disregard for anyone within earshot. Alyson sometimes wondered if she did it on purpose, to spite her virginal and frustrated flatmate lying awake in the room next door. She knew that wasn’t really the case – it was simply that Dionne rarely stopped to consider anyone else – but Alyson couldn’t help but think that way every time she lay alone in the darkness, unable to drown out Dionne’s ecstatic moans.

      She wondered if that would ever happen to her – if she would scale the dizzy heights of pleasure that Dionne seemed to reach night after night. If she would ever let her guard down enough to trust a man to make love to her, without fearing that he might laugh at her obvious inexperience, or her small breasts and boyish figure. She wasn’t like Dionne, with an enormous cleavage and curves that went on forever. What man would ever find her attractive when he could have someone like that?

      Alyson jumped guiltily as she realized Dionne was right outside her door.

      ‘Sssshhhhh,’ Dionne hissed, in a loud, ineffectual whisper. ‘Don’t wake my flatmate. She’ll be really mad. She works, like, all the time,’ Dionne said seriously, before she and CeCe collapsed into helpless laughter once more.

      Miserably, Alyson turned over and burrowed down beneath the duvet, wedging it firmly around her ears. But as she heard the girls and their ‘friend’ move through to СКАЧАТЬ