could take a cab home. There would be lots of them
near the hotel. I sneaked a look at my watch. It was still early. We’d been together for
less than three hours.
“I’d love to have you meet a friend of mine,” JD said. “She lives in an apartment
only a few minutes from here. I think you’d like her.”
Flashing him a quick peek from under my hooded lashes, I decided my imagination
had gone haywire. He was looking at me with nothing but kindness. “All right,” I
muttered, thinking anything was better than continuing our current conversation. If I
didn’t like the girl, I could always call a cab from her place, and he could remain behind
to visit with her.
We drove to a street in West Hollywood and parked in front of a two-story apartment
building. JD took my hand and led me up the stairway to the second floor. As soon as he
knocked on the door, it was opened by a pretty girl. Well, to be honest, she was far more
than pretty. She was Vogue gorgeous. Slender, but voluptuous, with voluminous
bleached-blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders ala Jayne Mansfield. She held up
her face for a kiss from JD on a rouged cheek and then smiled at me, her bright red lips
curving over amazingly white and perfect teeth.
She couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than I, but I felt like a dowdy
dowager in my conventional navy dinner suit, even though it came from an exclusive
Beverly Hills shop. JD introduced us and we shook hands.
“Please come in and make yourself at home.” She gestured toward a couch and a
nearby club chair. Chattering about the balmy weather and JD’s trip from Chicago, she
offered us both cigarettes from a box on the coffee table.
“Thank you. I don’t smoke,” I said.
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