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came out of the hotel. He glanced at the Piaget on his wrist. It was a few minutes after eight o’clock. He went down the steps and turned toward the Martinez. Already the curious were gathering. There would be a mad scene every evening during the next few weeks as people came from all over to gawk at the celebrities and movie stars. He walked rapidly through the crowd, looking neither left nor right. He had at least another hour to spare before he had to return to the boat and meet Baydr.
    The Martinez lobby was not as crowded as the Carlton had been. He went directly to the elevator and rode to the top floor. From the elevator, he walked down the corridor to the corner penthouse suite. He pressed the button. Inside a chime rang softly. He waited a moment, then impatiently pressed the button again.
    The husky resonant voice came through the closed door. “Qui est là?”
    “C’est moi. Ouvrez la porte.”
    There was the sound of the chain being removed, then the door swung open, revealing a tall blond young man. He looked at Youssef truculently. “You’re late,” he accused. “You said you’d be here an hour ago.”
    “I told you I had some business,” Youssef explained, walking past him into the suite. “I have to work for a living, you know.”
    “You’re lying!” The young man’s voice was angry as he shut the door. “You were with Patrick.”
    “I told you Patrick’s in Paris,” Youssef said. “I didn’t want him down here.”
    “He’s here,” the blond young man said flatly. “I saw him on the plane this afternoon. He was with that Englishman who owns the department stores.”
    Youssef was silent, controlling the anger that seethed inside him. He had given Patrick express orders to stay in the hotel and not come out until tomorrow. “The bitch!” he swore. “I’ll take care of him when I see him.”
    He crossed the room to the table, where a bar had been set up. There was an open bottle of Dom Pérignon in an ice bucket. He poured a glass for himself and turned to the younger man. “Would you like some wine, darling?”
    “No.” The young man was sullen.
    “Come on, Jacques,” Youssef said placatingly. “Don’t be like that. You know the plans I have for you.”
    For the first time since he had entered, Jacques looked at him. “When am I going to meet her?” he asked.
    “This evening. On the yacht,” Youssef said. “I have it all arranged.”
    “I am going with you?” Jacques asked.
    Youssef shook his head. “No. You do not even know me. If she suspects that we are friends, you will have no chance. I have arranged that you will escort the Princes Mara to the party. She will present you to the hostess.”
    “Why Mara?” Jacques protested. “You know I can’t stand her.”
    “Because she will do what I say,” Youssef answered flatly. “She will take Jordana aside sometime during the evening and tell her how great you are in bed and what a magnificent cock you have.”
    Jacques looked at him. “And that will make the lady fall in love with me?”
    “No,” Youssef answered. “That is up to you. But Jordana is still enough of an American to be impressed when a woman as experienced as Mara recommends you. Besides, Jordana is cock crazy.”
    The younger man was silent as he crossed to the bar and poured himself a glass of champagne. “I hope you’re right,” he said as he took a sip. “But what if there’s someone else she is interested in?”
    “There was,” Youssef said. “I picked that up from the crew on the boat. But if I know Jordana, she has gotten rid of him because she will have no complications while her husband is around.”
    “What if she doesn’t like me?” Jacques asked.
    Youssef smiled and put down his glass. He walked over to the young man and pulled the sash that held his bathrobe. The robe fell open. Youssef took Jacques’ penis in his hand and stroked it gently. “Ten beautiful inches,” he murmured. “How can she not help liking