Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Chapter Twelve

Just a short chapter but longer ones to come, I promise.. ;)

Deborah had gone shopping for a few hours to get souvenirs and chat, leaving the men alone to chat and relax. What had started out as a week of polite chit chat and harmless flirting had developed into something a bit stronger and all four were in need of some desperate rest and relaxation.

“You don’t even know her, bro. I just don’t get why you can’t just spend a week fucking her then say your goodbyes and go home.”

“Cause I ain’t you Rich.” Jon drawled, taking a drag on his cigarette.

Richie raised an eyebrow, his mouth drawn into a thin line.

“Nice to know what you think of me.” he said tightly

Jon sighed, he was missing Deborah and she’d only been gone 30 minutes.

“Look Rich, what ever you do, however you wanna live your life I don’t blame you. After what you went through with your divorce I don’t blame you for being like this. For not wanting to get involved with anyone ever again but I ain’t like that. I need to have someone in my life, someone to be there for me, someone I can be myself with and depend on and I think it could be Debs. I know we’ve only just met but there’s something about her that makes me wanna take care of her and look after her, protect her from the world and from men like you…” Jon laughed at this last bit, making Richie smile.

Richie’s smile faded as Jon’s words hit home. It was true; he didn’t want to get involved with anyone, preferring to just play the field. His heart had been broken too deeply and he wasn’t sure he could risk even the smallest scratch on it again. He admired Jon for being able to be open and honest about his feelings and needs as he’d never been one to open up fully to anyone. It had been partly this that had caused the divorce in the first place. He wanted desperately to find the courage to open up with a woman and be himself but every time he felt it happening a door would slam and he’d clam up. To everyone around him he was just happy go lucky Richie, the infamous King of Swing, the one the ladies fell over backwards, and sometimes straight onto their knees for, but to Jon he was still the deeply sensitive, deeply insecure artistic man he’d first met all those many years ago.

Jon watched as Richie got lost in thought and sighed. He’d love nothing better than to see his brother happy but until he learnt to open up he would just continue to go round in the same destructive circles.

Jon smiled as he thought of Deborah and how just knowing her had made him see what he was missing in his life. Even if, as Richie was predicting, it didn’t work out he knew they would both leave the other a better person. He turned to Richie.

“So what about Jen? Is it just another week long fling with the King of Swing?” he chuckled as he realised what he’d said.

“Something like that.” Richie grinned, “Don’t get me wrong man, I like her, I like her a lot, she’s great company, pretty, intelligent and man she could suck a watermelon through a hosepipe..” he stopped, unsure of how to continue.

“But you still can’t open up to anyone let alone a woman and tell her how you really feel for fear she’ll hurt you.” Jon finished the sentence. He’d never told Richie how much he could read him like a book as no-one likes to be told where they’re going wrong in their lives, even less so if they’re just not ready to hear it.

Richie sat back in his chair and looked at Jon, a pained expression across his handsome face.

“Richie, not everyone is going to hurt you so sometimes you need to tell ‘em how you feel. I ain’t saying you’re never gonna get hurt but it’s a risk you just have to take cause when you meet the right one it’s so worth it man. Imagine if I hadn’t told Deborah that I loved her and we just parted at the end of this week.”

Richie looked over the balcony as a solitary pigeon flew past, thinking over Jon’s words. He was quite amazed and a bit upset at how transparent he was to Jon. He sat up with a start and looked back at Jon, a look of complete bafflement on his face.

“You told her what?”

Monday, 3 August 2009

Chapter Eleven

"What? He said what?" Jen stared at her friend over the rim of a rapidly cooling, forgotten cup of coffee.

They were sat in the bar area off to the side of the lobby and had been enjoying a cup of coffee and a detailed chat about how in over her head Jen felt she was getting with Richie before Deborah had dropped her bombshell.

"He told me he loved me." Deborah looked perplexed and slightly worried.

"Wow, I..er.. I'm totally speechless for once in my life." Jen laughed, " So what did you say back to him?"

"I didn't as I was drifting off to sleep."

"At four in the afternoon?"

"Yes, well..", Deborah blushed slightly, " we'd had a busy time."

"Ohhh." Jen said, knowingly, putting her cup down, "So, what did you say when you woke up?"

"Oh god Jen I just left him there asleep, I didn't know what to say to him that wasn't either trite or a lie. I like him Jen, don’t get me wrong, he’s a wonderful man. I just don’t know him well enough to say I love him and to hear him say that, well, I guess I got scared, I mean it’s only been a short while since I split from dickhead…”

Jen looked over as the lift doors pinged, her eyes widening.

“Tell me later, they’re here.” she whispered, effectively stopping Deborah from being overheard. Jen got up from the table and went over to where Richie was standing by the concierge desk.

Deborah looked up as Jon slid into the seat, squeezing up next to her. He slid his arm around her and kissed her.

Deborah felt some of her earlier worries melt slightly as his warm lips brushed against hers.

“Hey babe, you left me alone.” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear and neck, causing her to shiver slightly. He rested his head on her shoulder.

“Sorry Jon, Jen phoned. She wanted to talk and you were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you.” Deborah said, feeling him smiling against her skin.

“Ah, the curse of the King strikes again. No matter how he seems to behave all the ladies fall in love with him.” Jon said, quietly.
“Yeah,”, Deborah turned to face Jon, her face serious, “Is Jen going to get hurt by this?”

Jon looked at her, surprised at the passion and warmth of feeling in her voice.

“Why are you asking me?” he said.

“Because she’s my friend and I don’t want to see her get hurt.”

“I don’t know darlin’, maybe, maybe not. Depends on how much she feels for him I guess. Ya know he’s had a lot of women over the years and I’ve only known of a handful to end up being more than a notch on the bedpost but he only married one of ‘em. Saying that, he has changed over the years so… I just don’t know. But isn’t that up to Jen to bring up with him?” he said, his big blue eyes wide open and honest.

“I guess so.” Deborah replied distantly, looking over in time to see Jen and Richie leaving the hotel.

“Where are they going?” she asked, puzzled as she was sure they were all supposed to be going out together.

“I told Rich I wanted some time alone with you, that’s all, so he’s taking Jen to the Moulin Rouge.” Jon replied.

“Oh ok. So where are we going?” Deborah asked, intrigued but also feeling slightly nervous about being on her own with Jon after his proclamation of love.

“I thought we’d go for a walk first, then see what we felt like.”

Deborah smiled. A walk was just what she needed, to clear her head and get her thoughts and feeling into order and perspective.

The evening air was balmy as they walked along the Seine. The sun slipped slowly down beyond the horizon and the first night stars appeared in the cloudless sky. It was a beautiful evening in a beautiful city and Deborah could feel some of her earlier fears slipping away as they walked and talked, holding hands.

Jon stopped alongside the wall on the left bank of the Seine and pulled Deborah close to him. He captured her mouth for a tender kiss, leaving her breathless and totally confused. She didn’t know this man, not really, only what she knew of his persona; his image, and she knew if he’d been an ordinary Joe she would be backing off at this point but all she wanted to do was to carry on kissing him and loving him, shutting the whole world out.
Jon pulled away from her and looked at her, a small wry smile on his face.

“I guess maybe you think I’m rushing you.” he said, entwining both her hands in his.

She took a deep breath.

“Yes I do. I’ve only known you for a couple of days and what happened earlier, well I’m not like that. I don’t normally jump into bed with someone I’ve just met.” her words tumbled out in a rush, her voice trembling slightly.

“Hey darlin’, hush…” he crooned into her hair, kissing the top of her head, “ to be quite honest I have no idea what came over me earlier when I said that. I’m not normally one to jump into love with someone I’ve just met. Bed?, well yeah, but love? Never. I just feel we could have something really special between us and if it’s ok with you, I’d like to get to know you a whole lot more and not just for this week,” he smiled as he heard a slight sigh of relief from her as he spoke of going beyond the week.

“How?” she asked suddenly.

“How what?”

“How will we continue to see each other after this week when I love in the UK and you live in the US?”

“Uh, well you see there’s this invention called a jet plane.” he smirked as she punched him on the arm.

“Ass.” she said, smiling, “that’s not what I meant.”

Jon rubbed his sore arm and smiled at her, “ That’s the good thing about being the boss, it means I can take some time off to do exactly what I want. After this week we’ve got one more week of scheduled interviews for the upcoming album and tour, then after that we all had about eight weeks off, so, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to come and spend time with you in England.”

Deborah was so shocked at this it was all she could do to throw her arms around this funny, kind, loving, crazy man and slowly give in to the feelings that were building up inside her.

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Chapter Ten

Deborah looked back from admiring the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Jon had been collared by a couple of squealing American fans. They had approached Jon and her as they were about to make their way to the edge to look at the magnificent view that was afforded them from atop the tower when two women shyly came towards them and asked him if he was who they thought he was.

Deborah’s immediate thought was ‘ How the hell does he know who you think he is? What is he? A mind reader?’ when Jon pretty much asked the same thing, albeit more politely. The two women had almost squealed with joy and, catching Jon’s eye, Deborah had stepped away from them. She understood that this was a moment that the two women would probably treasure forever and she didn’t want to intrude on their moment. Plus she had felt the beginnings of something stirring inside her as one of the women had placed her hand on Jon’s arm and she needed some time alone to think about what she was feeling.

Jon stood and smiled as the camera flashed. He usually hated being caught out in public and pawed by women, whether they were fans or not, but he found he didn’t really mind it this time. He smiled as he thought of why he didn’t mind it. It was Deborah’s presence, she had a calming effect on him. When she wasn’t turning him on and making him want to jump her of course, but he knew he needed to take things slow as it had only been two days since he had sworn to himself that he was not going to get involved with another woman, ever. And yet, here he was threatening to do just that

The two women, Natalie and Becka as they had told him, were clearly huge fans and were having the time of their lives in talking to him and having photo’s taken. His smile slipped a little as he felt one of the women slip her hand down to his backside and squeeze.

He moved deftly out of her grasp and, handing an autograph over, looked at the two women. They were both smiling at him, huge almost designer smiles that he felt could devour him if he let it. He switched on his megawatt smile.

“It was nice to meet you two ladies but I’m going to have to go now.” he leaned closer, “To tell you the truth I’m scouting locations for our next video and I need a bit of peace and quiet to do so.”

They both nodded eagerly as if they were the first to garner this information.

“So, I’d be really grateful if you could keep it to yourselves that I’m here, ya know wouldn’t want the paparazzi to get a scoop, if you get my drift.”

“Oh of course Jon, you can totally count on us, we can be discreet.” said Becka, though it could’ve been Natalie.

Natalie, or was it Becka had written something on a piece of paper which she handed to Jon.

“This is our phone number. If you’re casting for extras for the next video we’d love to be in it.”

Jon forced himself to keep a straight face and take the proffered paper.

“O..k ladies, well I’ll keep you in mind.” he said as he backed away from them, looking desperately around for Deborah. Goddamn it where was Richie when he needed him. Richie would’ve charmed those two matrons until they were a puddle on the floor. He sighed and turned to search for his favourite redhead.

Deborah had turned back to the amazing view. Words had failed her. The overhead sun was glinting off far away white buildings. She could see the Moulin Rouge windmill and Mont Martre. A fresh, saline smell drifted past her nose and she breathed it in deeply, sighing as she did at the wonderment before her. She only wished that the wire could be removed so that she could have an uninterrupted view of the beautiful city. She was so engrossed in the view and her thoughts that she physically jumped when she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her, one around her waist and the other across her shoulder and the top of her chest.

“Hey babe.” Jon whispered, causing a small shiver to run down her back.

He leant his head on her shoulder and breathed in her perfume. It was a subtle dry scent from Diptyche, a small parfumerie on Boulevard St Germain, and she’d dragged him there before they’d made their way to La Tour Eiffel.

“Hey you,” Deborah responded, leaning back into his embrace, thinking that it felt right to be there, “Isn’t it such a wonderful view?” she continued.

Jon peered down at the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath and grinned.

“Oh yeah.” he said, his voice husky.

Deborah turned her head slightly to see him and caught him staring at her body.

“Jon, you really are incorrigible you know.” she smiled.

“Hey I can’t help it if I like what I see, can I?” he said, pouting.

“We’re meant to be looking at the view.”

“Oh I am, I’m looking at a great view.”

He shifted his arm slightly so that his forearm brushed the slight swell at the top of her breasts causing Deborah to gasp. She could feel the hardness of his abdomen behind her and she squirmed slightly as a pool of heat began to gather between her thighs.

“So what’s you favourite bit then?” she asked, trying to create a bit of distance between what she was feeling and the fact that they were in public.

“Oh I have so many” he whispered before kissing a spot on her neck just behind her ear.

“I like this bit.”

He kissed her bare shoulder.

“And this bit.”

He turned her head towards him and nibbled along her jaw line.

“And this bit.”

He kissed her forehead softly.

“That bit’s nice too.”

He turned her so that she was facing him.

Deborah looked up at Jon, her eyes huge in her face. She opened her lips slightly as if to say something but never got the chance as he gently lowered his mouth to hers.

Deborah grabbed hold of his tee shirt as he kissed her to stop her knees from buckling.

Jon licked her bottom lip tenderly to gain entry. It worked and soon he pushed his tongue inside her mouth to taste and explore. She tasted of menthol cigarettes and coffee with a hint of chocolate and toothpaste and he wanted more. He wanted to taste her all over, to leave no inch of her skin unlicked.

Deborah moaned deep in her throat and threaded her arms around his neck to pull him in closer to her. She could feel his growing arousal pressing into her belly through his jeans and it was only the sudden presence of the wire fence behind her that reminded her of where they were.

She pulled away from him slightly and opened her eyes to find him grinning at her, his breathing ragged and his beautiful bright blue eyes dilated with lust. He brought his hands up to encompass her face and leant his forehead onto hers, noses touching. Both were slightly surprised as to the amount of passion they had touched in the other. For a moment all they did was look at each other.

“Let’s go home.” Jon whispered, unaware of his use of the word ‘home’.

Deborah just nodded as she was beyond speech.

Jon pulled her close to him and together they made their way off La Tour Eiffel. A few Parisians smiled as they passed by, just another couple in love.

They walked, wordlessly, away from the tower and back to the hotel. After about five minutes Jon let go of Deborah and whistled as a taxi came towards them. They scrambled to get inside and were soon speeding back towards their hotel room.


Jon opened the door to their room and they both entered. The bright flame of earlier had dimmed somewhat as they had both realised, almost at the same time, that they really were going to make love with each other. Both were nervous and apprehensive.

Deborah sat down on the bed. It was actually two single beds zipped together to make a double. She pulled her denim jacket off and dropped it on the floor, along with her sandals. Jon lit up a cigarette and immediately stubbed it out.


“Do you?”

They both spoke at the same time and laughed which helped to break the ice.

Jon moved round the room to sit next to her on the bed. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes that shone with apprehension and need.

Gently he kissed her mouth then pulled away.

“We can take this as slowly as you want.” he said, placing his hand over her heart and feeling her rapid heart beat start to slow. He could feel the heat from her skin through the cotton tee shirt she was wearing and he licked his lips.

Deborah stared into his eyes, feeling that she could very easily get lost in them. She leant forward until there was mere millimetres between their mouths. She could feel his breath upon her lips and she subconsciously worried her lower lip between her teeth.

Jon felt his erection straining against his jeans as she breathed on him and he moved forward to fill the space between them. Their mouths met and explored each other with a timidity that belied the passion that raged beneath the surface. Jon slowly began to undo the buttons on Deborah’s teeshirt until her satin covered breasts were bared for his touch. Slowly, tenderly he ran his calloused fingertips over her bra feeling the hardening nubs underneath. Breaking the kiss he lowered his head and sucked one of the small nubs into his mouth, wetting the material of her bra.

Deborah gasped aloud as heat flooded through her system. She was filled with a sudden urge to feel his mouth on her skin and struggled to undo the clasp at the back. Deftly, not even breaking contact, Jon reached behind her and flicked open the clasp with one hand, chuckling deep in his throat at how his years of practice had come in handy.

Deborah shrugged the straps off her shoulder, forcing Jon to release her nipple with a little pop of his mouth. She allowed the material to fall until it landed in her lap and she was properly bared before him. He could almost se her heart beating fast beneath her chest as he drank her in. With a smile he resumed his ministrations on her nipple with his hot, wet tongue whilst gently stroking the other with his hand.

Deborah’s head spun with feeling and heat. No one had ever made her feel like this before and the sensations were overwhelming to her. She whimpered as his hand cupped her full breast, feeling the weight of it.

Gently Jon lay her back on the bed and stretched out beside her, marvelling at her smooth, unblemished skin.

He leant over and kissed her again, feeling her start to relax under his kiss.

“Hmm, I think I’m overdressed.” he murmured, sitting up and removing his teeshirt, boots and shucking his tight jeans, revealing white jockey shorts that left barely kept his burgeoning erection in place. He lay back down beside her and gently kissed her shoulder, licking the smooth skin, tasting her.

Deborah closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations he was creating within her. She could already feel a heat beginning between her thighs and shifted slightly trying to cause a bit of friction there.

Jon noticed her do this and chuckled to himself.

“I think you maybe overdressed as well.” he whispered as he undid her jeans zip and slowly pulled them down and off her legs, leaving her in a small pair of white satin knickers.

She opened her eyes and looked at him as he settled back down next to her, his erection pressing into her hip. Heat rippled through her as he gently traced patterns and swirls on her body with the barest touch of his fingertips. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as she shivered with excitement and anticipation, making her more aroused than she already was.

Slowly he traced a path down to her knickers and delved inside, gently probing through the already sodden curls until he found her nub. He gave it the barest of touches, causing her to jump slightly. She whimpered, her eyes tightly closed.

Waiting for her to relax, he gently stroked the inside of her folds, feeling the wetness seeping from her. He watched the gamut of emotions and sensations run across her face as she finally relaxed. He circled her clitoris gently, getting her used to the sensations that were zipping through her like electricity. He pressed down on the sensitive nub and she tipped her head back and gave a low moan that went straight to the base of his cock, causing it to bob painfully against the constricting elastic of his shorts.

Jon could feel the passion in her just waiting to burst forth and he was going to do his damnedest to make sure he was the one who brought it out of her.

He pressed further and she keened, clutching at the bed sheets, her back raised off the bed.

He lowered himself and began to lick her. Long, lazy swipes of his tongue from the base of her opening to her clit. He gently took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it. He loved the fact that he was giving her pleasure.

Deborah’s eyes flew open and she was lost. Lost in a swirl of feelings, sensations and emotions as her orgasm ripped savagely through her. She screamed and moaned as she writhed on the bed, her internal muscles clenching around nothing, wishing he was inside her to feel it.

“Oh god, Jon…Oh god, oh god, oh god…mmmm.” she moaned as her passion finally broke the dam.

“Oh fuck Jon…get inside…now…please!” she pleaded, not wanting the delicious feelings to fade, wanting, no needing to be stretched and filled by him.

Jon needed no encouragement and, ripping off his shorts, carefully, he crawled up the bed until he was in position, teasing her clit with the tip of his penis, making her jump as the pleasure pain principle took over.

Blindly she reached out for him and tried to impale herself on him. He took the hint and plunged into her.

Jon moaned as she felt the tail end of her orgasm wrap itself around him. Oh god she was so tight and small, he thought he might rip her in two. He closed his eyes allowing the sensations wash over him for a moment or two before he began to thrust in and out of her, marvelling at how tight she was. He opened his eyes and looked down at her as he took all his weight on his elbows. He bent down and tenderly kissed her.

Deborah wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer until he was lying fully on her, thrusting in and out, harder and faster with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his back and locked her ankles, wanting all of him inside her. It felt so right.

With each stroke they could feel the white heat spiralling towards them, threatening to overtake them both. Jon thrust as hard and fast as he could and Deborah pulled him into her deeper with every stroke. Heat broke over them and enveloped them in a cloud of pleasure and passion. Jon yelled as he felt her muscles contract around his engorged member causing him to spill his seed inside her.

Deborah felt him spurting inside her and smiled, feeling like she’d come home.

Jon made to move off her.

“No please, stay inside me for a little while, it feels right.” she murmured, pulling him in for another kiss.

After a few moments he slid out of her and curled up around her. He pulled a quilt over them and they drifted off to sleep.

As Jon felt himself drifting he murmured in his sleep.

“I love you.”

Deborah opened her eyes than closed them again, smiling.

Friday, 10 April 2009

Chapter Nine

Deborah woke up for the second time that morning and stretched. Jon was sat up on his bed, legs crossed at the ankles, wearing a pair of low slung jeans and not much else. He was writing in a small note pad and had an intense but thoughtful look on his face. He was listening to his ipod and tapping one foot along to the melody.

Deborah smiled to herself as she lay on her side, cuddled into her quilt, watching him work. He was tanned but not to the mahogany hue that Richie favoured. It was more an ‘I work and play outdoors’ kind of tan than an ‘I own a tanning booth’ kind of tan. He had a small concentration of freckles dotted along his shoulders that the sun had brought out. He was still favouring the hairless chest look and Deborah jut let her eyes roam over his body. He had broad, muscular shoulders that led to well defined pecs and an abdomen she was sure she could bounce a penny off of. He wasn’t as muscular as he had been when filming ‘The Leading Man’, but it was close. His jeans fit his thighs tightly and revealed shapely legs that tapered off to long, slim feet.

It was weird, but nice, to be sharing a room with a man she wasn’t in a relationship with. Ever since Glen she had feared she wouldn’t ever want to sleep in the same room with a man again but Jon was so comfortable to be around he had taken away that fear, plus he was so easy on the eye.

Deborah let her gaze move back up to his face and jumped slightly as she was met with a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at her.

“Do I pass the test?” he asked, putting the notepad to one side and running the other hand through his blond shaggy hair.

Deborah had the grace to blush slightly as she sat up and pushed the quilt off.

“I think so.” she said, smiling at him as she got up and walked over to the balcony door.

“Hey if you wanna smoke in here, then smoke, no need to go out there for my sake.” Jon said, offering her one of his cigarettes.

She leant over to take one and he looked straight down her tee shirt. She had D cup breasts with rose areolas and he could also see the slight flair of her belly as her tee shirt gaped wide.

She took the cigarette and stood up, totally oblivious to his having checked her out.

She took a deep drag from the cigarette and sighed with pleasure.

“You know, this’ll mean that Jen and Richie will never come into this room, don’t you?” she said as she exhaled a plume of blue-grey smoke.

“I can but hope.” he smirked, “I don’t mean that but I swear, I went along earlier while you were sleeping…again, you know you keep that up and I’m gonna call you Richie mark 2, anyway I let myself in to my old room to get my stuff and he was stood there completely naked. I swear if I see that man’s balls or ass one more time I’m just gonna scream, no scratch that, I’m gonna go live on some desert island, somewhere where I will never have to see Richie naked anymore.”

Deborah started laughing at the thought of Jon running through the hotel screaming ‘my eyes, I’m blind!’

“It’s no laughing matter, I mean that man is so well built it’s enough to give you a complex you know. It’s bad enough that he has to be taller than me but to have that body and be older than me? S’not fair.”

Deborah looked at him, expecting him to have a huge grin but he wasn’t even smiling. She realised that he was serious and had a complex about the way he looked.

“But Jon, there’s nothing to compare to. You and Richie are just so different and perfect in your own ways. I mean Richie’s perfect to Jen. He’s loud and funny and good looking and pretty much everything she’s ever looked for in a man, whereas to me he’s high maintenance and I would always be aware of what I looked like, making sure every hair was in place in case I got photographed and I’m just not that kind of person.”

Jon was intrigued. He had used his ‘I’m not worthy and I’m really shy under my persona’ speech and she hadn’t turned round and kissed his ass, telling him how wonderful he was. She had told him he was as good as Richie but no better and no worse. He had started to use his little speech to weed out the ass kissers and those women who just wanted to hang off his arm.

“So what kind of man are you looking for?” Jon asked, lighting a cigarette and putting in the ashtray.

“Well one that doesn’t run off with a friend of mine for a start.” she tried to joke, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Jon reached out a hand and stroked hers.

“Is that what Glen did?” he asked, softly.

She nodded, not quite trusting herself to speak.

Jon moved over and sat cross legged facing her, taking her hands in his.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice softly whispering to her, full of concern and compassion.

Deborah took a deep shaky breath and adopting his position looked into his open, honest face.

“Lisa was someone I worked with. She was new to the office and the area. She’d moved there with her boyfriend but had split from him before she came to work. Well, she was young and pretty and quite shy and I guess I felt for her and took her under my wing at work. Very soon she was coming home with me for dinner and would often spend the night in our spare room. Glen hadn’t really taken to any of my other friends and I guess over time I’d lost contact with a lot of them because he wanted me to be with him. After a while Glen started to take an interest in Lisa and I was glad as no one wants their friends to be ignored by their partner, do they?,” Deborah looked back up at Jon as she’d been staring at the quilt.

“After a few months Lisa mentioned her lease was up and she needed to find somewhere to live, I said this to Glen and he said she should move in with us for a while until she found somewhere,”

Deborah sighed, tears in her eyes,

“God, I was so stupid, I didn’t even see it coming, you know? All I knew was that I had a friend again and that Glen got along with her. I didn’t even think it was strange that he’d stopped going out with his friends on a Thursday night and had started staying at home to talk to me and Lisa as it was the one night a week we were both on the early shift and got home early.”

“How did you find out?” he asked, holding tightly onto her hands which had gone limp in his grasp.

“I walked in on them. I knew Lisa was home as she’d taken the day off and I’d gone home sick, with a stomach upset, isn’t it funny how I can remember all these details as if it was yesterday? Anyway, I was looking for some stomach tablets and thought she might know where they were. I knocked on her door but the music was loud so I just walked in to find her astride Glen. They were so busy they didn’t even notice me for a few minutes, not until Glen opened his eyes and saw me in the doorway.”

Jon squeezed her hands and wiped a lone tear away as it trickled down her cheek.

“What did you do?”

“I left. I turned around, gathered my coat and bag and left. I went to another friends house and she took me in, even though I hadn’t seen her for over six months because of Glen, she was still my friend. You know sometimes people really surprise me. I mean she had every right not to speak to me because of what I did but all of that was forgotten and she let me stay with her and cry on her shoulder. She came back with me the next day and we cleared out most of my stuff. What we could put in my car anyway. I cancelled all my direct debits to do with the house and cleared out the joint account. That was six months ago and up until two weeks ago I hadn’t heard from him at all.”

Jon moved forward and brushed a soft, warm kiss on her forehead, before placing an arm around her shoulders and allowing her to rest against his chest.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Chapter Eight

Jen walked out of the huge, luxury bathroom and stood, naked, in the doorway. She rubbed the water from her hair and discarded the towel onto the floor. She looked over at Richie. She still had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and that she really was sharing a room with a very naked and very horny Richie Sambora. The slight soreness in her muscles told her that it wasn’t a dream and that she really had been having sex; long, hard sex with the sexiest guy she’d ever known.

She stood in the doorway watching as he softly stroked his huge erection, his eyes hooded and sensual, with a small, wry smile on his lips. His head was cocked to one side and he looked her up and down as she stood, brushing out her long, wet, dark brown hair.

His mahogany tanned skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat that she just ached to lick off as she walked slowly, seductively towards him.

Richie looked at the sexual woman in front of him and slowly fisted his aching erection. She smiled at him, slowly licking her lips as she sashayed over to him.

“Want some help with that?” she motioned to his hard on as it bobbed against his abdomen, as she sat down on the bed next to him.

“Why? What you offering?” he replied, his voice husky with need.

Jen just smiled as she lowered her head to taste the pre cum as it glistened on the tip of him.

“Oh baby.” he whispered, as she took the whole of his erection into her warm, wet mouth.

Jen began to lick and nibble up the hard shaft, her hand pumping him lazily.

Richie reached down and fondled her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Jen moaned, deep in her throat, causing Richie’s penis to jump as the vibration hit his sensitive skin.

She looked up at him, keeping eye contact with him as she licked and sucked him.

He brushed the hair from out of her face and smiled at her, wrapping the long, silky strands around his fist.

He began to whimper, his eyes fully dilated as she went down on him faster and harder, felling the sensitive skin gliding back and forth over his rock hard penis.

Jen looked up at the man she had wanted for so long and felt her heart skip a beat as he lay back against the bedstead, his eyes closed and face flushed. Deep down in her mind she knew she mustn’t get too emotionally involved as it was highly unlikely she would ever see him again after the end of the week but her heart just wasn’t listening and she knew that she had fallen for him. He smiled and she knew she was going to end up getting hurt, one way or another but right now, she didn’t care as she straddled him and impaled herself on him in one swift motion.

Richie’s eyes shot open as he felt her warmth envelop him., he reached out for her hips to steady her as she moved up and down his shaft, her internal muscles fluttering around him as her orgasm neared.

Jen closed her eyes and let her head tip back, trailing her hair along his thighs as she felt her orgasm gathering speed. Sweat glistened over their bodies as she felt the heat pooling between her legs. She could feel her thigh muscles begin to tremble and gasped as Richie grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back before pounding into her hard and fast.

“Oh god.” she moaned as she felt the orgasm travelling up her legs to her spine.

“Oh…oh…yes! Richie! Oh my god!” she screamed as her orgasm exploded within her, the white heat spreading out in concentric circles from her womb. Her internal muscles clenched tightly around him and Richie gave one last grunt before he came, shooting up inside her.

He rolled over onto his side and breathed heavily. Jen smiled at him as she pushed her sweat soaked hair out of her face.

They snuggled into each other and drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Chapter Seven

Deborah opened her eyes and blinked in the darkened room. Something had woken her up. She glanced over at Jen's bed to find it was empty. She wasn't surprised in the least. The four of them had ended up in the downstairs bar of the hotel for a nightcap and the way Jen and Richie had looked at each other, not to mention the way they had held hands and whispered to one another, Deborah wasn't surprised that Jen wasn't in her bed.

She lay there for a moment wondering what had woken her. After the events at the restaurant Deborah hadn't really been in the mood for a nightcap and had only stayed for one before retiring for the night.


She realised the sound she'd heard was a knock on the door and sleepily she got up, switching on the bedside lamp before opening the door. It was probably Jen.

“Have you forgotten your key?” she said, yawning, as she opened the door.

“Er, no as i never had one.”

Deborah blinked owlishly, as she looked at Jon, who was lounging in the doorway with a sheepish look on his face and a small bag in his hands.

“Can i come in?” he asked

“Er, yes. What time is it?" she asked, as he brushed past her and sat down on the small sofa.

"Twoish I think.” Jon replied as he removed his boots, “Oh god that’s better.” he sighed.

Deborah sat down on her bed, suddenly acutely aware of the thinness of her nightwear. She had put on a thin cotton vee necked t shirt to sleep in that was quite worn in places.

She smiled at him. “Have you been kicked out of your room then?” she asked as visions of Jen and Richie doing the dirty floated into her mind.

“Something like that. Actually Richie’s exact words were ‘get out of the room and don’t come back until it stops rocking.’ which, knowing those two, will be sometime next decade. When he’s got the scent in his nose it’s best to just stay out of his way, you know.” he smiled, which turned into a yawn, showing those perfect white teeth and a pink tongue.

“Well I’m sure Jen won’t mind if you have her bed, she’s not exactly using it.” Deborah replied, getting into her bed and pulling the covers up.

“I am so glad you said that as I really didn’t fancy going downstairs and seeing if they had another room, ‘specially since Dave and Teek checked out. I think that room’s already gone. I saw someone going in there as we walked past.” he got up from the sofa and walked towards the small but luxurious bathroom.

“Just gonna take a shower.” he mumbled, opening the buttons on his dark blue shirt.

Deborah gulped as she caught a glimpse of his chest. Jon looked straight at her and smiled as she blushed.

She groaned softly as the bathroom door shut, and pulled the quilt up over her head.

Jon grinned to himself as he showered. He couldn’t believe she’d actually blushed at the sight of his chest. What the hell was she going to do when he came out of the bathroom wearing only a low slung towel?
He didn’t get to find out as when he walked out of the bathroom and switched off the light he found she had drifted back off to sleep.

Shaking his head, he slipped on a loose pair of boxer shorts and sat on the edge of his bed, drying his hair with the towel. He needed to blow dry it otherwise it would look like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards in the morning but didn’t want to wake her again.

Jon got into the comfortable bed and sighed as he laid down. He turned onto his side and watched Deborah sleep for a few moments before he turned out the light.


Jen looked up at Richie and grinned. She’d had about three hours sleep and yet felt on top of the world. Richie had spent most of the night making love to her in ways she had never dreamt of in her wildest dreams. Even thinking back on the nights events had her wet.

She put the key card into the lock and wiggled it a bit, waiting for the green light. Finally it clicked open and she walked into the room she shared with Deborah.
Seeing Deborah and Jon still fast asleep she motioned for Richie to be quiet.

Jon heard movement and woke. It was one of his problems that he was a light sleeper. He sleepily opened his eyes and looked straight at Deborah who seemed to be in the same position she’d been in when he’d fallen asleep. He flexed his fingers and felt his fingertips brush hers. Looking down he saw they had both reached out, during the night, to each other and their fingers were almost touching.

He smiled and was still smiling when Richie and Jen walked out of the bathroom. It took a few moments for his brain to kick in and he stared at them with a puzzled look on his face.

“Hey morning sleepy head.” Richie began.

Jon put a finger across his lips to indicate that Richie should keep the noise down. He motioned to Deborah.

“Hush man, she’s still sleeping.”

“Sorry dude.”

“What are you doing in here? Is one room not enough for you two?” he grinned, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh, we’re just getting Jen’s things. She’s moving in with me.” he said, as Jen began to pack her clothes away.

“Oh? So I’m in here then?”

“Yeah, that’s ok, right?” Richie asked.

“Well yeah, but did you think to ask Debs?”

“Er.” began Richie, a slow blush began to creep along his cheeks.

“S’ok guys, Jon can stay.” a sleepy voice emanated from the bundle of bedclothes that was Deborah.

“Hey babe, sorry. I was trying to get these two elephants to be quiet.” Jon said, in a soft voice.

Deborah pushed the bedclothes off and sat up yawning, totally forgetting about the thin teeshirt and gave both guys a glimpse of her deep cleavage.

Jon glared at Richie who had raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes flashing as he looked, firstly at Deborah and then secondly at Jon.

Deborah stretched, trying to work out some kinks in her neck, totally oblivious to the peep show she was giving the two guys every time she moved. Finally Jon’d had enough of Richie’s lascivious grins.

“Hey Rich? Jen? Take what you’ve got so far and I’ll pop the rest along later. I wanna get some more sleep ok?” the tone was light but Richie could hear the steel beneath and dragged Jen out of the room with a half packed suitcase.

“Morning sweetheart.” he said, turning to Deborah, to find her snuggled back down on the bed.

“Morning Jon. Sleep well?” she asked, still yawning like mad.

“Yes.” he replied, quite surprised as he realised it was the truth. He had slept for a full eight hours, something he hadn’t done in years and he felt really good for it.

Deborah smiled at him and was still smiling when she drifted back into sleep.

Jon just smiled and shook his head. This was going to be just like sharing a room with 'I need my sleep' Richie...well almost...

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Chapter Six

Only a short chapter as I'm meant to be studying....

Deborah ran her hands through her hair, letting her fringe fall back into place. She stared at herself in the small mirror. She was angry and upset. Angry with Glen for contacting her and angry with herself for reacting. Here she was in the most romantic city in the world, with the object of most red blooded women’s fantasies and she was reacting to a text from her ex boyfriend. People would say it proved she wasn’t over him but she knew she was; had been for about six months. Why would he not leave her alone?

Glen had started texting her again about two weeks previously and at first she’d been surprised to hear from him and just a little but glad that things obviously weren’t working out for him and Lisa and she’d text back. Before she knew it he was texting her all day, everyday. She ignored it at first then he called her to see why she wasn’t answering his texts.

She shook her head and, making sure her make up was in place, made her way back up the stairs to the others. She fixed a big smile on her face that, if you looked closely, didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Jon always looked closely.

“Hey babe, how are you?” Jen asked quietly, leaning across the table.

“I’m fine. Listen,” she turned to look at all three of them, “I’m sorry for running off like that and bringing the mood down, it’s just it's my ex and he won’t stop texting me and I guess it just got on top of me, that’s all.”

Jon looked at the slight puffiness around her eyes and his mouth thinned. He reached out to take her hand just as her mobile rang. Before she could react Jon whipped it from her and answered it.


“Hi, is Debs there?”

“She can’t come to the phone right now, can I ask who’s calling?” Jon’s tone was icy.

“Uh, it’s Glen, I really need to talk to her.”

“Ain’t gonna happen.”

“What? Who the hell are you to say that?” Glen asked, irate.

“Her partner, and seeing as you’re only her ex, take my advice and fuck off.” there was the slightest hint of sarcasm in Jon’s controlled tone.

“What?” Glen spluttered, “Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that?”

“Jon Bon Jovi, that’s who I am.” and with that Jon clicked the phone off.

Deborah was like a rabbit in headlights. She didn’t know whether to hug Jon for what he had done or be appalled. She knew what Glen was like and how vindictive he could get when thwarted.

Jen clasped a hand over her mouth to stop the stunned giggles and Richie looked like a proud papa who’s kid had just won the science fair.

Deborah turned to look at Jon and was stunned to see anger on his face.

He handed her mobile back to her and leaned close.

“No one should treat you like shit and get away with it.” he said softly.

Deborah was overwhelmed that someone she barely knew would go out on a limb for her and, as he turned away, she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.” she whispered, holding the mobile close to her.

Jen smiled at the look on Jon’s face when Deborah kissed him and she turned to Richie.

“I think he likes her.” she whispered to her partner in crime.

“I think so too.” he whispered back, running his fingers along her hairline, causing her to shiver.

Jon looked at the two of them as a waiter appeared at their table.

“When you two have stopped messing about, I’d like to order some food,” he said wryly, “ and a bottle of champagne.” he added, smiling. Telling that asshole where to go made him feel good, especially as it had helped Deborah. He wasn’t quite sure what it was about her but he felt like he wanted to protect her at all costs.

The food soon arrived and they tucked in to the beautifully cooked and presented meals.

Monday, 30 March 2009

Chapter Five

Jen looked around the restaurant and smiled. It was lovely and everything Jon had said it would be. Le Wagon Bleu was an old 1927 Orient Express carriage that had been turned into a restaurant and the ambience was just divine. She looked down at the table that had originally been set for six but was now just for four and shrugged ruefully. Before they had left the hotel Tico had taken a call from his wife; his son had been in an accident and was in hospital with a broken leg. Of course Tico had dropped everything and had rushed to the airport to book a flight home. David, having seen that he would be a spare wheel, so to speak, had offered to accompany him. Jon had tried to get him to stay but David had just muttered something about feeling like a foreskin in a Jewish swimming pool and had gone with Tico. Which left the four of them.

Richie had elected to sit next to Jen instead of opposite her as tradition demands as he said he couldn’t exactly run his hands up and down her legs if she was sat opposite him. Jon had just laughed and had sat down next to Deborah.

Jen was quite worried about Deborah. Between going into the bathroom and coming out she had changed. Her demeanour had changed, she had gone quiet but wouldn’t tell Jen what was wrong. Jen knew it had something to do with her mobile as she’d kept looking at it every few minutes whilst getting changed. She looked over at her friend and smiled at her. Deborah smiled back and Jen relaxed a little. Hopefully a good meal and some damn fine conversation and company would bring her out of whatever blue funk she was in.

“So where are we in relation to our hotel?” Jen asked, as she glanced out of the window to the calm, dark Seine River below them.

“Oh it’s not far, although our hotel is in the 6th arrondisement and this place is in the 17th, geographically it’s not far at all. Paris is arranged spirally, like a snail shell, with the Seine going straight through.” Deborah replied, oblivious to the surprised looks two of them were giving her.

“Jeez, did you eat a guide book this morning, or what?” blurted Richie, with a laugh. He’d never met anyone with such a thirst for knowledge before.

“Unlike you man, there are some of us who read.” Jon retorted as Deborah blushed slightly at the guitarists words.

Deborah smiled and stuck her tongue out at Richie. She was feeling a hell of a lot better than she had back at the hotel and was feeling relaxed.

“hey, I didn’t mean it to be an insult but damn, I’m gonna call you Hermione Granger from now on.” Richie said, as he placed a hand on Jen’s thigh.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Have you read many Harry Potter books then?” she said.

“Nah, but Ava’s got them all and if I have to sit through one more damn movie I’m gonna Avada Kedavra my own ass!” he laughed.

They all laughed at the thought of Richie as a wizard.

“Rich man, you’d miss.” Jon drawled.

Jen was trying to study the menu but was finding it hard for two reasons, one being that it was in French and the other was that Richie’s hand was currently at the top of her thigh with one of his fingers pressing down on her clitoris, through her jeans. She knew it was payback for blowing him in an alleyway but it was making her decision making process give up and go back to bed.
Desperately trying not to break out in a sweat, or moan, or give the game away in any way, she surreptitiously closed her legs, trapping his hand, and squeezed, causing a mild shock to race through her system. Thankfully the carriage was darkened with dimmed lighting and candlelight the only illumination as she was sure her eyes were completely dilated.

Richie looked at Jen and smiled. She was something. Most women he’d known would have been embarrassed at what he was doing to her in public, but then again after what she’d done to him in that alleyway he wasn’t really surprised at her wild side and smiled to himself as he pictured her hot, naked body writhing under his later on that evening, and most of the night if he had his way.

“Hey, you ok?” Jon said quietly, turning to Deborah who was studying the menu with a quiet intensity. He’d seen the slight play between Jen and Richie and was quite content to leave them to it. If they got caught it was their business. He’d stopped looking after Richie years ago and now just left him to fuck up in his own unique fashion.

“Yeah, just not sure what I want to eat, that’s all.” she replied, looking up from the menu for a few moments before looking back again.

Jon was perplexed. The sadness in her eyes was back and he was damned if he knew what had caused it. They’d had such a great day, or had seemed to, that he hoped to hell it wasn’t him that was causing it.

He had noticed the surreptitious glances she’d been giving her mobile phone since they’d got there and frowned slightly.

He’d just plucked up the courage, which was a new feeling for him, to ask her what was bothering her when her mobile bleeped. Automatically she picked it up and read the text.

Deborah’s face turned ashen and she dropped the phone with a clatter.

She turned to Jon and, asking him to excuse her, fled past him to the Ladies.

“Gimme her phone Jon. She’s been like that since the hotel. I know she got a text when she was in the bathroom as I heard the beep but she won’t tell me what’s wrong.” Jen said, reaching her hand out for the small silver phone.

“She’s like a different person from today.” Jon said, as he handed the phone over.

Jen read the text out loud to the two men.

“Hey sweetie, you gotta help me with Lisa. She wants to get married and I don’t know what to tell her. I don’t know if I’m ready or not. She keeps turning hot and cold on me. What should I do? I miss your brain! Xx Glen”

She put the phone down, her face devoid of all emotions except one. Anger.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” she ground out.

“Who’s Glen?” Jon asked.

“Her ex, he left her for Lisa.”

“Son of a bitch…” Jon said, his face blank.

Richie recognised Jon’s poker face and knew that Glen was in big trouble.

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Chapter Four

Chapter four

Deborah entered her room and flopped down on the bed. She could hear singing from the bathroom and smiled. She was in desperate need of a coffee. She and Jon had spent so much time wandering around that neither had thought to get coffee and if she was to get through that evening with a smile on her face she needed as much caffeine as she could ingest.

She got up off the really comfy bed and switched the little portable kettle on the nearby table.

“Jen?” she called out



“yes please. I so need coffee, I think I have the hangover from hell and I’ve not even slept yet.” Jen replied, opening the bathroom door and coming back into the bedroom.

Deborah took one look at Jen’s face and gasped. She was glowing.

“What happened to you? You look amazing!”

Jen grinned and flopped down on her bed.

“Oh my god, I did something today I never thought I’d do in a million years.” she was grinning like she couldn’t stop but a red blush started to spread across the skin that wasn’t covered by a towel.

“What?” Deborah asked, looking at her friend who was grinning like a loon.

“I pulled Richie into an alleyway on the way back from the pub and gave him blow job.”

“You did what?!? Oh my god girl I‘m so jealous! You actually gave Richie a blow job.” Deborah laughed, gob smacked at the thought of having any kind of sex in the open air.

“I know, it’s not like me at all but we’d been talking about sex and then I saw the alleyway and I was goddamned horny as hell I just pulled him into the alleyway and…blew away!”

“I’ll say it again, Oh My God!,” Deborah stared at Jen, “What was it like?, I mean with him?”

“”Oh Deborah he is just so sexy, he really is sex on legs and has this amazing natural smell.”

She looked at Deborah.

“Oh you mean his dick?” she said innocently.

“Well d’uh.” Deborah replied, getting up and going over to the balcony door to light a cigarette.

“The rumours are definitely true, he is so well hung I could just about fit him in my mouth.” Jen admitted.

“Wow, and you’ve got a big mouth!” Deborah replied laughing.

Jen just sighed in deep contemplation at having had Richie in her mouth. She glanced at the clock.

“So what about you? Spending all day with Jon. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah we did, not as much as you did obviously, but, yes I had a lovely day. Oh Jen he’s such a sweet bloke, when you get to know the real him and not just the Rock Star Persona. He’s intelligent and can hold a conversation about almost everything, and he’s really funny. I don’t mean “Hey look at me” kind of funny but just dryly witty. He had me in stitches talking about the Venus DeMilo. Yeah, He asked me whether the look on her face was because she couldn’t masturbate, not having any arms. I laughed so much we got told off by security.”

“So where did you go?”

“The Louvre.” Deborah replied, a bit puzzled.

“Just the Louvre? Nowhere else?”

“No. we didn’t have time, according to Jon. But I did drag him t see the Cathedral de Notre Dame on the way back, which he moaned about for a few minutes before I told him to pull his head out of his ass so to speak.”

Jen looked at the older woman, with raised eyebrows.

“You said that to Jon?”

“Well in a manner of speaking. I told him the world wouldn’t end if we were a bit late. I thought he was going to have a full blown panic attack when I said that but he was cool about it. That’s why we’re late.”

“Yes you are and you’d better get in there and have a shower or you’ll make all of us late.” Jen said, smiling as she towel dried her hair.

Jon stood under the hot stream of water and sighed. He’d just been reamed out by Richie for being late and he hadn’t minded. It was a weird feeling being on the receiving end of what he supposed was one of his tantrums but he found that it just went straight over his head. He knew Richie was only joking but it had still been weird. It had taken him back to his childhood and getting told off by his grandma for running in the house.

He was looking forward to dinner and spending some more time talking with Deborah. She was such a sweet person and he’d really enjoyed his day walking around the museum. He grinned as he thought of her managing to get him to relax and enjoy what little bit of Paris he’d managed to see.

A bit tired from lack of caffeine he got out of the shower and went to get dressed.

Monday, 16 March 2009

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Jen was in hog’s heaven. She was shopping for shoes with Richie Sambora. She’d started out shopping with Richie, David and Tico but after the fifth store David and Tico had gotten so bored they’d bid their farewells and had buggered off some place else, leaving her with the man of her dreams and quite a few x rated fantasies.

She held her foot out for Richie to see. She was wearing a strappy silver sandal with a four inch heel which she’d had to pull her jeans leg up to put on. Richie widened his eyes and grabbed hold of her foot, then kneeling down, began to plant sloppy kisses up her leg as far as her jeans would allow.

“Ah mademoiselle, you ave ze most beautiful legs, I zink I will kiss zem forever.” he said in a very loud, fake French accent.

Jen got the giggles which were threatening to overwhelm the tingling feelings she was getting elsewhere as he kissed and fondled her calf.

“Richie!” she snorted, torn between out right laughter and embarrassment as most of the shops patrons turned to see what was happening.

Richie just waggled his eyebrows and outright laughter won as she burst in a fit of giggles.

She knew she wasn’t going to buy them as she could hardly stand in them and wobbling on a pair of heels was such a passion killer.

She removed the shoe and replaced it with her flat boot. Richie got up and held his hand out for her to take.

“Why thank you kind sir.” she said, batting her eyelashes.

He made a kind of bow and crooked his elbow for her to take before leading her out of the shop, both of them dissolving into giggles as they did so.

“So, more shoes?” he asked, really hoping she’d say no. As much as he was enjoying her company even he’d reached his shopping limit. Having been married to an actress he thought he knew what a shopping spree was like but that had been before he’d met Jen.

She looked at his face and saw the unspoken plea in his sexy chocolate eyes.

“Nah, let’s go get a drink.” she said, “Oh sorry, I mean a coffee.” she amended, thinking of his recent problems with alcohol.

“Hey, just cause I can’t drink doesn’t mean you can’t, and I have the feeling you’re a lot more fun after a few. Am I right?”

Jen just pursed her lips, trying to look stern but failing miserably.

“Am I not fun enough for you then Mr Sambora?” she asked as they walked along Boulevard St Germain.

They’d recently passed by a furrier who’d had a puppy fur coat for sale in the window and both had wanted to buy some red paint to throw over the coats so no woman would be tempted to wear it. Because of that Jen needed a drink to get the awful image out of her mind.

“Oh you are fun my lovely but I have the feeling you would be even more fun with a bit of alcohol inside you.” he said, mysteriously, leaving Jen with a hot feeling inside.

They passed by a small bar that had what looked like a stocks and shares computer in the window. Upon closer inspection they realised it was the price of the drinks. The more one particular drink was being drunk the lower the price per unit.

Jen looked at Richie.

Richie looked at Jen.

They smiled at each other and entered the small bar.


“So what do you think of the Mona Lisa?” Jon asked Deborah as they sat down opposite the painting and looked at it.

“It’s never been one of my favourites,” she replied, “the background perspective is all over the place for me and she just looks constipated. It’s not an enigmatic smile at all, she’s asking for ex lax.”

Jon laughed softly. Since they’d gotten into the museum the real Deborah had surfaced as the surrounding artwork had done it’s job and she’d started to relax. They had wandered around for a good few hours, each pointing out to each other some piece of art that captured their eye or was just plainly bizarre. More than once they’d been asked to be a bit quieter and have a bit of respect for the other patrons.

Deborah felt at ease with this man. He was so easy to talk to and once she’d gotten past the persona and discovered John, he was a very funny, deep, introspective man with opinions on almost everything. He was also deeply passionate and she could feel that coming off him in waves as he spoke about the art around them and his music.

Jon smiled at the woman beside him. Once he’d gotten her to relax and open up he discovered a deep side to her that he had the feeling not many saw. She was intelligent and funny in her own way with a deep compassion for other people’s problems. He was beginning to like her.

He looked at his watch. It was 5:45. They’d been in the Louvre all day but it had only seemed like 5 minutes.

“Debs, we’d better go, it’s a quarter to six.” he said, feeling the familiar sense of anxiety surfacing.

“Oh ok.” she replied, seeing his face take on a more serious look.

He took her hand and they walked at a quick pace towards the exit. Once outside Jon kept up the relentless pace as he looked around for either a taxi or a taxi rank.

Deborah kept pace with him but was soon feeling uncomfortably breathless. She pulled her hand from his and stopped. They were on the Voie Georges Pompidou.

“Jon, what’s the hurry? Can’t we slow down a bit?” she asked, puzzled as to why he was rushing.
“Well I said we’d back at six.” he replied

“What time is the table booked for tonight?”

“9pm, why?”

“Three hours? That gives us three hours Jon. We don’t have to rush back plus the hotel isn’t that far away from here. It’s across the Seine and down a bit so why can’t we walk it and enjoy the scenery? What‘s the point of being in Paris otherwise if we don‘t do the touristy things? I‘ve been here many times before and I still find new things every time.”

Deborah could see the internal battle taking place between his Moon in Aries which was never late and had to be in control and his Sun in Pisces which made him a dreamer who wanted to experience different things.

“Is the world really going to end if we’re a bit late back?” she gently chided, before taking his arm and leading him off down the road towards the I’le de la Cite, in the total opposite way from where their hotel was.

As they walked Deborah kept up a running commentary on the surrounding areas.

“Did you know that the I’le de la Cite is one of two natural islands in Paris? The other is right next to it, the I’le Saint-Louis,”

They were crossing the Pont Neuf bridge onto the Island.

“And this bridge is now the oldest bridge in Paris even though it’s called the New Bridge. It was built in about 1607 and commissioned by Henry IV,” she looked at her watch and smiled, “Let’s go and take a peek at Notre Dame. Come on, we’ve got lots of time.” She said, laughing at Jon’s face.

Jon relented and allowed himself to be dragged by the hand long the Quai des Orfevres that would lead them to the Cathedral. He was enjoying himself, regardless of that little internal voice that constantly told him he was going to be late and that others would laugh at him because he wasn’t in control. Jon knew he had a problem with taking control and he hated to be shown up over something. It was why he’d given up acting as he was required to lose himself in a role and he just couldn’t do it. Couldn’t give up control to someone else and run the risk of being ridiculed.

He felt at ease with Deborah though. He instinctively knew she wouldn’t make him feel small or stupid.

They stood looking at the huge edifice, marvelling at the intricacies of the carvings and the stonework.

“Ok, now what?” Jon asked as he looked at the impressive building


“Ok, now what?” slurred Jen as she necked her drink. She had two waiting on the table in front of them. Richie was on his fourth coffee.

“Where was the strangest place you’ve ever had sex?” Richie asked, grinning at the now inebriated woman.

“Erm. On a sand dune at 2am. It was fuckin’ freezing and I was so cold we were only there for about a half hour before we gave up and went inside.” she laughed at the memory, “What about you?”

“In the wings backstage, just before we were due on stage I had some girl go down on me. David had to step over her to get to the keyboards.” he replied

“Ok, I think you win.” Jen was feeling good. The alcohol was flowing and the company was great. She’d almost forgotten who he was, he was so easy to talk to. Her libido popped up to remind her exactly who it was she was having fun with and she squirmed slightly in her seat trying to scratch her itch.

“Hey drink up, it’s ten past five, we’d better not be late. Trust me you don’t wanna see Jon annoyed cause we’re late.”

“He’s so anal!” Jen retorted with a snort as she tried to neck both drinks at the same time but failed dismally.

Richie laughed as he watched her trying to drink from two glasses and then laughed harder as she managed to tip one of them down her front.

He handed her a napkin and watched as she tried to mop up the alcohol.

“ya know darlin’, if I was still drinking I’d’ve licked your shirt by now.”
Jen stilled as his words penetrated the vodka fog and her nipples stood to attention. She could feel heat pooling and squirmed even more.

Richie watched Jen’s eyes dilate and noticed a faint pink blush spread across the top of her chest and grinned to himself. This was going to be an interesting night.

She put her glass down and stood up,

“Come on then, mustn’t be late for Boss man.” Jen held her hand out only to have Richie place six bags of shopping on her arm.

She glared at him, a wry grin on her face as he picked up the remaining bags and they made their way back down the road towards their hotel.


Jon hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. He was having fun just meandering through the back streets, even laughing when Deborah had admitted to taking him the long way round as she’d wanted to walk along The Seine at dusk.

Finally they reached Boulevard Raspail on the corner of Boulevard St Germain and Rue du Bac and entered the lobby of their hotel. The clock said 7:15pm. Laughing they made their over to the front desk to get their keys and then entered the elevator, still holding hands

Sunday, 15 March 2009

Chapter Two

Jon looked around the small but sumptuous foyer of the K+K Cayre Hotel that they had decided to stay in. Usually the band went for a more upmarket hotel but there was some kind of convention happening and most of the bigger hotels, The Ritz included, had been fully booked out. Still being in a smaller hotel gave them all a kind of anonymity they hadn’t had for years as no-one expected them to be there.

David and Richie were taking advantage of the free internet access and he could hear them giggling away like schoolgirls over god knew what. Tico was sat opposite him on a two seater sofa. Being France smoking was still allowed in public spaces and he was puffing away on a cigar.

He could see the Boss man was deep in thought and wondered which one of the two women had caught his eye. He smiled to himself. Jon was quite easy to read, if you knew how, he was only ever serious about two things; Music and women. This time it wasn’t music that was on his mind. Knowing Jon as he did he’d bet $10 it was Deborah that was occupying Jon’s mind. Not that Jen wasn’t nice but she was more Richie’s type - loud, outgoing, fun, whereas Deborah was quieter, more reserved, more apt to be found discussing the latest book she was reading than whooping it up and playing tricks like Jen seemed to have a penchant for. No wonder David and Richie had bonded with her. Now there were three he had to look out for. It was going to be a long week.

The elevator pinged and Jon looked round.

Tico noticed the slight relaxation of Jon’s shoulders as Deborah stepped out of the elevator , followed by Jen and smiled. He knew it was her and had just won $20 from David and Richie.

Jon got up and walked over to the two women. Tico wandered over to the internet access point and dragged the other two away from the interesting sites they’d been looking at. He caught the name of one of them before David clicked it off. It looked to be a story of some kind by someone called Soulgirl. The internet didn’t really interest him so he put it out of his mind.

“Hey you look nice.” Jon said to the two women, his eyes mainly on Deborah.

“Well, I could hardly go out in my PJ’s could I?” she smiled.

Jen looked around for her favourite guitarist and jumped out of her skin when he appeared behind her and grabbed her round the waist, with a deep ‘boo!’

Jon rolled his eyes, unintentionally, a small smile on his face. Normally he was fine with the kind of juvenile behaviour exhibited by two members of the band but for some reason he felt agitated by it.

He cleared his throat and everyone looked at him.

“Right, now we’ve stopped messing about. You lot, “ he said, indicating Richie, David, Tico and Jen, “are going shopping or whatever and Debs and I are off to the Louvre. We need to be back here for about 6 as we’ve got a table booked tonight. OK?”

“yes Boss.” intoned Richie in the manner of Lurch from The Addams Family, which caused Jen and David to go off into fits of giggles.

Jon just put his hands in the air, sighed and grabbing Deborah’s hand, headed out of the hotel and into the cab that was waiting for them.

Deborah settled back in the seat and smiled as Jon got into the cab.

“Ou a?” the cab driver asked.

“Erm,” began Jon before Deborah took over.

“Bonjour M’sieur. Ca va?”

“Ca va” he replied

La Louvre S’il Vous Plait.” she said, fluently.

“Etes-vous en vacances?” the cabbie asked


“Anglais?” he asked, obviously a cab driver who wanted to talk

“Je suis anglais, il est americain” she replied

“Vous etes mari?”

“non, nous ne sommes mariés” she smiled

“vous devriez être, vous semblez bons ensemble” he laughed, coughing as he did, causing ash to spill from his cigarette onto his clothes.

She laughed and turned to a very bemused Jon.

“What was that all about?” he asked, having not followed the conversation passed Bonjour.

“Oh he just asked if we were on holiday, then if we were married, which I said no, so he replied that we ought to be as we look good together, at least I think that’s what he said. My French is a little bit rusty.”

“Hey, it’s better than mine, I was lost after you said Bonjour.” he admitted, laughing at himself. It felt good to be the butt of his own joke. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken the piss out of himself. It was one of the reasons he was now divorced. He’d started to take himself way too seriously and Dot’d just had enough. The marriage had gone way past the point of being saved and he’d agreed to a divorce.

Deborah looked at him and laughed. It felt good to laugh, especially after the breakdown of her relationship. They’d been together for seven years and she had been certain he was the one but it had seemed that he’d had other plans in mind. One of them involving leaving her for a younger woman.

Jon and Deborah settled back and enjoyed the cab ride. The museum wasn’t far from their hotel but they still had a couple of hairy moments driving along Place de la Concord, with cars appearing out of no-where. Debs had grabbed Jon’s hand and held on for dear life as a bike appeared out of thin air and almost side swiped their car. Surprisingly Jon needed no translation to understand the language that came out of their drivers mouth at the time.

Jon looked down at their entwined hands and smiled to himself. After the bike incident Debs had forgotten to let go and it felt so natural he’d left her hand there.

Debs looked down and saw they were still holding hands. She was surprised that he hadn’t pulled his hand away but it felt so nice to have a human touch that she didn’t want to draw attention to it.

All too soon they were outside the big glass pyramid, made famous by the Da Vinci Code, that was the entrance to the museum. Jon paid the driver and they got out, still holding hands. Debs wondered how they could break apart without it being awkward. She had an idea and, dropping his hand, reached into her bag for a cigarette.

Jon smiled. He had been wondering how to stop holding hands without it being too obvious. Not that he wanted to but he needed a cigarette and also to get some more cash out of his pocket but didn’t want her to feel embarrassed.

Jon lit his cigarette and exhaled noisily. There weren’t too many people around, which was good as the last thing he wanted was to be noticed and photographed. He pulled his cap down to hide his face and burrowed down into the denim jacket he was wearing.

Deborah looked at him, puzzled until she realised what he was doing.

“You know if you continue to do that people will notice you.” she leaned over and whispered to him.

“What?” he said

“By trying to be inconspicuous, you’re actually drawing attention to yourself. If you stand normally and just relax, you’ll just look like any other Joe Bloggs in the queue.”

He looked at her, as her words hit home. He smiled ruefully. Of course, all his fans knew what he looked like incognito and they’d be on the look out for that. They wouldn’t be expecting him to just be standing there like an ordinary guy. He raised one eyebrow and smiled at her.

“You’re really quite clever aren’t you?” he said, in a way that she knew he wasn’t being condescending.
“Yeah, not bad for a woman.” she retorted, as they made their way into the museum.

Chapter One

Deborah sat and looked out at the view in front of her. Tall off - white and grey roofed buildings surrounded her with the Eiffel Tower in the distance to the left of her and the Sacre Coeur in the distance to the right. Paris really was a beautiful city. She sat on the little balcony of the room she was sharing and sighed. She could hear laughter coming from inside the room and knew she ought be feel something more than she was, after all it wasn’t everyday a girl won a competition to spend a week in her favourite city with her favourite band. She could hear Jen laughing at one of them. She smiled, it was probably at something David had said. Honestly since the two of them had met it was like having 5 year old twins. Both were determined to out do the other with complete silliness. They had bonded like siblings as well and had spent the first hour after meeting bickering with each other over the smallest things.

Deborah smiled as she thought of her Jovi Sister, Jen, aka Hathor aka The Goddess Hathor, or Hath to her friends. They had been online friends for ages and had bonded over a shared love of a certain darksider. When Deborah had won the competition there was only one person she could think of to invite. Jen had jumped at the chance, literally. Debs had watched her via webcam and had laughed herself silly at the sight of Jen jumping around her front room, her long dark hair going all over the place as she screamed herself silly. That had been a week ago and now here they were. Their first proper day in Paris. They had met the guys the previous night for a short time as both were suffering from travel lag. Jen had flown from the States and Debs had caught the Eurostar from Euston.

Right now she was the envy of millions of women worldwide, so why did she feel so down? She took another drag of her cigarette and exhaled noisily.

“Hey, mind if I pinch one?”

Deb jumped slightly, brought out of her reverie by that familiar whisky-honey voice.

“No, go ahead. They’re menthol though so you might not like them.”

Jon screwed up his nose in distaste.

“S’ok, think I’ll pass.” he smiled his killer smile and sat down next to her, taking out his own packet of cigarettes and putting them on the glass table.

Debs smiled at this.

“So you’ve got your own but just thought you’d pinch mine instead?”

He just smiled back, somewhat sheepishly but she could see the impish look in his crystal blue eyes and laughed.

“So what would you like to do today?” he asked.

Jon had been against the idea of having a competition allowing 2 people into the inner sanctum of the Jovi family at first. He was extremely protective of his inner circle, family and friends alike and was loathe to admit anyone new into it. His road crew had been with him and the guys for years yet he was still reserved with a few of them. Even though each person had signed a confidentiality clause and was unwaveringly loyal to the band and to him in particular he still found it hard to let go and just be him around them. It had taken the guys arguing with him and a particularly lengthy and very legal confidentiality document with so many clauses even his eyes had boggled before he had agreed to it. One thing he had been annoyed at was that it was to take place in the one week that he and guys had off. He had pencilled in that he was going to get away from it all for that week but alas, for him, it was not to be.

He looked over at the winner, Debs and studied her. She wasn’t bad looking, quite cute actually with long red hair that was obviously dyed but it suited her. She was quite short and slim but had curves in all the right places and a little belly that he’d glimpsed the previous evening when she’d stretched, fighting off a yawn. He’d thought it was nice that in this day and age there was a woman who wasn’t afraid to have a little bit of a belly.

‘Something to grab hold of.’ his eyes widened as the thought flashed across his mind.

‘Whoa, where did that come from?’ he thought.

His divorce had not long come through and whilst he appreciated looking he wasn’t in the mood to touch.

A loud laugh made both of them look back towards to suite that the two women were sharing.


They said simultaneously, catching each other’s eye.

Deborah smiled at the blond man sitting next to her. She’d been so nervous of meeting the guys that she’d hardly eaten the week before. She’d lost a few pounds in weight but couldn’t get rid of her belly, much to her annoyance. She looked at the models in magazines and actresses both on screen and on TV and was jealous of their flat stomachs and size zero physiques. Although she was slim, being a US size 4 she felt that men were looking for a flat stomach and toned arms, which she didn’t have. At least that’s what her ex boyfriend had told her over and over again, until he’d left her for a younger woman.

“What I’d really like to do is go to the Louvre, I just want to take it easy today and spend some time wandering around looking at the paintings. They calm me down.” she replied, a hint of sadness in her voice

“Calm you down?” he asked, softly.

“Yeah, when I’m stressed.” she replied, thinking he had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen on anyone.

“What’s stressing you?” he began, “Sorry, none of my business, but if you wanna talk I’m listening.” he smiled, suddenly wanting to make her smile again.

Which she did.

Jon finished his cigarette and got up from the small table.

“Hang here for a moment I’m just gonna see what Jen wants to do.”he moved towards the door, “Or who.” he finished, muttering under his breath with a smile.

Debs laughed softly at his apt description of Jen’s feelings towards a certain lead guitarist.

She was still laughing when Jen came out to join her.

Jen was still stoked that Debs had asked her along for the trip, but as Debs had said, Jen was the first person who’d taken the time to get to know her when she’d joined the sisterhood and it was a no-brainer.

Jen sat down in the recently vacated chair and smiled.

“So what were you all laughing at in there?” Debs asked, taking another cigarette out of the packet.

“Oh just something David and Rich were doing. You know those two. Give ‘em half a chance and they’ll do their double act. I still laugh at Rich’s impression of the Monster of the Black Lagoon from Access all Areas.”

“Yeah, me too. That’s when I started to like him. He made me laugh.” Debs said

“Makes me hot too.” Jen laughed, her beautiful brown eyes sparkling in the early morning sunshine of a perfect June day.

Jen got up and moved to the balcony, leaning on it.

“I dunno what those guys are up to but they kicked me out so’s they could talk. Jon just asked me what I wanted to do today then kicked me out. Cheek of the man! If he didn’t have such a perfectly formed ass I’d kick it!” she laughed, leaning over the balcony, letting the slight breeze blow through her dark locks.

Debs liked this side of Jen. She was in her ‘up for anything’ mood, dressed in her favourite skinny blue jeans, a tight black v necked tee shirt and flat boots, with bangles up one arm and a huge silver watch on the other. Like Debs, Jen had a curvy albeit fuller figure with the curves in the right places.

Jon poked his head around the sliding door and motioned the two women inside.

Ok, we’ve talked.” he said, motioning to the others who were lounging around the suite, with Richie stretched out on Jen’s bed and David lolling around on Debs’. Tico was stretched out the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table.

“Three of us are going shopping with Jen and one of us wants to go to the Louvre with Debs, so hurry up and get ready you two and we’ll meet you down in the lobby in 45 minutes.”

“But I’m ready.” Jen said, sticking out a boot clad foot.

“Yes, you are. But Debs? She’s still in her PJ’s.” he grinned as the guys got up and walked over to the door.

Debs at least had the grace to blush as she looked down at her tank top and shorts set with the logo “Gorgeous but grumpy” emblazoned across the top.