Chapter Thirteen

She rolled over as sunlight sliced across her body, twisted in cotton. Shielding her eyes from the light and groaned. Curious midnight blue eyes were propped up on his side by elbow.



“Can I help?” her eyes darted when his fingers started to trail up her abdomen.



“You can, very much.”



She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. “Seriously? Three times last night and you want more?” She wriggled up against the pillows and patted his belly. “You’re just a little horn dog aren’t you?”



Jon chuckled and rolled onto his back, bands of sunlight bounced off his skin.



“Pot Kettle black much?” he snorted and scratched his chest.



She let her hair scatter her shoulders and pulled her knees up to her chest. “I don’t hear you complaining Mr Bongiovi.” God she needed to work today, her toes twitched and her hands couldn’t keep still.



Glass. She needed her glass. Her eyes fell to his chest that had a likeness to glass, so smooth and crisp. And like glass, she could easily sculpt him.


“You’re working today?” she asked without answering his teasing jab.



He sat up and laughed. “You really want to get rid of me don’t you?”



“No it’s not that – I just need to work.”



He swept her hair back from her face. “Ok, ok I can get that. What are you doing tonight?”



She raised her eyebrow and smirked, “no other plans huh?” Something was niggling inside of her, was he becoming too dependent on her? For just a fling.



“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. “But if you don’t want it – then I can just leave it.”



She cocked her eyebrow and laughed. “Oh really – you want to surprise me?” she leaned back and crossed her arms. “I’m listening.” He tugged on his jeans and buttoned his fly.



“Yup, but if you don’t want to…” he said nonchalantly as he found his shirt.



She swaddled herself in her sheet and stepped off the bed and plucked a clip off her dresser, bunching her hair up in a messy knot. “Maybe – tell me more. What does it involve?”



He shook his head as he did the buttons up to his shirt. “You know, not every guy would fall for this you know…”



“So what does that tell you Jersey?”



He laughed, “ohh pulling out the geographical nicknames now are we?”


She knew what he meant, she played too much. Most guys got bored with it, especially when they always wanted more. It was just who she was.



Pulling on his boots he grabbed his leather jacket and tucked it over his arm. “It tells me, I’m either an idiot – or” he pretended to fall deep into thought, so much she snorted. “Or –“ he came towards her and pulled her in close, cheek to cheek as his breath danced down the long line of her neck.


She’d let him have this one moment, one moment to think he was intimidating her.



He pressed his lips hard against her ear, “or that I like the sex too much.” She pulled back and watched his eyes sparkle. Flicking his nose she winked.



“Yeah, you’re not too bad at all.”



She went to stand back but his fingers dug into her elbows.



“Not what you said last night,” he let his fingers draw up her arms and around her neck. “And this morning,” punctuating the sentence with a kiss.



She pressed herself into him letting the sheet slip down between them, her hands found the tuffs at the nape of his neck. “You can’t stand not being the best, can you?” he didn’t, she imagined it was how he operated in his music world as well.



“Nope, because I know I’m the best.” His kiss was simple, his taste still of her and he smelled of spice and sex.



Her eyes flicked up back to his, “well we’ll see about that. I might need some convincing – now what…” she tapped his nose again, “is my surprise?”



“Not till you tell me I am the best.” He nipped at her lower lip, dragging her in closer.



“No, if you want to be the best, You gotta work for it baby…” Blue eyes locked down her own. He was fun, easy to rile up and she already knew him so well. “And…” she fingered at the opening of his shirt. “If you want more chances to find out – you’re going to have to tell me what the surprise is.”



“Oh don’t you even think about blackmailing me Colby Henderson. You won’t get very far doing that.”



She reached down and cupped him gently. “Who said I was blackmailing you specifically?”



He growled and his eyes narrowed. “You know I hate you, right?”



“You hate that you can’t leave me here, that’s what you hate. Am I right?” He was right, any other guy would have left by now. But his circumstances suited them both.



He didn’t answer, instead he kissed her hard, his lips crashing into hers and his arms constricted tightly around her. He sucked her breath from her lungs until she couldn’t breathe.



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He pulled away from her, cursing himself that he was still here. She’d woken up obviously in some kind of mood, and now again. He was here – under her spell. Why? She was like a lucky dip sometimes, you just never knew what you were going to get.


Maybe that was the thing that drew him to her the most, his marriage and his life had become so predictable – same shit, different day – same damn argument. Colby was so different than Dot. God, you couldn’t even compare them. Apple and Oranges wasn’t even close.



He needed to be around people like her.



Time to get your balls back, she’s just a woman. Come on.



“We’re going out tonight. I’ve been asked to attend a dinner for the record company I’m planning on making my solo record with, and I want you to be my date.”



She stepped back. “Date, date?”



He nodded, “Date, date.”



“Well, I have to say I’m intrigued to see what business Jon is like. Compared to horny frustrated Jon,” She pressed her finger against her lips, hiding the grin that was breaking.



“What makes you think we’re any—hey, I’m not horny and frustrated.”



“What ever you say.”

“Do you want to come or not?” That wasn’t the actual surprise. The actual surprise was that he was set to perform a set of acoustic songs for the execs. She would see him perform in his element. It was only fair, he’d watched her couple of times in hers. He wanted her to see him in his.



He’d been not planning to ask her along. The rumour mill was already working overtime with his separation and divorce looming, and turning up on the arm of someone completely new was going to draw attention not only to himself but to Colby.



“Alright, I don’t think I’m busy.”



He rolled his eyes, “well I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything your highness.”



She reached over and grabbed her robe, cinching it around her waist. “So this is a formal occasion then?”



“Sure, a nice sexy dress – All Colby like. And heels.” He grinned, he loved heels. Something about a woman’s legs that needed to be shown off, and Colby was no exception. She had killer legs.



He swallowed and raked his hand through his hair, “There will be press there, so there will probably be a few questions. But we can ignore those.”



“Ohh, so I can be the mystery lady, the mistress even?” she winked.



“Really? Doesn’t worry you? They can be pretty ruthless.” Of course it didn’t worry her, she was Colby. She never cared to what people thought of her.



“Nope,” she grabbed one of the towels off her pile of clean laundry. How she knew which was which in the state of the room was a mystery. Organised Chaos. That was her.



She stopped at the sliding door to the bathroom, and turned around. “So – if you’re picking me up make sure we have bubbles in the car for on the way.”



“Of course, I am here only to serve you obviously.” He bowed. Of course, what Colby wants, it Colby got. He laughed to himself as he left her there in her bedroom. No goodbye kiss, no sweet goodbye. Just give me the champagne.



“Ok, pick you up about 7 – see you then hussy.” He grabbed the rest of his things and headed out of her apartment. Careful to not trip over the deluge.



It felt like days later when he finally arrived at her door just before seven, with the driver waiting and a bucket of champagne resting on ice in the backseat just as her ladyship had requested. Flicking the end of his cigarette away he tapped his knuckles against the large glass door.



His attention turned to the lit staircase that flowed down into the reception area. One strappy black heel, followed by the other. Long creamy legs split through black satin as she came into full view. The dress was simple. Strapless and nearly reached the floor. With understated elegance she wore a long string of red glass beads and her hair was twisted up in a matching glass clasp.


She looked incredible.



She grinned as she unlocked the door. “Right on time, too.”



He stepped in and dragged her closer to him. All the small nerves he might have had taking her to such a public function. It just wasn’t his style to flash his personal life around. They’d vanished as he took in the intriguing beauty of this woman.


“You look incredible, Colby –“ he shook his head. “You continue to surprise me.” He tucked a loose strand back from her face and pressed his lips against hers.


She leaned back into his kiss and fluttered her eyelashes, “good – the day I stop doing that is the day we get boring.” She linked her arms through his and he helped her down the cobblestone steps to where the car was waiting.



“After you Ms Henderson,” he followed her in and hissed when red lace peeked from under the top of her dress.

“Strapless bra,” she winked.



He swallowed as the driver closed the door behind him and leaned down for the wine she requested. “Red? Like your bling, it’s cute.” He popped the cork and poured her a glass.



She took it and a long sip, “if it’s just cute, then I am disappointed.”



He poured himself a glass and laughed. “Oh it’s more than just cute Colby.” He jammed in the cork and dropped the wine back into the bucket. Clinking her glass he smiled, “but I am trying to behave around you. You know just this once.”



God knows his cock would thank him for that.



She tapped his glass with hers, “to behaving ourselves then.”



Jon took a sip and leaned back. Fuck she was gorgeous tonight. He should have thought this over a little better. This was going to be hell watching her try and be all demure, when he knew perfectly well what was under all that. Was not.



It was so going to be a long night.