Chapter 2

Emma was in heaven, the girls where out at a Valentines dance so peace ensued. Here she was, hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, tattered grey joggers on, an old Jovi t-shirt, circa ‘These Day’. Curled up in front of the fire, jack in one hand, popcorn in the other. Chocolate on stand by just in case of a sugar emergency, and there probably would be. She had the dvd in, Blade, and the other two of the trilogy ready to go after this one! Woohooo mommy time! Big thick fluffy purple socks, with bright lime green slippers. Damn she looked like David on stage. This made her laugh her ass off!

Bless him, he’d rung not long ago, and she’d thanked him for the beautiful blood red roses that now sat on the mantle piece. What a wonderful man. Cept when the little shit was trying to fix her up!

He’d asked her what she was up to, and she’d told him. She’d had to hold the phone from her ear when she told him what she looked like! Sexy, he’d said, she’d told him to fuck off. He’d said you might want to gussy up as you never know what could happen on Valentines Day; her turn to laugh. Pigs might fly came to mind!

The opening credits started in, she snuggled into the big comfy couch and got ready to ……………Shit! The doorbell! If it was David taking the piss, his ass would be kicked down the path.

She slammed the breaks on the DVD, and muttering dire threats under her breath headed towards the front door.

A quick glance in the hall mirror had her snorting unladylike. Someone was in for a hell of a shock. She grinned.

Grasping the doorknob she unlocked the door and threw it open, ‘What jackass lost your key …………………… holy fuck!’ Her eyes bugged out of her head when she realised is wasn’t David, but a tall dark handsome as sin stranger. Well not really a stranger, she’d known him since David had joined the band, but didn’t know him. There stood the man she’d drooled over, and had very erotic dreams of. Richie bloody Sambora!

Fuck!

‘Well darlin, it’s well known that I’m holy shit, Jon’s the fuck!’ Richie smiled. He took in everything about the woman who threw the door open. Obviously she thought he was someone else. Damn his eyes caught the fuzzy purple socks and the gaudy green slippers, David would have been proud. He smiled, and then it blossomed into a big grin.

He was met with the door being slammed closed in his face. What the hell? What happened? He rang the bell again; nothing! So he leaned on it, she’d either open the door or cut the wire, whatever, he wasn’t going anywhere!