Emma looked at Richie; damn he really was handsome as sin. Her brain threw up several sins she’d like to commit with him before she could stop it. ‘Some use you were.’
‘Hell darlin, there was no way in hell I was butting in on you. You’d have ripped me a new one. Shit woman, do you realise I’ve never seen those guys that whipped! Freakin priceless.’ He turned his charm on, and Emma could feel her knees beginning to buckle.
‘I think we’d better start this evening off again, what do you say Emma.’ Hearing her name said by him, he’d dropped it several octaves, she shivered.
Her brain seized up for a second, and then kicked back in, ‘Yeah ok.’
He moved her so she was once again stood in the door way. Emma frowned.
‘Good evening mam, my names Richie, and I’ve been chosen to be your Valentine surprise for the evening.’ He held the roses and chocolates towards her. She realised they were white ones, David no doubt.
Taking them from him she buried her nose in them, ‘There beautiful, my favourite actually. Did Joker tell you?’
‘They are, no he didn’t. He told me a little about you and I thought you seemed like a woman who’d appreciate white roses.’ He smiled down at her. Leaning down he brushed a gentle kiss across her lips, ‘Nice to finally meet you Emma, they should have strong-armed me sooner.’ She tasted vaguely of jack.
Emma forgot her name. Holy fuck he’d kissed her, she could now die a happy woman! She realised he was waiting for her to respond to him, well verbally as her body was already on alert. ‘Hey Richie it’s nice to meet you too. I’m sorry I didn’t want to meet you before, well I did we just never made the same place or time.’ She laughed. ‘But I didn’t want you to feel obligated to take me on a date, because I was a friend of David’s.’ She gave a self depicting smile.
They both laughed and relaxed. ‘Why don’t you bring that champagne in and we can have a drink. Please excuse the way I look, I really wasn’t expecting a rock star to turn up on my doorstep.’ She laughed again. ‘Anyone would think I’d raided David’s wardrobe.’
Richie laughed; he’d thought the same thing. ‘Well darlin, what were you doing before I interrupted you?’ He closed the door behind him and walked into her inviting home.
She laughed and took him into the lounge, showing him the paused picture on the screen, a glass of jack, popcorn and a slab of chocolate there too, he laughed. ‘What’s the film?’
‘I was going for the Blade trilogy.’ She looked longingly at her favourite film.
Richie shucked his jacket off, revealing a snug black t-shirt and tight jeans. Emma swallowed. If he’s not careful I might just jump him! ‘Damn a woman after my own heart.’ He sat in one corner of the couch, and looked questioningly at her.
‘You mean you want to watch it with me?’ She couldn’t believe for a minute he would.
He reached up and pulled her down onto the couch, reaching over her, his lips near her ear; he swiped the bowl of popcorn and started to shovel it into his mouth. ‘Yeah.’ He grinned at her, she smelt good.
In a daze she reached for the remote, just as her cell beeped with a text. Looking at it she laughed, and then showed Richie. It read:-
‘Shorty, hope u lk yr VD pres. We not sorry, u NEED man and R is it!’ It was signed the three stooges.
Richie’s cell went off. Grinning he pulled it out and flipped it open. His read:-
‘U fuck this up, yr a dead man!’ Showing Emma they both snorted and laughed at their friends.
They settled back, ‘Hey stop hogging the corn Sambora?’ Emma couldn’t reach it as he’d put it on his table. And unless she wanted to scoot over to his side then crawl over him to get it, she couldn’t. Shit, brain slammed to a stop at the tableau she painted of her crawling over him. Damn it got hot in there!
‘Well if you move closer you should reach it.’ His grin was pure evil; she prayed he wasn’t a mind reader.
‘If you where a gentleman you’d put it in the middle of the couch.’ She squeaked as he reached over, and hauled her to his side. He was sat at an angle now, and Emma tucked under his arm, leaning back into him; his hand hanging lazily near her breast, playing with her hair. Shit!
He put the bowl on her lap. ‘Honey, I’ve never attested to being a gentleman.’ His other hand was burrowing into the bowl, hitting the bottom directly over her. She could feel his fingers scrabbling for the corn. She was dying slowly by desire.
She finally pressed the start button again. After ten minutes or so they both became engrossed in the film.
Richie lent down to here ear, ‘Em, happy valentines day darling.’
She shivered, yes it was.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Chapter 4
David knew that look; he was in deep shit; from both of them. Jon shoved him again. Well fuck he couldn’t help it. He’d dialled Em’s number before he could think, when he’d seen the door slammed in Richie’s face. They’d heard the slam from down the driveway.
‘Well, well, well the three stooges!’ Emma let her self go, ‘What the fuck were you thinking? Seriously, did you think?’ She waved her hand in front of the guys’ faces. ‘Oh from the look of it you weren’t bloody thinking!’ She whirled to David; he flinched as she pulled back and thumped him straight in the arm, deadening it. She always managed to hit the right place. He said nothing; he didn’t have a death wish!
‘You shit! After all these years have you learned nothing about me?? Well? Springing someone on my doorstep, have you finally lost you mind in all those curls?’ She smacked him upside his head, ‘Yup there’s the hollow sound.’ Jon and Tico snickered.
‘And don’t you two think you’re getting away scott free!’ She flicked them both on the forehead, making them yelp. ‘You two should have known better! He’s the resident idiot! Christ Bongiovi, Torres why the hell didn’t you veto this plan of his?’ She looked, waiting for an answer.
Richie was dying. If he had to hold the laughter in much longer he’d be a goner. She was a sight to behold. He watched David surreptitiously try to move his arm, damn she’d hit him good. Now he watched Jon and Teek squirm like teenagers in front of their moms. Lord he wished he’d got a video camera.
‘Darl …………’ was all that Jon got out.
‘Don’t you darlin me asshole! He’s been bitching at me for months to meet Richie, and so have you. You’re supposed to be the damn brains of the operation! And you let the lunatic lead. Well hell, let’s go further shall we, let’s put him up for governor!’
Richie had never seen Jon so subdued. Tico wouldn’t even look at her. He coughed to cover his bark of laughter. David gave him a pleading look. Aw fuck! No he didn’t want to rescue them, he was having fun.
‘So you thought it’d be funny to send this poor innocent man.’ Emma nearly choked on that bit. ‘Here, not knowing you’d follow him, and behave like juvenile delinquents. You should all be ashamed of yourselves!’ All three stood chastised. ‘Now bugger off home before I really loose my temper!’
They whispered sorry to Emma and Richie, who tried to look pissed, but didn’t really pull it off. Quickly, before she went off again, they slunk off back to the car.
‘Well, well, well the three stooges!’ Emma let her self go, ‘What the fuck were you thinking? Seriously, did you think?’ She waved her hand in front of the guys’ faces. ‘Oh from the look of it you weren’t bloody thinking!’ She whirled to David; he flinched as she pulled back and thumped him straight in the arm, deadening it. She always managed to hit the right place. He said nothing; he didn’t have a death wish!
‘You shit! After all these years have you learned nothing about me?? Well? Springing someone on my doorstep, have you finally lost you mind in all those curls?’ She smacked him upside his head, ‘Yup there’s the hollow sound.’ Jon and Tico snickered.
‘And don’t you two think you’re getting away scott free!’ She flicked them both on the forehead, making them yelp. ‘You two should have known better! He’s the resident idiot! Christ Bongiovi, Torres why the hell didn’t you veto this plan of his?’ She looked, waiting for an answer.
Richie was dying. If he had to hold the laughter in much longer he’d be a goner. She was a sight to behold. He watched David surreptitiously try to move his arm, damn she’d hit him good. Now he watched Jon and Teek squirm like teenagers in front of their moms. Lord he wished he’d got a video camera.
‘Darl …………’ was all that Jon got out.
‘Don’t you darlin me asshole! He’s been bitching at me for months to meet Richie, and so have you. You’re supposed to be the damn brains of the operation! And you let the lunatic lead. Well hell, let’s go further shall we, let’s put him up for governor!’
Richie had never seen Jon so subdued. Tico wouldn’t even look at her. He coughed to cover his bark of laughter. David gave him a pleading look. Aw fuck! No he didn’t want to rescue them, he was having fun.
‘So you thought it’d be funny to send this poor innocent man.’ Emma nearly choked on that bit. ‘Here, not knowing you’d follow him, and behave like juvenile delinquents. You should all be ashamed of yourselves!’ All three stood chastised. ‘Now bugger off home before I really loose my temper!’
They whispered sorry to Emma and Richie, who tried to look pissed, but didn’t really pull it off. Quickly, before she went off again, they slunk off back to the car.
Chapter 3
Oh my fuckin good god! I’ve got to be in a nightmare! I can’t be awake. Richie Sambora can’t be outside my door, and me looking like a reject from the nuthouse!
She looked in the mirror again and groaned loudly. Then jumped six foot into the air as the bell rang again, and carried on going. Well frak looks like he wasn’t giving up and going away.
Swearing up one side and down the other that she’d have David’s balls for earrings she ripped the band out of her hair, and reached for the door again.
Opening it she smiled coolly, ‘Sorry the door slipped.’ Trying to look innocent, it didn’t work.
‘Yeah, that was one hell of a slip darlin.’ Richie realised she’d taken her hair down, damn straight to his libido!
The phone rang, Emma nearly jumped out of the skin.
‘Excuse me I need to answer that.’ She turned leaving him on the doorstep. But this time the door was open, and Richie took advantage of it to watch her hips sway as she went to grab the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Why the fuck did you slam the door in his face shorty?’ The pissed voice of David demanded she could hear groans in the background.
She whirled and walked to the door, Richie still stood there flowers and champagne in hand looking totally confused. She pushed him to one side, ‘Where the fuck are you? What the hell are you playing at?’ There was steam coming out of her ears. Richie had no idea what was going on, but damn she was gorgeous when riled. ‘David Bryan Rashbaum, you and your friends show yourself right now Mr!’
On the other end of the phone she could hear someone, ‘Fuck it Dave why the hell did you ring her!! She’s so pissed now she’s gone to mom speak! Fuck you moron!’ It sounded like Jon, but she wasn’t sure.
‘Huh darlin, what’s going on?’ Richie tentatively asked.
‘Now Rashbaum! Oh come on you’ve got to be in on this asinine joke!’ She whipped her head about, hair flying, damn she was so freaking pissed at David. She snapped the off button of the phone and folded her arms, foot tapping.
‘What joke?? Darlin do you seriously think at my age, I’d turn up on your doorstep; not knowing you from Eve, to pull a joke on you?? I thought David was back at Jon’s. You’re telling me their here somewhere watchin? Bastards!’ Richie could feel his temper starting to boil. They’d done it, they’d set him up to watch him wipe out. FUCK!
They both turned at the sound of car doors shutting, and someone bitching at someone else. There walking from several cars up came David, Jon and Tico, heads down, tail between their legs walk.
Emma turned away and quickly smirked and composed herself. Looking up at Richie she saw him do the same. God you could drown in the sea of chocolate that were his eyes. ‘Well, how pissed are we going to be at them?’ She grinned looking back at the slow procession of men shoving and pushing each other up her driveway.
Richie smiled down at her, got she was cute. ‘Well I think they should suffer a fair bit, emotional distress it’s caused to both of us.’ He grinned evilly.
Both refolding their arms over their chests, they waited with a straight set face. ‘Ladies first honey.’ He tossed out just as the guys reached the steps.
She looked in the mirror again and groaned loudly. Then jumped six foot into the air as the bell rang again, and carried on going. Well frak looks like he wasn’t giving up and going away.
Swearing up one side and down the other that she’d have David’s balls for earrings she ripped the band out of her hair, and reached for the door again.
Opening it she smiled coolly, ‘Sorry the door slipped.’ Trying to look innocent, it didn’t work.
‘Yeah, that was one hell of a slip darlin.’ Richie realised she’d taken her hair down, damn straight to his libido!
The phone rang, Emma nearly jumped out of the skin.
‘Excuse me I need to answer that.’ She turned leaving him on the doorstep. But this time the door was open, and Richie took advantage of it to watch her hips sway as she went to grab the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Why the fuck did you slam the door in his face shorty?’ The pissed voice of David demanded she could hear groans in the background.
She whirled and walked to the door, Richie still stood there flowers and champagne in hand looking totally confused. She pushed him to one side, ‘Where the fuck are you? What the hell are you playing at?’ There was steam coming out of her ears. Richie had no idea what was going on, but damn she was gorgeous when riled. ‘David Bryan Rashbaum, you and your friends show yourself right now Mr!’
On the other end of the phone she could hear someone, ‘Fuck it Dave why the hell did you ring her!! She’s so pissed now she’s gone to mom speak! Fuck you moron!’ It sounded like Jon, but she wasn’t sure.
‘Huh darlin, what’s going on?’ Richie tentatively asked.
‘Now Rashbaum! Oh come on you’ve got to be in on this asinine joke!’ She whipped her head about, hair flying, damn she was so freaking pissed at David. She snapped the off button of the phone and folded her arms, foot tapping.
‘What joke?? Darlin do you seriously think at my age, I’d turn up on your doorstep; not knowing you from Eve, to pull a joke on you?? I thought David was back at Jon’s. You’re telling me their here somewhere watchin? Bastards!’ Richie could feel his temper starting to boil. They’d done it, they’d set him up to watch him wipe out. FUCK!
They both turned at the sound of car doors shutting, and someone bitching at someone else. There walking from several cars up came David, Jon and Tico, heads down, tail between their legs walk.
Emma turned away and quickly smirked and composed herself. Looking up at Richie she saw him do the same. God you could drown in the sea of chocolate that were his eyes. ‘Well, how pissed are we going to be at them?’ She grinned looking back at the slow procession of men shoving and pushing each other up her driveway.
Richie smiled down at her, got she was cute. ‘Well I think they should suffer a fair bit, emotional distress it’s caused to both of us.’ He grinned evilly.
Both refolding their arms over their chests, they waited with a straight set face. ‘Ladies first honey.’ He tossed out just as the guys reached the steps.
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!
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!
Chapter 1
Well here he was! Outside a total strangers door.
He kept waiting for the rest of the guys to jump out and start taking the piss.
How the hell he’d been talked into doing this was still a mystery.
All they’d said was ‘It’s gonna be Valentines day soon, and you really need to have a date!’
That was it, the scary bit was that the woman he was about to meet had no fuckin idea he was landing on her doorstep. This woman, Emma, was a friend of, god how this choked him, David’s.
Turns out the rest of em had been trying to throw them together for over a year, and something always got in the way. The rest of the guys had met Emma on more than one occasion, but Richie never had. They all said she was a wonderful woman. Jon had told him he need a woman, and Emma was just perfect for him. Richie had snorted at this and told them all to leave him the hell alone. They hadn’t!
They’d made his life a living fuckin nightmare for the last eight weeks of the tour. They’d worn him down, and just to get some peace he’d agreed to this surprise Valentines delivery, namely him. Fuck!
He’d been given a bit of the low down on Emma; 5ft 9” black waist length hair. She was a divorcee of four years, age, 47. She had two children, both girls; one eighteen, the other twenty-two. She’d been married for twenty odd years, when her ex decided to up and leave her for a younger model. She’d got over it, took the ass to the cleaners and started her own business. Emma was a childhood friend of David’s. He’d known her since they were in diapers.
Richie had asked him why David hadn’t dated her. Dave had stared at him like he’d grown another head, asking him if he’d date someone he thought of as a sister. He’d been pissy for a week after that one. Didn’t talk to him at all, sheer bliss for Richie!
Ah well he was here now, so suck it up Sambora and knock on the damn door, or ring the bell dude! Sheesh talk about not looking, he rolled his eyes, raised his hand and his finger pressed the bell to summon Emma. He swallowed, hard!
He kept waiting for the rest of the guys to jump out and start taking the piss.
How the hell he’d been talked into doing this was still a mystery.
All they’d said was ‘It’s gonna be Valentines day soon, and you really need to have a date!’
That was it, the scary bit was that the woman he was about to meet had no fuckin idea he was landing on her doorstep. This woman, Emma, was a friend of, god how this choked him, David’s.
Turns out the rest of em had been trying to throw them together for over a year, and something always got in the way. The rest of the guys had met Emma on more than one occasion, but Richie never had. They all said she was a wonderful woman. Jon had told him he need a woman, and Emma was just perfect for him. Richie had snorted at this and told them all to leave him the hell alone. They hadn’t!
They’d made his life a living fuckin nightmare for the last eight weeks of the tour. They’d worn him down, and just to get some peace he’d agreed to this surprise Valentines delivery, namely him. Fuck!
He’d been given a bit of the low down on Emma; 5ft 9” black waist length hair. She was a divorcee of four years, age, 47. She had two children, both girls; one eighteen, the other twenty-two. She’d been married for twenty odd years, when her ex decided to up and leave her for a younger model. She’d got over it, took the ass to the cleaners and started her own business. Emma was a childhood friend of David’s. He’d known her since they were in diapers.
Richie had asked him why David hadn’t dated her. Dave had stared at him like he’d grown another head, asking him if he’d date someone he thought of as a sister. He’d been pissy for a week after that one. Didn’t talk to him at all, sheer bliss for Richie!
Ah well he was here now, so suck it up Sambora and knock on the damn door, or ring the bell dude! Sheesh talk about not looking, he rolled his eyes, raised his hand and his finger pressed the bell to summon Emma. He swallowed, hard!
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