[5:30 PM]RICH:
Don’t guess u changed ur mind yet?
During their ride to the appearance, it had been all
business. That made sense to him,
because it was time to work. Then,
after, when he wanted to talk to Denny about going to Jersey again, she disappeared. Sending him on his way home, she claimed she
had other things to do and left him to his own devices.
She didn’t want to
be around you.
[5:31 PM]DENNY:
Not going to. Put ur big boy pants on n deal with it.
His full lips flattened into a line of displeasure.
[5:32 PM]RICH:
I’m gonna say please. If u don’t come,
I’ll find a work reason 4 u to b there.
[5:32 PM]DENNY: U
wouldn’t do that.
[5:33 PM]RICH:
Try me Darlin.
It was behavior totally outside of his norm, but he was
afraid if he went to Jersey for three or four days, she would never talk to him
about yesterday. The situation called
for drastic. He was doing drastic.
[5:34 PM]DENNY:
Why r u doin this?
[5:35 PM]RICH:
Told u I wanna talk. U can’t avoid me on a plane.
Evidently, she had no answer for that. Text messaging was convenient, but he had no
idea what direction this little chat was really going. Without voice inflection or facial
expressions, he was taking the words exactly as they were written.
He’d been studying the screen so intently that the chime
of the incoming text startled him.
[5:38 PM]DENNY:
We can talk now
[5:39 PM]RICH:
Face 2 face not phone
Come on, Den. Don’t chicken out on me.
[5:41 PM]DENNY:
Be there in 20 min
He let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he was
holding.
[5:42 PM]RICH: Thanx.
Be careful
Time enough to
finish packing. I’ve still gotta find
that black suit.
☠ ☢ ☠
“Did your mom make it home okay?” Jon asked from his
position behind the bar. He was pouring
them both a glass of wine after dinner.
Petey had the jukebox play the Eagles and they were going to take a
minute to decompress from their hectic life before bed.
“She did. I just
got a text reminding me that we still need someone to officiate the ceremony. I think – I know – she’s more excited about
the wedding than I am. Thank you,” she
murmured, accepting the Pinot Grigio he offered her before ensconcing himself
next to her on the couch. Smiling, she
watched him bend one knee, pulling his heel to dig into the cushion he was
sitting on. He always had his legs bent
up, or over the arm of the chair. Jon
couldn’t just sit and relax. He was
twisty.
“But you’re happy with the wedding stuff? The rings we found today?”
Hers was a narrow platinum band of alternating pink and
black diamonds that matched her engagement ring. His band was also platinum, but with a black
titanium inlay that was laser-etched with skulls.
Jon smirked into his glass. He liked it.
A lot. There were perks to having
a Goth wife.
Wife. That feels weird. You would think the prenup would have made it
real, but that thought just did it.
“I’m ecstatic with everything. I can’t believe how smoothly it’s all coming
together.”
“Money talks,” he remarked dryly, reaching for her foot
and tugging at the glossy pink toes.
“You should know that by now.”
Watching her throat muscles work as she drank her wine, he saw the
excitement wane to be replaced with a distant thoughtfulness. “Something wrong? More than usual, anyway?”
The ghost of a smile accompanied her absent head shake as
she stretched to put her empty glass on the coffee table. “I was thinking about Richie. He said he might bring his assistant. Any idea why?”
Jon huffed a little disgustedly. “He didn’t say and I didn’t ask, but I’m
hoping he’s starting to see the light.”
“Oh?” A careless
hand ran through her hair, leaving it more tousled than usual. “How so?”
“Mm.” He cupped
her calf with his free hand, massaging along its length until she purred. “Denny has a thing for him, I’m pretty
sure. Has for years, but he’s never
noticed. She would be good to him.”
“And you haven’t mentioned it? You’re supposed to be his
friend.”
“Sugar,” he laughed.
“If I told Richie Sambora every time a girl had a thing for him, I’d
never get any-fuckin’-thing else done.
We stay out of each other’s love lives.
That is…” She squirmed when he
skimmed over the back of her knee.
“…until you came along.”
“Don’t blame me. I
told both of you I didn’t want a relationship.” Petey removed her leg from his
grasp and scooted close with an impish smile, kissing the corner of his
mouth. “I can’t help it that you hate
taking no for an answer.”
☠ ☢ ☠
“Richie?”
Denny didn’t knock or ring the bell, she just opened the
door and stuck her head in, as per usual.
It often felt as though she spent more time here than she did at her own
house. She spent more time going through
the door, anyway.
“I’m upstairs!
Come on up!” From the sounds of
it, he was in his bedroom, probably packing.
She closed her eyes and cursed quietly. This never got any easier. Bracing herself, she resolutely mounted the
steps, firmly ensconced in the cloak of professional demeanor. It was only a few steps down the upstairs
hall, and she hesitated only long enough for a deep breath before casually placing
a hand on the door facing and peering in with a smile. “About ready to go?”
His dimples went full-throttle at seeing her, and his
eyes did that happy dancing thing.
“Yeah, just about.” He held up
two shirts, both black button-downs. One
of them was slimmer cut, with wide cuffs.
Other than that, they were identical.
“Which shirt? Petey said black
suit and black shirt, but I think either one would be okay. What do you think?”
The man loved people.
No doubt about it. She’d learned
long ago that his joy at seeing her was the same as the joy at seeing anybody
else. The lesson was too slow in coming,
as far as she was concerned. By the time
she realized it, she’d already developed a schoolgirl crush on him.
“Since you’ve lost weight, the one with the wider cuffs looks
better on you.”
It was part of her duties to give unbiased opinions on a
variety of personal matters. Hence, the
‘personal’ in personal assistant. In a
lot of respects, she was like his wife.
Jon isn’t his only
sexless marriage partner.
“Thanks.” The
shunned shirt went back in the closet, while the favored one went in the
garment bag with his suit. It was zipped
up and hung on the doorknob of the closet, and his battered carryon was plopped
onto the floor next to it. She knew from
history that it had a pair of pants, a couple of t-shirts and all his
toiletries, along with his laptop.
“Thank you for coming.”
While she’d been engrossed in his luggage, he had
stealthily glided across the carpeted floor to stand in front of her. Denny lifted her face, a little startled by
his close proximity.
“You didn’t give me a lot of other options,” she reminded
him caustically.
“Nope,” was his amicable reply. “You wanna talk here…” Richie gestured to the bed, where they’d chatted on at least half a dozen occasions, usually to review the itinerary while he was
packing. “…or downstairs?”
That was a no-brainer.
“Downstairs.” She’d answered so
fast that Denny felt she should qualify the statement. “I’d like something to drink.”
Richie didn’t offer any indication of what he was
thinking, his expression remaining friendly, yet impartial as he encouraged her
to precede him down the staircase.
For a hot second, Denny was glad she was wearing the
jeans that made her flat butt look a not quite so flat. Then she felt completely inappropriate for
even thinking it. It didn’t matter what
he wanted to talk about, Richie was her boss, and a damn good one at that.
You should have
kept your mouth shut. If he wants to
mindlessly screw his way through Hollywood, that’s his business.
“I’ll grab you a Diet Coke and meet you on the
deck.”
Sitting on the glider that overlooked the lake, she
supposed that one of LA’s perks was comfortable January temperatures. He would run into much colder weather back in
Jersey. He hated winter back East. That reminded her…
Denny pulled the phone from her back pocket and made a
note to remind Richie to take his gloves.
The ones Jon had sent him for Christmas.
“Here you go, sweetheart.”
Endearments like that were intrinsically Richie. They didn’t mean any more than the demonstrative
greetings.
She silently accepted the iced glass of soda and took a
small sip as he leaned against the railing, obstructing her view of the
lake. He crossed his ankles and looked
at her expectantly. “So… Let’s talk about that parting remark at lunch
yesterday, shall we? You said it was
‘right in front of my face’. Tell me what’s right in front of my face,
Denny. Tell me what’s already mine, if
I’d just reach out and take it. No
bullshit, no games. Just tell me.”
She’d had more than twenty-four hours to come up with an
answer to this, and she still wasn’t able to come up with anything other than
she acted impulsively and had a big mouth.
She turned the tables on him to buy a few more useless minutes.
“What do you want most in the world, Richie?”
He didn’t even pretend to think about it. “You seemed as though you knew the answer to
that. I’d like to hear it from you.”
Crap.
Taking care of his needs had become so second nature, she
half-considered him a child. It was a
major oversight on her part, because he wasn’t a child. He was an intelligent man whose time was
better served by not getting caught up in the mundane details of his job. Last night he told her he wasn’t helpless,
and it was very true. He’d merely made a
choice early on to delegate the details of life to someone else, so that he
could focus his energies on creativity and people.
Just tell him. Have it done with and tell him.
“You want somebody to love you for who you are, with
their whole heart, the same way that you love.
Whatever you tell the rest of the world, I believe in my heart that what
you want most is love.”
The sky was fading to gray as the sun sank into the sky,
and the breeze off the lake cooled the air considerably. Her thin sweater was allowing the chill to
break through, and the cold drink in her hand didn’t help matters. She put the glass on the deck, glancing up to
find him studying her intently. That
particular expression always made her feel that Richie was seeing deeper than
he was meant to see.
“I’d say that’s a fair statement. Go on.”
She didn’t have any more to say. Admitting that her schoolgirl crush had
long-since morphed into a significant adult emotion wasn’t feasible. It would screw up her current existence.
“That’s it,” she told him quietly.
Crouching before her, he looked for some hidden mystery
in her eyes. “I don’t think so,” he
differed. Richie didn’t reach for
her. As a matter of fact, his wrists
were dangling loosely over bent knees.
But he figuratively reached out to her with the same effect as if he’d
touched her. “Are you what’s right in front of my face, Den? Are you waiting for me to reach out and take you?”
The words were merely a repetition of what she’d said
yesterday, but they pooled like a warm oasis deep in her belly. How many nights had she dreamed about Richie
taking her? Too many to count. It was her favorite fantasy.
“It doesn’t matter, Richie. We have a working relationship – a good working relationship. I need this job to support my three teenagers
and I can’t put that in jeopardy.”
“Denny.” Now he
lifted a hand to capture her chin. His
thumb trekked lazily along the line of her jaw while his index finger curled
firmly around her chin. “Nothing’s in
jeopardy. Tell me. Are you what’s in front of me?”
Denny, answer the man!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSigh...I just love these two! LOVE them. This Richie is very endearing. I'm rooting for these two. :D
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I absolutely cannot wait for tomorrow! With Riche, or Jon on top, could we pretty please have the answer today? This story has me hooked!!
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DeleteBLUSH!!!!!! You left it there? How could you leave it there????? The single biggest Richie moment in the whoooooole story, and you turn it into a cliffhanger? More, please? And if you absolutely can't give us more today... can you at least tell us if the next chapter is the continuation of this chapter? PLEEEEEEASE?
ReplyDeleteBad news - no extra post today. Good news - I broke my own rule and wrote a direct continuation in the next chapter. I'm not ALL bad, ya know. :)
DeleteOk, I can live with that. :)
DeleteThank God !!!
DeleteI think I couldn't wait any longer
SIGH
First off I LOVE the picture. See Richie and Denny were to be together they have been for years!! :) Oh I can feel Denny's dilemma. Does she tell him or lie? If she tells then their relationship may be worse but if she doesn't then it will be worse there too. How does someone say that they love you when you've know each other for over what 17 years???
ReplyDeleteAnd another thing? Why is Richie being such an ass? Just tell her he wants her.... Be that sensitive man we all think we know but all love dearly..... Okay, I'm done (for the moment....)
Great job on this chapter. I hope they don't blow it...
Yahoo to the continuation of Richie and Denny tomorrow!!! I can even live with out another chapter knowing we will have more story on these two tomorrow.....
ReplyDeleteok so if theres no second one today can we pretend its tomorrow then lol great chapter
ReplyDeleteJon and Petey's wedding rings sound interesting. I bet that Jon is secretly a goth!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the picture.
ReplyDeleteJust tell him Denny!
ReplyDeleteHe won't say anything otherwise because he's the boss
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“Are you what’s right in front of my face, Den? Are you waiting for me to reach out and take you?”
ReplyDeleteLord have mercy! I wouldn't be able to string words together to form an answer.
-Amanda
Carol you are AMAZING! Your writing has improved sooo much since you first started WWBTF! I am already falling for Rich and Denny, and nothing has even happened between them yet! lol. And I loved the little part you added of Jon and Petey chatting about Denny liking rich. Nice touch ;) looking sooo forward to the next chapter!! :)
ReplyDelete“Sugar,” he laughed. “If I told Richie Sambora every time a girl had a thing for him, I’d never get any-fuckin’-thing else done. We stay out of each other’s love lives. That is…” She squirmed when he skimmed over the back of her knee. “…until you came along.”
ReplyDelete“Don’t blame me. I told both of you I didn’t want a relationship.” Petey removed her leg from his grasp and scooted close with an impish smile, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I can’t help it that you hate taking no for an answer.”
loved that! ;-))))
Um...if she doesnt say yes I will!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this!
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