“Literally, yes. I
am right in front of you. Figuratively,
it’s a moot point, because it’s not an option.”
Richie growled in the back of his throat. Denny was looking at him, but her eyes were
shifty and she was dancing around the subject with more speed and finesse than
one of those Riverdancers. It was making
him irritable and impatient. His grip on
her chin firmed.
“Denny. I wanna
know the damn truth.”
With a single toss of her head, she was, free with her
spine pressed against the back of the glider.
“This would be a good time to quote Jack Nicholson and tell you that
‘you can’t handle the truth’, but the fact is I can’t handle the truth.”
His knees were getting stiff and he wanted to pay more
attention to what she was saying than his creaking body parts. Richie swung himself onto the seat next to
her, close enough to bump their thighs together if he chose, but he kept his
distance – barely.
There were things swirling in her eyes, along with a fair
dose of confusion that he wanted to know more about. He waited mutely, knowing she wouldn’t be
able to stand the silence for long.
He was right.
Denny turned to face him, purpose lining her pretty
features. “I love working for you. It’s fun, it’s interesting, and I’m doing
what I enjoy. On top of that, you’re a
sweet, considerate soul and you never treat me like ‘just’ an employee. You’ve shared yourself, unfiltered, almost
since day one, and I feel like we’ve become close friends.”
“You’re one of my dearest friends,” he confirmed quietly,
unable to let it go unanswered, wanting her to know beyond the shadow of a
doubt that she wasn’t just one of his countless acquaintances.
Her head barely moved with a nod of acknowledgement. “I always tell you the truth, don’t I? Even when it’s a hard truth.”
“Darlin’,” he chided with a strained smile, “Stop beatin’
around the bush and answer the damn question.
Yes, you always tell me the truth.”
Her hands came up to grip her elbows, for either warmth or comfort, he couldn't tell which, but she never looked away.
“I’ve gotten a little more invested than friendship.”
A slow, easy grin spread over his face like warm
honey. “Answer the question, Denny. Are you waiting for me to reach out and take
you?”
“Stop asking me that,” she whispered. “I never should have said it.”
The shadows grew longer with the sun making a graceful
exit from the sky. Her face was
partially hidden in the dusk, but he still saw the conflict in her eyes. She wanted it, but she was afraid. Hell, knowing for sure that he hadn’t
misinterpreted anything made him a little afraid, too.
Denny had been his rock and salvation. His right – and left – hand. They shared a lot of common interests, and she
was immersed in nearly every facet of his life, but… He’d never thought of her that way before
yesterday. Had he, like she said, been
missing what was right in front of his face?
“No.” Richie finally
gave in to his natural inclination to touch her, dragging an open palm down her arm
from shoulder to elbow and holding there.
His fingers curled around hers, willing their heat to seep into her cool
skin. “I’m glad you did, even if it has
been driving me crazy ever since, wondering what you meant.”
“I’m sorry. Your…
late night phone calls to certain people make me crazy. It’s the only
excuse I’ve got for cutting loose like that.”
“What?” The callus
on his thumb scraped along her index finger and he angled himself closer. “You want me call you when I’m lonely late at
night?”
“Yes. Not as your
whore, though.” There was no venom in
her statement, just plainly-stated fact.
That didn’t make it any less painful. Richie winced. “Ouch, woman. You’re harsh.”
“Not harsh.
Honest. You use her as a prostitute and the price is way too high.”
What could he say to that? Even as he’d been dialing, he knew those
calls had been a bad idea. They never
did anything but compound the loneliness.
Getting off wasn’t enough reward for dealing with the rest of it.
“If you’re being honest, I’d like to do the same.” Releasing her elbow, he stretched his arm
along the back of the glider. It was a
seemingly impersonal pose, yet he almost encircled her with his arm. “The idea… surprised me. You’re always so professional, that I didn’t
have any hint that there might be more.
Since yesterday, though, I can't seem to stop thinking about it - and you.”
“Stop,” she instructed.
“If this goes any further, it’s going to destroy our professional relationship and make things awkward.”
“Darlin’, right now I don’t give a fuck about
awkward.” The tips of his fingers
skimmed through her loose hair and he inclined his head. “Right now I don’t give a fuck about anything
but kissing you.”
Richie stole ever-so-slowly closer, until there was no
more than a sliver of air between their faces.
Denny’s lips were barely parted, silently begging his kiss, but he
wouldn’t give it without her implicit permission.
“Den?”
I don’t know where
this is going, but please let me take it there.
"One kiss won’t screw everything up will it?" she asked, almost timidly. "I hate myself for being weak, but I want that one kiss."
Richie had heard all he needed to.
“It won’t. I
promise,” he vowed, tilting his head and sliding a hand into her silky blonde
hair. Richie’s lips glanced gently over
hers and he went back for a second pass, savoring their softness. Her gentle sigh invited him to slide his
tongue inside for a more thorough taste and he gratefully accepted that
invitation, drinking deeply of her dark, spicy flavor. His hand slithered free of her hair when she
wound her arms around his neck and sank into his chest.
His promise had been heartfelt, and he meant it with
every fiber of his being, but after kissing her…?
Richie was afraid he’d just told the biggest lie of his
life.
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“I’m done,” Jon said around a huge yawn. “I might not be able to go to sleep, but my
bed is calling.” He extended a hand to
Petey. “You coming?”
“Uh. No?” Petey hadn’t told him about Gavin instructions
on not being a ‘ho. Not that she was
strictly following orders from her friend, but it kind of made sense. Their wedding night would be nothing but
another night in bed, with rings. “I
thought I’d sleep in the guest room until the wedding.”
Frowning, he rubbed a distracted hand over his
chest. “Well, un-think it. I want you in my bed.”
Petey sucked in her bottom lip, worrying it between her
teeth. “No.”
“No?” He spread
his feet wide, one hand resting on his hip while the other still rubbed at his
chest. “Just like that, no? I expect my wife to sleep with me. You get that, right?”
She stood, tucking hair behind both of her ears, tamping
down her temper. “I do, and I fully
agree, but I’m not your wife yet. Our
first night in bed as husband and wife should be different from the night before,
and the night before that.”
Deep lines etched themselves in his cheeks and
forehead. Petey thought he was nearing
his peak of petulance, until his face fell ashen and she noticed how much force he
was using to push against his sternum.
Her defensiveness turned to protectiveness in the blink
of an eye. “Jon? What’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re being unnecessarily obstinate, that’s what’s
wrong. There’s a crazy piece of fuck out
there intent on inflicting pain on one or both of us. I’m stressed as all hell, and asking for
nothing more than to be able to reach out in the middle of the night and know
you’re safe.”
He grimaced, bending at the waist and clutching his
chest, quietly swearing, “Christ.”
“Jon? Are you
having chest pain?” If he wasn’t, she
certainly was. He was pale underneath
the gray pallor of his skin and he was breathing shallowly. Petey grabbed his shoulders and guided him
back onto the couch. “Sit down. I’m calling an ambulance.”
“You’re not calling an ambulance,” he petulantly decreed
from behind closed lids.
“Oh yeah?” She
bent to scoop up the phone, arching her brow belligerently. “Watch me.”
Petey tapped out 9-1-1 with quivering fingers. It was probably just aftereffects from the
electric shock, but there was the outside chance that he was having a heart
attack.
“But when she saw
my woeful state,
Straight in her
heart did mercy come”
His eyes were wide open now and he latched onto her
wrist, preventing her from bringing the device to her ear. “Put the phone down. The pain is almost gone.”
“Look at my face,” she ordered, completely devoid of
anything but grit and determination.
“See how much I care. You should
have gotten medical attention yesterday, but I let you bully me out of
it.” She plucked the phone away with her
free hand and brought it to her ear.
“Chiding that
tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving
gentle doom,”
“Hang up the phone, Petey. I’m not going to the fucking hospital. If you’re that freaked out, I’ll call my
guy. He’ll come over if he thinks it’s necessary.”
The disembodied voice came over the line, “9-1-1, what’s
your emergency?”
“One second please.”
She spoke to him, away from the receiver. “You’re not lying to me? The pain is really gone?”
His color was better,
but he wasn’t looking at her. He was gazing
absently around the room, still pawing at his chest. “Yeah.
It’s gone, honest to God.”
“You’ll call your physician now?”
“If you’ll hang up the damn phone and grab mine,
yes.” Typically crystal clear blue eyes
gazed agitatedly upon her artificially green ones. “Hang up the phone.”
Unsure whether to believe him or not, she hesitated
before giving him the benefit of the doubt.
“I’m sorry,” she returned her attention to the 9-1-1 operator. “It turns out there’s no emergency. I apologize.”
Her phone was exchanged for his and she pressed it into his hand. “What is it with you and hospitals?”
“Hospitals are for sick people. I don’t like ‘em.” With efficient motions that were much more
Jon-like, he accessed his contact list and searched out the correct number
before tapping it. He waited impatiently
for the recipient of his call to answer, all but glaring at Petey while he
did. “If I ain’t bleedin’ out, don’t ever call an ambulance for me. We will fight over that, I promise you.”
“Shut up, you stubborn ass. If you’re hurt, I’ll do whatever it takes to
get you un-hurt.” Rough fingers shoved
into his hair, and Petey tilted his head back to fiercely glower at him. “I don’t care if we fight or not, got it?”
“If you weren’t such a pain in the- “ He broke off as his physician picked up the
call. “Neil? Jon Bon Jovi.
I hate to bother you so late in the evening, but…”
Petey settled in next to Jon on the couch, hand draped
over his thigh as though she could tell if he was hurting by mere touch. Really, it was just a comforting technique
for herself. If he felt solid, warm and
alive, then he was.
The details of Jon’s encounter with high-voltage
electricity were briefly outlined for the good doctor and Petey waited on edge
as Jon listened to the reply.
“Okay. Yeah. No, I’ve got somebody to stay with me. Sure.
You’ll have your office give me a call in the morning then? Thanks, Neil.
I appreciate it.” He barely got
the call disconnected before Petey was pouncing.
“Well? What did he
say? Is he going to see you?”
“Relax, Baby,” he groaned, reclining into the sofa. “He said it was likely that the chest pains
were residual from the shock. Taking my
overall physical health and symptoms into consideration, he said I didn’t need
to do anything tonight, but he wants to see me tomorrow.” When she would get up in his face with an ‘I
told you so’, he held up a hand for silence.
“As a precaution. He said if anything else weird happens
tonight, to call him back.”
Jon turned his head toward Petey, the shadow of a grin twitching
at his lips. “He did recommend that
somebody stay with me though – just in case.
Guess you’ll be in bed with me after all.”
She couldn’t even work up a good head of steam to be mad
at his high-handed tone. Petey scooted
close to him, draping an arm over his waist and snuggling into his side. “To sleep, but that’s it. No sex.”
Unbelievably, he didn’t gloat, offering only a soft grunt
of obligatory discontent. He let his
head fall to the side, cheek rubbing against the top of her head. “You worry too damn much, but I love you
anyway.”
Anger, annoyance, anxiety were all crowded out of her
heart by the much softer emotions dwelling there. There was no one in the world she would
rather fight with than this man, because the end of those fights held moments of sweetness.
“I love you, too, Jonny.”
Oh dear. How you managed to get this Jon girl so hooked on Richie and Denny is a pure miracle! I am head over heels in love with those two. For real. Thanks to you Richie is officially out of big brother status! And I'm getting excited about my new infatuation. :D
ReplyDeleteGreat chapter. Poor stubborn Jonny. What's going on with those chest pains? Grrrr!
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Cupcake, is that you? We *tried* to tell you that there's just this thing about Richie that pulls you in, but no, you wouldn't listen. Sorry, I'm afraid that this is an infatuation that will last forever too. Congratulations!
Delete*embarrassed grin*. Yes, it's me Genie. :). And yes, you were right, I've been pulled in! He's still second on my list - but he's officially on my list! Between you, Blush and Teri I didn't stand a chance! Note to self - hang out with more Jon girls. :p
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Grrrrrrr! I now officially want to smack the crap out of Jonny. No, make that knock him out so he's unconscious so that he can't say no to EMS. I'm glad he called his doctor, but can't believe that the doc wouldn't tell him he needs to get checked out ASAP!
ReplyDeleteOk, my mad took all the fun out of the first half of the chapter. I *was* really happy that she gave in for "just one kiss" and really hope Richie can convince her to give in for another & another...and Richie, to keep this from being a lie, you'll just have to make sure it works out so that nothing gets spoiled. But....now I'm all mad...But I think Richie would forgive me because he'd be pissed too if he knew Jon wasn't going tonight to get checked out.
Hi girls...
ReplyDeleteOh that kiss with Richie and Denny was amazing. Just one more leads to just one more. I hope they get past the work relationship and into a romantic one. I've said it before they are perfect and what I pictured them to be. Petey add one more to the guest list!
Jon well he can be an ass sometimes. I think he should have gone to the hospital just to be safe. Petey is not going to sleep a wink tonight...
damn - you almost gave me a heart attack.... phew...
ReplyDeletehe should see i doc... its just saver... stubborn man...
see a doctor - NOW!!!
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