“And you have me more than you realize.” Petey tapped the black and pink gift still
being loosely held under his arm. “I
think we’ve got a few minutes if you want to open that now.”
“This?” Taking a
step backward, into the master suite’s foyer, Jon held out the wrapped box,
inspecting it critically from several different angles. “Looks awful girly. Are you sure I want it?” he teased, tucking
his elbows into his ribs for protection when she silently threatened to poke
him with a playful scowl.
“If you don’t want it, I’ll find somebody who does,” she
sniffed indignantly, reaching for it, knowing there was no way he would give it
up.
“Ah, ah, ah…” He
snatched it out of her reach, pretending to reconsider. “You said I could have it. I may as well see what’s inside.”
With a delicate snarl, she shoved, and he allowed himself
to be herded into the bedroom. The
mattress jostled under his weight when he was propelled onto the bed, and Petey
toppled down next to him, hooked by his arm.
“Join me, won’t you?”
Shaking her head at his ‘polite’ antics, she wondered if
she would be able to stand him for the next umpteen years.
Without a doubt.
“Way to make manhandling sound socially acceptable, Bongiovi.”
Gesturing to where she was seated, he observed, “It got
you where I wanted you, didn’t it? And watch where you’re throwing around that
‘Bongiovi’. You’re gonna be one of us
come tomorrow.”
So she was. P.T.
Bongiovi. Would that make her PTBJ? A quiet little giggle slipped out. Oh God.
No. She was going to end up being
PBJ.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“Maybe I’ll stick with Diehl.” Being likened to a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich wasn’t really something she wanted to encourage. Good grief, once David made the connection it
was going to be non-stop heckling. He
wouldn’t be able to pass it up, and she could hardly fault him for it.
“Excuse me?” Jon
arced an arm over her head, dropping the gift behind them, and leveled a stern
gaze at her. “You got a problem with my
name?”
“Not for you, no.”
She couldn’t help but admire the biceps bulging under his
t-shirt sleeves. His arms being folded
in annoyance was a minor pitfall, but she could still appreciate the swell of
muscle.
“Why is it a problem for you?”
“JBJ sounds great.
Very musical, melodic. It
flows. Tony’s even adapted it for
himself with TBJ. Also sounds good.”
“And…? Not making
a connection here.”
“Jon.
Seriously?” For a smart man, he
was being awfully dumb. “My name is
PT. Or Patience. P, Jon.
PBJ?”
His face went blank, and then he snickered, mouthing
curling with humor. “PBJ huh?” The bicep she’d just been admiring crept
around her back and towed her flush to his side. “I like to eat PB&J. I like to eat you.” He nuzzled a kiss behind her ear. “I fail to see the problem.”
“The problem is…”
She forced herself to wriggle out of his grasp and away from his
distracting mouth. He was
incorrigible. “You’re the only one I
want making that connection.” Glancing
at the bedside clock, she saw they were running short on time. Only fifteen minutes until the car would
arrive. “We’ll talk about it later. If you want to open that gift, you have five
minutes and then you have to get dressed.”
Frowning, he reminded her, “Tomorrow night starts
anytime, anywhere. Remember that, Baby.”
A ripple of anticipation crawled up the insides of her
thighs and made them quiver like an overtight guitar string. Adopting
an unyielding tone, she strove to appear unaffected. “Tomorrow night is not now. Open your present.”
She was
affected, but more than that she was suffering from a serious case of cold
feet. Petey hadn’t wanted to admit the
insecurity over these photos even to herself, but now that the moment had
arrived, the jitters were more like a five on the Richter Scale. Giving artistically shot nudies of oneself
was a little harrowing, to say the least.
Jon wrapped his fingers around the box without looking,
lifting it at the same time he did his warning brow. “You’re getting to be a sassy little
thing.” The package found a resting spot
on his lap and he eased off the unattached lid, setting it aside.
“Self-defense,” was her dry response. She concentrated on being cocky, not
insecure. “If I expect to live with you,
I don’t think I have a choice.”
Jon laughed quietly as he folded back the pink tissue,
admitting, “Maybe not. Good thing I like
it.”
“Mm.” Her
attention was riveted on the book nestled inside the tissue paper, anxious to
see what Joel had done. So far, it was
good from what she could tell. The black
leather album was about ten inches square and stamped on the front with an
intertwined metallic-silver pair of hearts.
“What’s this?”
Her eyes flicked back to the bedside clock. “Four minutes. Open the damn thing and find out.”
“Don’t push me, woman,” he muttered mildly, setting aside
the rest of the packaging and flipping open the cover.
There, on the first page, was a softly smudged picture of
her hand – hot pink fingernails and a brilliantly shining pink diamond. It was tastefully elegant. Almost romantic.
Then it started getting interesting.
Jon didn’t breathe a single word as he turned through photo after seductive photo of her. A coquettish smile here, the hint of breast there, a sexy sprawl, demurely crossed ankles. Soft pink alternated with hard, black leather for at least twenty poses.
Then it started getting interesting.
Jon didn’t breathe a single word as he turned through photo after seductive photo of her. A coquettish smile here, the hint of breast there, a sexy sprawl, demurely crossed ankles. Soft pink alternated with hard, black leather for at least twenty poses.
Seeing myself like that is awkward, but the photography itself is really good.
Jon turned the final page, coming face to face with
the single photograph she'd fallen in love with – the one of her ring, tattoo and imp
tail. He paused there, staring at it for long seconds before silently closing the back flap of the album. That silence hung for several more seconds while his eyes bore a hole into the supple leather cover.
“Well?” Unable to stand the suspense any longer, Petey tipped
an expectant smile up at him and froze, the smile falling from her face in shattered
slivers of ice. Jon’s face was a study
in sharp, unforgiving lines – a hard mask of… disapproval? Whatever the motivation, it definitely wasn't the lust or excitement she'd been primed to expect.
I’m going to kill
you, Gavin.
“They’re beautiful,” he said quietly, re-boxing the book
and rising to put it on the dresser.
“Thank you.” He bent to buss her
cheek with an impersonal kiss, avoiding her eyes.
“I’m going to change clothes.”
What? That was
it?
From his response, or lack thereof, she could only assume
that he didn’t like it. At all.
Petey’s spirit took a bit – okay a lot – of a beating, and she now found herself officially humiliated. During the shoot, she’d found a way to make this okay in her head. Gavin had her believing that Jon would be ecstatic over her little gift. She'd even had the notion that it would build anticipation for their wedding night.
Petey’s spirit took a bit – okay a lot – of a beating, and she now found herself officially humiliated. During the shoot, she’d found a way to make this okay in her head. Gavin had her believing that Jon would be ecstatic over her little gift. She'd even had the notion that it would build anticipation for their wedding night.
Had she horribly misjudged his appreciation of her
body? Or…
Or what? If he
were mad, he would’ve just been mad.
He’d never had trouble expressing his disapproval before, so there was
no reason to believe he would start now.
No, he just didn’t like it.
Mentally tucking her tail between her legs, Petey swept
up the scattered pieces of her pride and rose from the bed. Scooping the book from the dresser, she stole
past the closet and bathroom without looking from the floor until she
stepped into Jon’s office. There, the paper shredder sat in the corner behind the desk,
beckoning to her.
It would be the best way, short of a bonfire, to ensure that no one would stumble across her mistake.
It would be the best way, short of a bonfire, to ensure that no one would stumble across her mistake.
There’s no time
now.
Rocco would be ringing the doorbell any minute to escort
them to the car.
Shuffling quickly down to the first floor, heart aching that she could have made such a grave error in judgment, Petey ducked into the guest room to temporarily bury the source of her mortification. She would retrieve it later tonight and feed it through the shredder, rendering it into a pile of recyclable mulch.
Shuffling quickly down to the first floor, heart aching that she could have made such a grave error in judgment, Petey ducked into the guest room to temporarily bury the source of her mortification. She would retrieve it later tonight and feed it through the shredder, rendering it into a pile of recyclable mulch.
She locked the bedroom door and, with a hearty
slam, the book was safely ensconced in a dresser drawer. Out of the neighboring drawer, she pulled a
pair of pantyhose from her small stash of clothing that still resided
downstairs. The black dress she was wearing hit the
floor and she shimmied into the pantyhose in ten seconds flat.
Striding tot he closet, her hand flicked rapidly through the handful of hangers, landing on the black cowl-neck sweater dress that her mother
had given her for Christmas. The sleeves
were long, the hem hit her just below the knee and the soft cashmere subtly
draped her curves. It was elegantly
conservative and classy.
The strong part of her psyche would like to have believed
she was defying Jon's earlier orders as blatant retribution, but it was actually the needy part of
her psyche at the helm of this decision.
Not exactly drag show attire, and Gavin would kill her, but she was mad
at him so she didn’t care.
Being stared at
doesn’t sound like much fun right now.
I prefer to do the conservative wallflower thing tonight. Mom will be happy, at least.
“Petey?”
“Shit,” she breathed, pushing her fist against her
sternum. The jiggling doorknob and subsequent pounding at the door had scared the life out of her.
“Coming.”
Rummaging around in the small bag of jewelry that was tucked in the same drawer as the stockings, she came up with a strand of little-worn pearls and clipped them around her neck. “Nothing screams conservative more than pearls,” she muttered, sliding stockinged feet into her Victorian boots. They were the evening's lone nod to her quirkier nature.
Rummaging around in the small bag of jewelry that was tucked in the same drawer as the stockings, she came up with a strand of little-worn pearls and clipped them around her neck. “Nothing screams conservative more than pearls,” she muttered, sliding stockinged feet into her Victorian boots. They were the evening's lone nod to her quirkier nature.
Now fully re-dressed, she wrenched open the door to find a still-somber Jon on
the other side. Refusing to allow her
hurt feelings to ruin the evening, Petey dredged up a bright smile to counter
his frown. “Ready. Is Rocco here?”
“Yeah.” His eyes
roamed her body, darkening with displeasure.
“You changed.”
“I did.” She gave
him the same absent cheek-kiss that she’d been on the receiving end of ten minutes
ago. “Let’s go.”
But of course it wasn’t that easy. He had to latch onto her elbow and hold her at his side, demanding, "What’s wrong?”
When the first words into her mind were, Are you fucking kidding me?, Petey knew
she was on well on her way to becoming an honorary New Jerseyian.
Summoning her deepest dimples, she summoned the Senator's daughter to shove the Jersey girl into the background. “Nothing at all. Come on.
We’re going to be late.”
Not surprisingly, her ordering him around didn't fly so well. If anything, his countenance grew even darker under the sullenness.
“Don’t lie to me, Petey.”
She let the fake smile go and met his starkly solemn eyes
with her own bleak irises, keeping her voice moderated for the benefit of the guard lingering in the foyer. Having extra people around was a pain in the ass. If he weren't there... Well, it didn't matter, because Rocco was there.
"Fine. Something's wrong, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’re supposed to pick up Richie in ten minutes and be at the restaurant by five. If you still want to know tonight, then I’ll tell you.”
"Fine. Something's wrong, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’re supposed to pick up Richie in ten minutes and be at the restaurant by five. If you still want to know tonight, then I’ll tell you.”
The thick fingers only curled more tightly around her
arm, preventing her departure, and the lines of annoyance dug deep in his
forehead. “Now.”
Petey’s hurt mutated into a prideful anger. People within earshot or not, no way in hell was she having this discussion
with him now. She wouldn’t admit to weaknesses like hurt feelings and body image insecurity while he was being a prick. Especially when it meant they left guests
waiting. After all, they had a joyous
fucking occasion to celebrate. “No. Now stop bullying me and let’s go.”
“Petey…”
“I said no!”
Astonishment had the grooved lines falling from his beautifully sculpted face. Petey took the opportunity to reclaim her arm and glide around the corner, where she congenially greeted a waiting Rocco.
It had been a long time since she’d resorted to that
particular tone of voice with him. He’d apparently forgotten what it sounded
like.
Awww man! Jon-don't know what is going on/through that mind of yours but wow on the reaction.
ReplyDeletePetey...it's always better to deal with it now than later especially when you don't know what later might bring...i.e. Daniel.
Blush, great chapter...wanting more as usual! :)
--Amanda
Ok, Jon, just what was going through your head there???? And do you truly not have a clue just what you've done to tick Petey off? Cause if not, I'd say you're not as smart as I've always thought you were.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're able to straighten this out before Petey destroys your gift.
Jonny, Jonny, Jonny.... What are we going to do with you? Thought Petey had the shredder thing going on. Thank God she stopped!! Now the question is why?? But too many other details Daniel, Denny, Tony, Dottie.....to find out right away I bet.... Right Blush?? LOL
ReplyDeleteWord of the chapter PBJ LOL That really is funny.... LOL
Jonny...stop being an obtuse male. And Petey, guests can wait, they can tell when you're unhappy. They've got lots of communication work to do if they want their marriage to last. I really hope she doesn't destroy the gift, it's something timeless that they should keep.
ReplyDeleteHope they can sort it out bevore PT destroys his gift!
ReplyDeleteJon what where you thinking? Tell her whats going on in that mind of yours!
Great chapter...can't wait for the next (:
Jonny...sometimes I'd like to..... You want Petey, to tell you what's wrong. How about you try to tell her how you feel about the gift.
ReplyDeleteWhen the first words into her mind were, Are you fucking kidding me?, Petey knew she was on well on her way to becoming an honorary New Jerseyian.
ReplyDeleteHave to say I am a born and raised sountern gal but this thought flies through my mind quite often in regards to similar situations with the hubby asking "what's wrong" after being obtuse...guess there is a little Jersey in us all!
--Amanda
I could understand in a way why Jon doesn't like the gift. Petey would have had to be nude in a studio, that is probably what Jon is thinking about. Other men were looking at her naked while she took those photos. Jon has admitted that he can be a jealous guy. Does he even know that it was Gavin and his friend who were taking the photos?
ReplyDeletePBJ? Am I the only one who took that as a sexual meaning....yeah, only me?? - Ashley02
Now it's even harder to wait for tomorrow because I really want to know what was bothering Jon about the pictures!!!! We are still getting a post tomorrow, right?
ReplyDeleteOh Jon, Jon, Jon! Was it hard to see your woman like that? she did it all for you.
ReplyDeletePetey don't be too quick to destory the photos. PLEASE!
Poor Petey, to get that reaction from Jon BUT then I can see Jon's reasoning too.
ReplyDeleteMen...the 'dumbass' gene got JBJ, too.
ReplyDeletePetey, I am with you in thinking; Are you fucking kidding me? JON!! at least pretend to like it!
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine the reaction to the others when they see Petey come to the party dress like she is. Richie, David, Tony and Dorothea won't know it's her! - BELINDA
Is the new post coming soon? I'm like a kid at Christmas!!!! Can I open my present yet? Please!?!?!?!?
ReplyDeleteNew post sometime in the next 12 hours. Probably closer to 6 hours.
ReplyDeleteI think Jon really does like the gift! I think mentally he was going insane and trying really really hard to not throw Petey on that bed and have his way with her right then and there after seeing those pics.
ReplyDeleteThat was what I was thinking too! He knows nothing can be done until the wedding night. Then he is going to show her how much he loves the pictures. I just think it's a matter of him trying to keep control of his emotions.
DeleteI think you're right. I just hope he tells her before she destroys the pictures!
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