Chapter 1
Walking to the front of the plane her heart was beating so hard she believed that it would jump out of her chest. Seeing him get on the plane was a dream come true, those eyes landed on her for a split second and that’s when her heart started racing. Now it was as if she was drawn to first class where he’d settled in next to his best friend and partner. Smoothing her short, tight skirt for the third time since she started towards the front of the plane, Amber hoped that he would show some interest in her low cut blouse that showed her assets to the best advantage or maybe he’d take note of her long, straight blond hair that was almost the same shade as his. Whatever happened she was ready to take him on any way she could get him, that he was now a single man after finding his wife in bed with her sensei, was just an added bonus. Her mind reeled with the possibilities and contemplated each and every scenario that could occur on a commercial jetliner with a three hour flight time.
Leaning back he closed his eyes, the long, drawn out divorce was finally over, the only woman he’d ever loved was no longer his and was firmly ensconced in the home they’d built together along with his four children. It was the worst case scenario that he could imagine, but now that three of the four band members were single again, albeit older than the last time they were single men, he was guessing this could have potential. That’s why he was heading towards South Beach and a party that Tico was having. Listening to Richie’s voice droning on, he started to drift off to sleep, a skill he learned years ago on countless planes ago. Suddenly the plane jerked and he found himself with a lap full of a buxom young woman that wasn’t struggling to get up at all.
“Oh, sorry, I was just...” oh hell, what do you say to an international superstar whose electric blue eyes were trained directly on you?
“Falling for me?” One corner of his full, curvy lips quirked up giving him a slightly smirky expression.
Amber could feel her face flushing bright red as she laid there, unable to force her mind into any semblance of order or to convince her body to move. “I...ah...oh shit.”
Chuckling deeply he could clearly see how flustered she was at having landed so auspiciously on his lap, not that he was adverse to having a lovely young woman splayed across his and Richie’s legs. “Is there a problem?” It was all he could do not to keep her right where she was even if the flight attendant was already tossing disapproving stares his way. Sliding his hands under her arms, he pulled her upwards so she wasn’t displaying herself in such an unladylike manner in front of the censorious glares of others sitting in first class.
“I...ah...was heading towards the...ah...” damn it, she thought, I can’t stop from blushing and my heart is in my ears beating so loud I can’t even hear him. Jon’s hands on her sizzled like bacon frying and yet were soft, more like partially melted butter. It was a serious case of sensory overload as far as she could tell and to have Richie Sambora sitting right there next to him, it was more than any self-respecting Bon Jovi fan should be required to withstand.
“Oh. Don’t let me get between you and your needs.” Smiling that perfect smile he gazed directly into her glazed over brown eyes.
It was what melted her heart for him the first time she saw them on MTV. How could she tell him that her needs tended more towards joining the mile high club with him than with anything so ordinary as relieving her bladder? “Trust me, that’s exactly where I want you.” Oh god, did I really say that out loud? To Jon Bon Jovi?????
Laughing hard, Jon snuck a look over at Richie who was grinning back, his black Stetson pulled down over most of his eyes, but there was enough there that Jon could see he approved of the interaction with the pretty young woman. “Yeah? What’s your name darlin'?”
Leaning back he closed his eyes, the long, drawn out divorce was finally over, the only woman he’d ever loved was no longer his and was firmly ensconced in the home they’d built together along with his four children. It was the worst case scenario that he could imagine, but now that three of the four band members were single again, albeit older than the last time they were single men, he was guessing this could have potential. That’s why he was heading towards South Beach and a party that Tico was having. Listening to Richie’s voice droning on, he started to drift off to sleep, a skill he learned years ago on countless planes ago. Suddenly the plane jerked and he found himself with a lap full of a buxom young woman that wasn’t struggling to get up at all.
“Oh, sorry, I was just...” oh hell, what do you say to an international superstar whose electric blue eyes were trained directly on you?
“Falling for me?” One corner of his full, curvy lips quirked up giving him a slightly smirky expression.
Amber could feel her face flushing bright red as she laid there, unable to force her mind into any semblance of order or to convince her body to move. “I...ah...oh shit.”
Chuckling deeply he could clearly see how flustered she was at having landed so auspiciously on his lap, not that he was adverse to having a lovely young woman splayed across his and Richie’s legs. “Is there a problem?” It was all he could do not to keep her right where she was even if the flight attendant was already tossing disapproving stares his way. Sliding his hands under her arms, he pulled her upwards so she wasn’t displaying herself in such an unladylike manner in front of the censorious glares of others sitting in first class.
“I...ah...was heading towards the...ah...” damn it, she thought, I can’t stop from blushing and my heart is in my ears beating so loud I can’t even hear him. Jon’s hands on her sizzled like bacon frying and yet were soft, more like partially melted butter. It was a serious case of sensory overload as far as she could tell and to have Richie Sambora sitting right there next to him, it was more than any self-respecting Bon Jovi fan should be required to withstand.
“Oh. Don’t let me get between you and your needs.” Smiling that perfect smile he gazed directly into her glazed over brown eyes.
It was what melted her heart for him the first time she saw them on MTV. How could she tell him that her needs tended more towards joining the mile high club with him than with anything so ordinary as relieving her bladder? “Trust me, that’s exactly where I want you.” Oh god, did I really say that out loud? To Jon Bon Jovi?????
Laughing hard, Jon snuck a look over at Richie who was grinning back, his black Stetson pulled down over most of his eyes, but there was enough there that Jon could see he approved of the interaction with the pretty young woman. “Yeah? What’s your name darlin'?”
He called me darlin! Oh my Jovi, Jon just called me darlin’ what am I going to tell my girlfriends? Oh, well the plane lurched and I landed on Jon’s lap and he called me darlin? Like any of them would believe me. “Ah, it’s Amber.” Licking her lips she attempted to get some kind of moisture going in her mouth it was dry as the Arizona wind and it wasn’t helping that his breath was close enough that she could smell the lingering scent of whiskey on it.
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I'd let him call me darlin' ANYDAY.
And sweet Mary, the mile high club is callin' my...er, Amber's name.
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