Chapter 3
“I feel like a complete ass, I can’t believe I did that.”
“Why? It’s not like it was the first time you’ve fucked a girl on a plane. We used to do that shit all the time. I’m sure she enjoyed it.”
“Yeah man, but that was back in the 80’s and it was expected. We’re older and supposed to be more mature.”
“What the fuck Johnny, it’s just sex. Isn’t that what you always say?”
Resigning himself there was nothing he could do about it now, Jon sank back against the soft leather of the limo seat taking them to Tico’s who had planned to pick them up himself, but got caught up in the party arrangements with his beautiful young wife and sent a limo instead. Not that he objected to limos, hell, he’d spent a good portion of the last twenty years in them. Looking out the window as the scenery flowed by, Jon wondered what Amber thought about his note and his lack of giving her the agreed upon signal. It just never seemed like the appropriate time with all the people around them making boorish comments about what they heard and wondering exactly who was still in the bathroom. Okay, so she’d never know he was protecting her honor, but he knew and it still didn’t make him feel any better. As he mused about their little interlude her scent lingered in his nostrils, the smell of fresh cut flowers mixed with vanilla and spice, pleasant enough and something about it was just different enough that he bet himself that should he smell it again he’d recognize her by it if not by those sparkling brown eyes and pert little button of a nose that wrinkled when she was in the throes of ecstasy. Quite the little minx in her outwardly shy way, silently swearing that he somehow managed to forget to get her phone number, shrugging he expected she’d show up at Tico’s party since he did halfway invite her.
Twirling her pencil between her fingers, Amber was daydreaming again about the best plane ride she’d ever had, the pile of work before her getting none of her concentration as had been her pattern since she returned from Miami and her visit with her aunt. As much as she wanted to take Jon up on his invitation, or implied invitation, to Tico’s party she neither had the clothes to wear to attend, nor any idea where the man lived, not to mention she’d gone down to visit her elderly aunt and the woman wouldn’t look kindly on her niece vanishing off to some rock god’s party. No, as much as she would have liked to see the man again, she suspected all she would have was her brief foray into the mile high club and the note he wrote that was never more than reaching distance away. Absently grabbing for her purse, she felt its smooth leather and subconsciously relaxed. Her best girlfriend didn’t believe her when she tried to tell her about her meeting Jon and leaving out the part about having sex with him, without the incriminating note that wouldn’t exactly keep that part secret she couldn’t convince her, so instead she drifted like she was now to that memorable trip and the scent of sex, feel of him deep inside her and his lips that devoured hers. Sighing audibly, she opened her eyes that she didn’t realize she’d closed and blankly stared at the files in front of her, picking one up and starting to read through it to see if the concept it held was worth passing on to her boss since dreams of Jon wouldn’t get her work done for her. Time ticked by as she flipped through one file after another, some discarded as useless, others piled in the potentially usable pile, checking her watch she saw that it was nearing four thirty and rose to see if her boss was still in so she could discuss with him one particular concept that she found intriguing before the weekend. She knew he had some industry party to attend either tonight or tomorrow and he wouldn’t be in on Monday, so this was her only chance. Rounding the corner of her cubicle, she nearly crashed into the man. “Oh! Sorry Evan, I didn’t, wasn’t...”
“It’s okay, I was looking for you anyway. What are you doing this weekend?” He took in the ever proper button down blouse, this time in a creamy shade of blue mostly covered by a form fitting suit jacket that hung down nearly to the hem of her short skirt. That she was the best assistant he’d ever had was enhanced greatly by the fact he possessed the prettiest one in the company and quite possibly the smartest.
A shocked expression played across her face as she looked up at her forty-something, distinguished looking boss with his graying temples and square-jawed good looks standing before her in yet another of his designer suits and the hideous tie his daughter bought him for Christmas. “Me?” Her voice failing her and sounding more like a squeak.
“Yes, an old friend of mine is in town and he’s going to be at the party tomorrow night and I’d like to introduce you. I think you’ll be pleased when you meet him. The party is at the Pavilion and we’ll pick you up at eight, your place?”
“We? You mean you and Summer?”
“Oh yes, right, he’s going to be at the party, not in the car with us so if you want to run and hide, that will be possible, yet I do not believe that will be your reaction. Can I expect that means you’ll join us?” A sly smile edged across his face, his old friend coming into town on business accepted the invitation only on the strength of their mutual support for charitable causes and the promise that Evan would take him up his offer to purchase the 1965 Ford Mustang in pristine condition that sat in Evan’s garage with barely 10,000 original miles. It wasn’t like he was using the car and his buddy would enjoy it and most likely drive it back home when he left.
Thinking about it, she knew he believed she needed to get into circulation, she was single and alone and it was high time that she jumped into the game. Not that she expected to meet anyone at the stale, boring industry dinner, nobody worth meeting ever came to them, but he was her boss and humoring him occasionally wasn’t a bad idea. “Sure, is it one of those black tie deals or is it more casual this time?” A girl could only hope she wasn’t going to have to spring for a new dress, get her hair and nails done and look fabulous by the time he and his sweet young wife arrived at her place, not to mention having to clean the place from top to bottom.
“Black tie. It’s a benefit for Habitat for Humanity.”
“Oh.” That blew all illusions that she’d get any rest this weekend, cleaning, shopping and getting ready for the party and what was amounting to a blind date. “Good cause, you know that...”
“Yes, I know, your idol, Jon Bon Jovi, is a big supporter for Habitat. Nobody that knows you hasn’t heard you extol his charitable virtues. Now, we’ll be by your house around eight so be ready and look especially good.” Smugly smiling to himself when he thought about how her mouth clamped shut when he answered for her, he straightened his tie and headed back to his office.
“Evan!”
Swiveling around, he faced her again “yes?”
“I went through all those files and there’s one concept I want to discuss with you.”
“Good, fine, we can talk about it on the way to dinner tomorrow night, I’ve got to go now, I have to pick someone up at the airport. See you at eight.”
Standing in the hallway watching as he so confidently walked away from her she wondered who this mystery person was that he was intent on introducing her to this time, last one was some geek from a Fortune 500 company that spent the evening staring at her twins, not once making eye contact. That he was worth over five hundred million dollars didn’t impress her a bit, nor did the three dozen roses and orchids that appeared in her cubicle the next day. He was just nasty; she sent up a silent prayer that this one wasn’t nearly as obnoxious.
“Why? It’s not like it was the first time you’ve fucked a girl on a plane. We used to do that shit all the time. I’m sure she enjoyed it.”
“Yeah man, but that was back in the 80’s and it was expected. We’re older and supposed to be more mature.”
“What the fuck Johnny, it’s just sex. Isn’t that what you always say?”
Resigning himself there was nothing he could do about it now, Jon sank back against the soft leather of the limo seat taking them to Tico’s who had planned to pick them up himself, but got caught up in the party arrangements with his beautiful young wife and sent a limo instead. Not that he objected to limos, hell, he’d spent a good portion of the last twenty years in them. Looking out the window as the scenery flowed by, Jon wondered what Amber thought about his note and his lack of giving her the agreed upon signal. It just never seemed like the appropriate time with all the people around them making boorish comments about what they heard and wondering exactly who was still in the bathroom. Okay, so she’d never know he was protecting her honor, but he knew and it still didn’t make him feel any better. As he mused about their little interlude her scent lingered in his nostrils, the smell of fresh cut flowers mixed with vanilla and spice, pleasant enough and something about it was just different enough that he bet himself that should he smell it again he’d recognize her by it if not by those sparkling brown eyes and pert little button of a nose that wrinkled when she was in the throes of ecstasy. Quite the little minx in her outwardly shy way, silently swearing that he somehow managed to forget to get her phone number, shrugging he expected she’d show up at Tico’s party since he did halfway invite her.
Twirling her pencil between her fingers, Amber was daydreaming again about the best plane ride she’d ever had, the pile of work before her getting none of her concentration as had been her pattern since she returned from Miami and her visit with her aunt. As much as she wanted to take Jon up on his invitation, or implied invitation, to Tico’s party she neither had the clothes to wear to attend, nor any idea where the man lived, not to mention she’d gone down to visit her elderly aunt and the woman wouldn’t look kindly on her niece vanishing off to some rock god’s party. No, as much as she would have liked to see the man again, she suspected all she would have was her brief foray into the mile high club and the note he wrote that was never more than reaching distance away. Absently grabbing for her purse, she felt its smooth leather and subconsciously relaxed. Her best girlfriend didn’t believe her when she tried to tell her about her meeting Jon and leaving out the part about having sex with him, without the incriminating note that wouldn’t exactly keep that part secret she couldn’t convince her, so instead she drifted like she was now to that memorable trip and the scent of sex, feel of him deep inside her and his lips that devoured hers. Sighing audibly, she opened her eyes that she didn’t realize she’d closed and blankly stared at the files in front of her, picking one up and starting to read through it to see if the concept it held was worth passing on to her boss since dreams of Jon wouldn’t get her work done for her. Time ticked by as she flipped through one file after another, some discarded as useless, others piled in the potentially usable pile, checking her watch she saw that it was nearing four thirty and rose to see if her boss was still in so she could discuss with him one particular concept that she found intriguing before the weekend. She knew he had some industry party to attend either tonight or tomorrow and he wouldn’t be in on Monday, so this was her only chance. Rounding the corner of her cubicle, she nearly crashed into the man. “Oh! Sorry Evan, I didn’t, wasn’t...”
“It’s okay, I was looking for you anyway. What are you doing this weekend?” He took in the ever proper button down blouse, this time in a creamy shade of blue mostly covered by a form fitting suit jacket that hung down nearly to the hem of her short skirt. That she was the best assistant he’d ever had was enhanced greatly by the fact he possessed the prettiest one in the company and quite possibly the smartest.
A shocked expression played across her face as she looked up at her forty-something, distinguished looking boss with his graying temples and square-jawed good looks standing before her in yet another of his designer suits and the hideous tie his daughter bought him for Christmas. “Me?” Her voice failing her and sounding more like a squeak.
“Yes, an old friend of mine is in town and he’s going to be at the party tomorrow night and I’d like to introduce you. I think you’ll be pleased when you meet him. The party is at the Pavilion and we’ll pick you up at eight, your place?”
“We? You mean you and Summer?”
“Oh yes, right, he’s going to be at the party, not in the car with us so if you want to run and hide, that will be possible, yet I do not believe that will be your reaction. Can I expect that means you’ll join us?” A sly smile edged across his face, his old friend coming into town on business accepted the invitation only on the strength of their mutual support for charitable causes and the promise that Evan would take him up his offer to purchase the 1965 Ford Mustang in pristine condition that sat in Evan’s garage with barely 10,000 original miles. It wasn’t like he was using the car and his buddy would enjoy it and most likely drive it back home when he left.
Thinking about it, she knew he believed she needed to get into circulation, she was single and alone and it was high time that she jumped into the game. Not that she expected to meet anyone at the stale, boring industry dinner, nobody worth meeting ever came to them, but he was her boss and humoring him occasionally wasn’t a bad idea. “Sure, is it one of those black tie deals or is it more casual this time?” A girl could only hope she wasn’t going to have to spring for a new dress, get her hair and nails done and look fabulous by the time he and his sweet young wife arrived at her place, not to mention having to clean the place from top to bottom.
“Black tie. It’s a benefit for Habitat for Humanity.”
“Oh.” That blew all illusions that she’d get any rest this weekend, cleaning, shopping and getting ready for the party and what was amounting to a blind date. “Good cause, you know that...”
“Yes, I know, your idol, Jon Bon Jovi, is a big supporter for Habitat. Nobody that knows you hasn’t heard you extol his charitable virtues. Now, we’ll be by your house around eight so be ready and look especially good.” Smugly smiling to himself when he thought about how her mouth clamped shut when he answered for her, he straightened his tie and headed back to his office.
“Evan!”
Swiveling around, he faced her again “yes?”
“I went through all those files and there’s one concept I want to discuss with you.”
“Good, fine, we can talk about it on the way to dinner tomorrow night, I’ve got to go now, I have to pick someone up at the airport. See you at eight.”
Standing in the hallway watching as he so confidently walked away from her she wondered who this mystery person was that he was intent on introducing her to this time, last one was some geek from a Fortune 500 company that spent the evening staring at her twins, not once making eye contact. That he was worth over five hundred million dollars didn’t impress her a bit, nor did the three dozen roses and orchids that appeared in her cubicle the next day. He was just nasty; she sent up a silent prayer that this one wasn’t nearly as obnoxious.
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