Chapter 23
Sitting in the booth across from him, Cassidy was having difficulty eating, which was completely out of character for her although she’d never shared a pizza with the likes of him before. Listening to Richie describing how Jon was being impossible, more demanding than ever and wasn’t exactly on the same page with the rest of the band, she knew she was getting a glimpse of the band that very few outside their private circle ever saw. That her best friend was the cause of the strife within the band was disturbing on a plethora of levels that she didn’t even want to probe.
Speaking with him on such a personal level changed all of her perceptions of Richie, although admittedly since she was a Jon girl her perception of the man was rather vague. His voice reminded her of dark, rich chocolate that slid across your tongue leaving a sweet, creamy taste, while his laughter chimed like tenor church bells. It was eye-opening and as they chatted she found herself becoming more comfortable with the tall, dark haired man that she’d previously only thought of as a rock star, finding instead a very down to earth, normal guy sitting with her in his worn jeans and a distractingly open shirt. The longer they sat and talked, the less intimidating he became and the easier she found it to eat, devouring several pieces of the pizza along with a couple of beers before the thought crossed her mind “so how exactly are we going to pull this off?” Seeing a deviously cunning expression light up his face, she sat back to listen.
He laid out his simple plan in between bites of the deep dish gooey pie topped with everything, the pitcher of beer sitting between them getting downed as quickly as he was inhaling the pizza, while he teased her lightly about her appetite. “So what do you think?” Finally asking, wiping his full, sensuous lips with the paper napkin.
“It’s worth a try” she replied, wiping her own lips and declaring she was full. Richie finished off his dinner, emptied the beer and grabbed the bill, satisfied they’d be able to pull it off with some additional planning and a whole lot of luck.
“Give me a ride to my hotel then? I just hope this works.”
Following him out of the restaurant, she couldn’t help noticing that his legs seemed to go on forever and the man walked with a delicious self-assurance that she never noticed before. Even now she was wondering if it would be too late to call her friend Linda to learn even more about this man, since a turn to the ‘dark side’ was most definitely in her future. Thanking him as he held her car door once again, Cassidy started her car and instinctively turned on the CD player without thought. By the time it hit her that she had a passenger and her CD player was blaring Let’s Make it Baby, she had the good sense to blush tremendously and reached over and quickly shut it off. “Sorry, I forgot that was on.”
Laughing heartily, Richie shook his head, watching the road as she started driving towards his hotel. “It’s okay, babe, I kinda figured you were a fan. So you started to tell me about your little group of friends?” his effort to take her mind off of the gaffe.
“Ah, yeah, they’re hanging out at our favorite bar. We go there after work every Friday night and play pool, talk and shove quarters in the juke box.”
“Juke box? I take it the bar has it stocked with Bon Jovi songs?”
“Uh huh. There’s a whole gang of us, mostly Jon fans, but we do have one Sam in the group, she’s turning us to the dark side slowly.” Speaking animatedly as she fought to concentrate on the road and not the gorgeous man sitting next to her that was flipping through her CD holder. “You find anything you want to hear, just put it in.” Ejecting the burned bootleg that she had been listening to.
“Dark side, you make it sound like something bad. Almost like Dot said once about the devil...”
“...doesn’t have horns and a tail, he looks like Sambora.” She giggled when she could finish the quote for him and caught the stunned surprise on his face.
“That’s scary. How?”
“It was on some interview I heard online. I admit to being a huge fan and if you don’t autograph one of those CDs, I’ll be hurt.” Pulling up in front of the hotel, she put the car in park and dug through her purse until she came up with a Sharpie.
Shaking his head again, Richie signed the copy of Have a Nice Day that was in her collection and gave back the pen. “Thanks for your help. I’ve got your number and will be calling to check on our plan. If you need anything you have mine too.” Then he got out before she could correct him.
Watching as he strode away, Stetson pushed low over his eyes, she looked down at the CD and saw not only his name, but his telephone number and gasped. Life suddenly was getting better and knowing that she had unrestricted access to that man was a dream she’d never anticipated, silently thanking Amber for fucking up her fledgling relationship with one Jon fucking Bon Jovi!
“That’s great Cassidy! Enjoy the show.” Amber was thrilled for her friend when she called screeching that she’d won four tickets to the show the following Saturday night. Her heart was beginning to heal after the months that passed since seeing Jon last and after initially throwing away his number, she dug it out of the trash and tried every area code in the four state area to try to reach him without luck. Guessing that he’d given her a bogus number and didn’t really want to see her again. He was only attempting to placate her after giving her the best lay she’d ever had. It still hurt every time she walked into her spare room and saw the multitude of personalized autographs, even now still finding new ones that she hadn’t noticed previously.
“No! You don’t understand, I want you to go with me. You can’t still be mad at Jon. Hell, you got to sleep with him and you’re the only one I know that’s done that. The tickets aren’t even up front, so he won’t see you and Stas and Rita are sitting with us. Come on! You love their music!” Pleading with her friend that just in the last week or so started joining them again for their Friday nights at the bar. “Please????”
Grumbling to herself for denying herself the love of their music when it was the one thing that always helped her out of funks, she grudgingly agreed only because Cassidy assured her three times that the seats weren’t up front where Jon would see her.
Speaking with him on such a personal level changed all of her perceptions of Richie, although admittedly since she was a Jon girl her perception of the man was rather vague. His voice reminded her of dark, rich chocolate that slid across your tongue leaving a sweet, creamy taste, while his laughter chimed like tenor church bells. It was eye-opening and as they chatted she found herself becoming more comfortable with the tall, dark haired man that she’d previously only thought of as a rock star, finding instead a very down to earth, normal guy sitting with her in his worn jeans and a distractingly open shirt. The longer they sat and talked, the less intimidating he became and the easier she found it to eat, devouring several pieces of the pizza along with a couple of beers before the thought crossed her mind “so how exactly are we going to pull this off?” Seeing a deviously cunning expression light up his face, she sat back to listen.
He laid out his simple plan in between bites of the deep dish gooey pie topped with everything, the pitcher of beer sitting between them getting downed as quickly as he was inhaling the pizza, while he teased her lightly about her appetite. “So what do you think?” Finally asking, wiping his full, sensuous lips with the paper napkin.
“It’s worth a try” she replied, wiping her own lips and declaring she was full. Richie finished off his dinner, emptied the beer and grabbed the bill, satisfied they’d be able to pull it off with some additional planning and a whole lot of luck.
“Give me a ride to my hotel then? I just hope this works.”
Following him out of the restaurant, she couldn’t help noticing that his legs seemed to go on forever and the man walked with a delicious self-assurance that she never noticed before. Even now she was wondering if it would be too late to call her friend Linda to learn even more about this man, since a turn to the ‘dark side’ was most definitely in her future. Thanking him as he held her car door once again, Cassidy started her car and instinctively turned on the CD player without thought. By the time it hit her that she had a passenger and her CD player was blaring Let’s Make it Baby, she had the good sense to blush tremendously and reached over and quickly shut it off. “Sorry, I forgot that was on.”
Laughing heartily, Richie shook his head, watching the road as she started driving towards his hotel. “It’s okay, babe, I kinda figured you were a fan. So you started to tell me about your little group of friends?” his effort to take her mind off of the gaffe.
“Ah, yeah, they’re hanging out at our favorite bar. We go there after work every Friday night and play pool, talk and shove quarters in the juke box.”
“Juke box? I take it the bar has it stocked with Bon Jovi songs?”
“Uh huh. There’s a whole gang of us, mostly Jon fans, but we do have one Sam in the group, she’s turning us to the dark side slowly.” Speaking animatedly as she fought to concentrate on the road and not the gorgeous man sitting next to her that was flipping through her CD holder. “You find anything you want to hear, just put it in.” Ejecting the burned bootleg that she had been listening to.
“Dark side, you make it sound like something bad. Almost like Dot said once about the devil...”
“...doesn’t have horns and a tail, he looks like Sambora.” She giggled when she could finish the quote for him and caught the stunned surprise on his face.
“That’s scary. How?”
“It was on some interview I heard online. I admit to being a huge fan and if you don’t autograph one of those CDs, I’ll be hurt.” Pulling up in front of the hotel, she put the car in park and dug through her purse until she came up with a Sharpie.
Shaking his head again, Richie signed the copy of Have a Nice Day that was in her collection and gave back the pen. “Thanks for your help. I’ve got your number and will be calling to check on our plan. If you need anything you have mine too.” Then he got out before she could correct him.
Watching as he strode away, Stetson pushed low over his eyes, she looked down at the CD and saw not only his name, but his telephone number and gasped. Life suddenly was getting better and knowing that she had unrestricted access to that man was a dream she’d never anticipated, silently thanking Amber for fucking up her fledgling relationship with one Jon fucking Bon Jovi!
“That’s great Cassidy! Enjoy the show.” Amber was thrilled for her friend when she called screeching that she’d won four tickets to the show the following Saturday night. Her heart was beginning to heal after the months that passed since seeing Jon last and after initially throwing away his number, she dug it out of the trash and tried every area code in the four state area to try to reach him without luck. Guessing that he’d given her a bogus number and didn’t really want to see her again. He was only attempting to placate her after giving her the best lay she’d ever had. It still hurt every time she walked into her spare room and saw the multitude of personalized autographs, even now still finding new ones that she hadn’t noticed previously.
“No! You don’t understand, I want you to go with me. You can’t still be mad at Jon. Hell, you got to sleep with him and you’re the only one I know that’s done that. The tickets aren’t even up front, so he won’t see you and Stas and Rita are sitting with us. Come on! You love their music!” Pleading with her friend that just in the last week or so started joining them again for their Friday nights at the bar. “Please????”
Grumbling to herself for denying herself the love of their music when it was the one thing that always helped her out of funks, she grudgingly agreed only because Cassidy assured her three times that the seats weren’t up front where Jon would see her.
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