Just One Kiss Chapter 7

Jon looked tired when Ritchie saw him at the hotel. It was a little after two but it still felt like seven to Jon who wanted dinner not a late lunch. He'd slept most of the transatlantic flight away as he didn't want to sleep when he was in bed with Jeannette. He had a steak, salad and baked potato while the rest of the guys were having various types of wraps. Dave noticed how quiet Jon was and figured it was just jet lag and saving his voice after spending seven hour in recycled air. After a brief sound check, Jon went back to the trailer serving as his dressing room and called Jeannette to tell her he arrived and wish her sweet dreams. He got the answering machine as she had gone to bed after tucking Chantal in.

"Hi it's Jon, just wanted to tell you I made it to Sarnia in one piece and I miss you already. Give Chantal a hug for me and tell Winston I say hi. I'll try you tomorrow."

The bugs drove the guys nuts during a rather short performance and Richie noticed Jon's voice sounded a little rough. The sound system was horrible and the guys were expecting Jon to hit the roof but Jon didn't say a word once he walked off the stage. He headed straight to the trailer, swallowed a sleeping pill, took a shower, changed and headed to the bus that would make the two hour trip to the hotel in Auburn Hills for the concert the next night. Jon stretched out of one of the couches and was asleep before the rest of the guys boarded the bus.

Tico lost the rock, paper scissors game and was in charge of waking Jon up once they reached the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. Jon mumbled a few obscenities and took the card key off Obie and tried to walk to the elevator and remain half asleep.

"Bro, do you remember your room number?" Richie asked as Jon slumped against the back of the elevator.

"Fuck off."

"I'll take that as a no. 1210, Asshole." Richie chuckled.

Richie was just closing his door when he heard Jon swearing. He opened the door a bit more and stepped out in to the hall.

"Fucking door, won't fucking open, Stupid fucking card keys!"

"Stupid Jon at the wrong fucking door." Richie sighed turning Jon around and pushing him to the other side of the hall.

He waited until the door opened and started snickering.

"Not one fucking word Sambora!" Jon growled and slammed the door.

Richie shook his head and went back to his room with a huge grin on his face. Jon pulled his boots off, yanked the comforter off the bed and laid right down. He turned a few times and then drifted back to sleep.

Jon had been playing phone tag with Jeannette for a couple of days and without thinking called her right after he got off stage after the first Boston performance. The phone rang several times before it was finally picked up.

"Unless the world is ending I will kill you with my bare hands for calling at this hour." Jeannette hissed into the phone.

"Oh fuck Jen, I forgot about the time difference. What time is it?"

She couldn't help smiling when she realized who was calling. "4:15 in the morning, idiot."

"Sorry, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, how's the tour going?"

"Well, but I'm miserable without you."

"Chantal has a birthday party on Friday so we are heading home tomorrow afternoon."

"For how long?"

"I don't know a week or so and then I'm thinking of taking her to Monaco. What about you, taking the kids to the Hampton's?"

"I want a week at home then we'll probably head up there. You aren't very talkative."

"Jon, it's 4:17, I'm tired and half asleep."

"Well I'll let you go then, sweet dreams my sweet."

"Night Jon, please remember the time difference next time."

"I'll try."

Jeannette put the phone down and rolled over. She was cursing him an hour later when she was still awake. She woke up again at nine and laid in bed until 10:15 when she picked up her phone book and looked up Jon's cell number. She dialled the number and it rang several times before it was finally picked up.

"What the fuck?" Jon growled.

"Oh fuck Jon, I forgot about the time difference. What time is it?" she asked in a sugar sweet voice.

"You are evil Jen."

"Hey it took me almost two hours to get back to sleep so turn about is fair play. Guess I need to be punished then." she purred.

"I'm awake now Baby, how about some phone sex?"

"Sorry, Chantal is waiting for me. Sweet dreams my sweet." she chuckled and hung up the
phone.

"Evil beautiful bitch. God I miss her." Jon said to the air, slid his phone under the pillow and went back to sleep.

Dave watched Jon down another cup of coffee and noticed how quiet he had been since he got back from England. He was distant and moody during the day only turning on his legendary charm and showmanship on stage. The second the final encore was done it was back to the dreary Jon. Stephanie and Jesse had flown in to see the second Boston show then go home with their Dad. Jon was trying to appear normal but 28 years of friendship told him it was all just an act. He had tried talking to him the other night but Jon dismissed him claiming he was tired.
Stephanie knew something was troubling her father. His eyes lit up when he first saw his two eldest children but since then they were a cold steel blue with none of the usual sparkle to them. He was using his fake smile when he did smile and he seemed a million miles away to her. Jon had to take a call from Philadelphia and Stephanie slid in to the seat next to her Uncle Richie.

"What's wrong with my Dad, Richie? Oh God, has he seen a doctor lately?"

Richie gave his Goddaughter a hug. "It's nothing medical Sweetheart. Your Dad is sick though, it's called love sickness. I was teasing him about it being only lust but judging by how he's acted since he left her....he's in love with her."

"Who is her? Where did he meet her and is that why he stayed in London?"

"Her name is Jeannette Pierce, he apparently met her briefly years ago and ran in to her again in London. Yes that is why he stayed."

"The name sounds vaguely familiar. I've heard it before."

"Dot use to take you to Broadway shows right?"

"Yes, she still does. We are looking forward to seeing 9 to 5 in the fall."

"Then that's how you know her, she's a big musical star with countless awards."

"Hmm I wonder what I've seen her in? So Dad is in love with her?"

"Yes and missing her something fierce. He asked her to come back with him but she has a five
year old daughter she didn't want to leave and there is a press problem."

"Press problem?"

"Yes, she looks like your Dad. One look at Jeannette and Jon with Chantal and well even I thought she was his until he set me straight."

"Really?"

"Steph she looks more like Jon than the four of you."

"Holy cow!"

"Yeah can you imagine how much fun the tabloids would have with that?"

"Richie, Dad is miserable he needs to be with her. What if we kept Chantal away from being seen
with them both? I'd watch Chantal while dad was with her."

"I could try asking her. I'd need you to get Jon's cell phone off him so I can get the number."

"Give me ten minutes." Stephanie chuckled and headed back to her Dad.

Fifteen minutes later, Stephanie handed Richie her dad's cell phone and Richie entered the two numbers Jon had into his phone book. Stephanie returned the phone back to her dad and hoped Richie could work his magic.

"Amberley Manor may I help you?" Betty asked.

"Hi is Jeannette there please?"

"I'm sorry but she is not in residence."

"Thank you."

Richie tried the number marked cell and the phone was finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"Is Jeannette there please."

"One Moment, Jen the phone is for you."

"Hello."

"Hi Jeannette, you probably don't remember me but I'm a friend of Jon's. My name is Richie..."

"I know who you are Mr. Sambora, what can I do for you?"

"You both can get on a plane and come to New York. Jon has been absolutely miserable without you and very withdrawn. His daughter is concerned and asked me if I could get you down here. Stephanie has offered to watch Chantal so the press doesn't see the three of you together. I was hoping we could surprise the hell out of Jon at our final concert in Madison Square Gardens. He told me that you sing Thank You better then he does, so I thought maybe you could walk out and force him into a duet. I'd book two rooms for you at the Plaza. Stephanie would watch Chantal while you were at the venue and stay all night and you and Jon could reconnect in the other room after the concert."

"I don't know Richie, can I think about it for a week or so?"

"The concert is in five days, the last show is July 15th."

"Bloody hell, you don't give a lady much time."

"Sorry but I can assure you that there is never any press at Jon's estate. Can you give me a call back in a few hours so I can make arrangements?"

"Fine, give me a few hours to think this over. What number can I reach you at?"

Richie gave her his cell phone number and caught Stephanie's eye giving her crossed fingers and thumbs up sign which made her smile. She asked for her Dad's phone again and thought she could get a yes from Jeannette. She dialled Amberley Manor first then tried the second number. This time Jeannette answered.

"Hi Miss Pierce, this is Stephanie Bongiovi calling. I know my Uncle Rich gave you a call but I thought maybe if we chatted you'd be more comfortable with the idea of me watching Chantal. I'm fifteen and very responsible. My Mom leaves me in charge of my brothers when she needs to go out. I can handle a four year old boy no problem so Chantal will be a pleasure. I really like kids and I want to be a teacher when I get older. Miss Pierce, the sparkle is gone in my Dad's eyes and only you can put it back. Please come down to visit."

"Stephanie, this isn't fair, you are as utterly charming as your father. I'll make my flight arrangements and then call Richie to let him know."

"Thank you so much Miss Pierce."

"You are welcome my little manipulator."

Stephanie laughed and hung up flashing Richie a huge grin.

Jeannette finally found the British Airways flight she wanted in first class that left Heathrow Airport at 08:55 and arrived at JFK at 11:20, eight hours before the concert began. Richie assured her that someone would be waiting for the Pearson's as soon as they cleared customs. Chantal was very excited about the trip and kept asking her Mom questions about Stephanie that she had no answers for. Richie told Jen that Stephanie's payment for baby-sitting services was bizarre and that he'd handle it since he knew exactly what she wanted.

By the time the limo pulled up to the front of the Plaza Hotel, Jeannette was ready for a nap and Chantal was ready to run around the city. She knew FAO Schwarz was across the street from the Plaza and was staring at it as soon as she got out of the car. Jeannette knew what her daughter was thinking and sighed.

"Sweetie, I need a nap and you need to have a break too. I'm sure Stephanie would be happy to bring you across the street when she arrives. Let me check in. Please go get your luggage from the driver."

Jeannette checked in and called Richie from the hotel phone to let him know she had arrived. He told her that Stephanie would be there at five and she'd bring an all access pass with her. The concert was scheduled to begin at 7:30 and Bon Jovi was expected to be on stage by 8:30. Richie asked her to be at the artists entrance at 8:30 and as soon as they were on stage they'd let her in to the backstage area.

She ordered lunch for them both and as soon as it was delivered she went for a nap giving Chantal strict instructions to not leave the room. She woke up at 4:50 and found Chantal sitting in the living area watching TV with a pitcher of chocolate milk in front of her. Jeannette started eating half of the now cold club sandwich and ordered a pot of spearmint tea to be brought up immediately. The tea and Stephanie both arrived at the same time.

Stephanie looked at the tall blonde woman and could see why her father fell for her. Her long blond hair was pulled up into a neat bun and her green eyes shone like emeralds. Her large breasts were poured into a tight sage green top and her waist looked tiny in a white knee length skirt. Big breasts and long legs, she thought knowing her father's weakness for them. That is no groupie she thought, wondering how a woman who exuded class fell for her occasionally crass, potty mouthed dad.

"Hi Miss Pierce."

"Call me Jen, Stephanie. So it's Stephanie Manipulator Bongiovi?"

Stephanie laughed, "It's actually Rose, but I guess I learned a few things about getting my own way from dear old dad."

"Well my daughter, who would be hooked up to a chocolate milk IV if I let her, is incredibly happy to meet you. Get ready for a game of two hundred questions."

"Hi Stephanie, would you like some chocolate milk?"

"No thanks Chantal, I'm addicted to another drink."

"Addicted?" Jen asked with a grin.

"You mean Uncle Richie didn't tell you what I charged for baby sitting?"

"He just said you were a freak and he'd take care of it."

"I only drink Crystal Light Pink Lemonade, so I wanted a pitcher and two boxes of the mix."

"I'm rather fond of lemonade myself but I couldn't live without tea."

"I'll let you taste it when I make it. Do I need any instructions?"

"Chantal wanted to go across the street to FAO, I told her you might be willing to take her. She has to be in bed, lights out by ten and she is not allowed to cross a street without holding your hand."

"Those are easy enough rules to follow and I'm sure Chantal won't give me any problems, right?"

"No problems at all Stephanie. Mummy can we give her the gift now?"

"Yes, it's sitting on the night stand. Oh yes just in case something happens, my room is 1520, the
last suite on this side of the hall."

"Don't worry, massive blood loss would be the only reason I'd disturb you and my Dad." she replied memorizing the room number anyway.

Chantal came out with a thin box wrapped in floral paper and handed it to Stephanie. The box held a silver charm bracelet with a lipstick, high heels, a red London double decker bus, a purse and a tiny hand held mirror on it.

"Oh wow, this is great, I love them all but the lipstick is the best. Thank you so much."

"You are welcome. When did you see your Dad last?"

"A few hours ago, he brought me into the city when he came over. He thinks I'm at a sleep over at a friends house. I hung out with her and her parents then they dropped me off at the hotel door."

Stephanie had walked in with a pair of sandals on but she had kicked them off rather quickly which made Jeannette smile. She went back to her sandwich and asked if Stephanie wanted anything. Stephanie made her lemonade and gave her a glass. Jen liked it and made a mental note to stock up on it before they went back home. Half an hour later, the girls left for the toy store and promised they'd be back in an hour and a half. Jeannette asked for a wake up call and went back to lay down and rest.

Jen didn't need the wake up call as she heard Chantal giggling as the girls got back to the room. She got out of bed and found Chantal had a large bag in front of her from the toy store and a large lolly in her mouth.

"Miss Muffet, I don't recall giving you any money."

"Stephanie bought them for me. I got two more actors for my company."

Chantal pulled out a plush grey elephant puppet and a beige and white kangaroo with a joey in it's pouch. She also handed her mom a small bag of liquorice all-sorts, one of Jeannette's favourite candies.

"Thank you Stephanie. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, dad pays my credit card bill and I'm sure he'd be happy to pay for what we got. You can ask him later if you don't believe me."

"A credit card at fifteen and your father questioned my parenting skills." she scoffed.

Stephanie looked down at her feet and said nothing. Chantal told her mother what had changed in the store since last time they were in New York until it was time for Jen to get dressed. Jeannette came out half an hour later in a body hugging deep purple satin dress that showed a lot of cleavage without looking slutty and came to just above her knee. She had a pair of very high heels of almost the same colour on and a gorgeous amethyst and diamond set of earrings and bracelet.

"Wow, you look gorgeous Jen, my Dad will be drooling but what are you wearing on stage?"

"This is what I'm wearing."

"Oh." (You are way too dressed up for a concert.)

"I've got to leave. Chantal be good or else."

"Yes Mummy." Chantal got up and kissed her mother goodnight and gave her a hug.

"Stephanie, if you get hungry later just call room service, thank you again."

"You're welcome again. Have fun freaking my dad out. He hates being surprised but he'll love seeing you."

Jeannette made it inside Madison Square Gardens with no problem and found it rather boring sitting behind the scenes. She made herself a cup of tea and asked if there was anywhere she could watch the show from. She was brought over to the lighting control booth and picked up the concert at 'Whole Lot of Leaving'. Jen knew that if Jon stayed with the set list, 'Keep the Faith' would be the last song before a wardrobe change and Richie's solo. Jon would appear in the crowd to sing and he'd get through the first verse of 'Make a Memory' before a spot light would hit her on a set of stairs and she'd join in vocally, signing and walking until she reached his mini stage. As Richie started singing, a technician brought over an ear piece and a microphone to her and helped her get into the section and out of view before Jon was on the floor. She was in place when she heard a voice talking in her ear. She hadn't been paying attention and it wasn't repeated.

The crowd roared when Jon appeared on the small stage and he started singing. Jeannette was thrown for a loop when the crowd started singing with him. She was use to being the only voice heard and respectful silence. She wondered if Jon would even hear her over the crowd. Before she knew it the spotlight was on her and she started singing.

Look at this old photograph
Look at all that hair we had...

Jon had his eyes closed so he didn't notice the spotlight but he heard her lilting voice on photograph and thought he was dreaming. His eyes sprung open and he looked around until he saw her, a vision in purple heading his way. His looked over to Richie who was standing on stage, a huge grin on his face, his hand over his forehead watching Jeannette make her way to the small stage. He pointed at Richie, shook his head and then focused on Jen. He kept singing but stepped back from the microphone so her voice could really be heard. Her softer voice floated throughout the arena and Jon felt like jumping down, throwing her in his arms and bringing her to him. Her slow sexy walk and coy smile were driving him insane and making his blood boil. When she was finally in front of him, the crowd parted and he stopped playing giving her his hand and helping her on stage. He swatted her rear end and went back to playing. When the music faded away he was suppose to go straight to 'Blood' but he turned around and pulled her into his arms giving her a long hug.

"I can't believe......, you have no idea........my precious Jen."

"Hello to you too." Jen whispered back and reluctantly withdrew from the hug, knowing she'd
get one hell of a kiss from him in private.

"Ladies and gentleman, the magnificent Jeannette Pierce. I always thought the guys and I did an decent job with this next song until I heard Jen sing it as a lullaby to her daughter. Compared to her, we sound like crap. Jen will you sing it for us?"

"Jon, I was surprising you with one duet, not turning this into......"

"Please, pretty please with a cherry on top." Jon chided, his most charming grin in full action.

"I'll get you my pretty and your shaggy haired accomplice." she sighed giving Richie a look that gave him the chills.

Jeannette started singing 'Thank You For Loving Me' accompanied by Dave on the piano. Jon stood back, his arms across his chest and just listened to her, he had no intention of joining her this time and just listened to her angelic and powerful voice soar. The crowd had started singing with her but quickly stopped and Jon knew they were as mesmerized by her voice as he had been the first time.

"Thanks for the help." she stated, slapping him upside the head when she was done. "Now get back to work, slacker."

With that she gave his ass a playful slap and made her way off stage. Ten minutes later she had made it through he maze of corridors and waited for him in the dressing room. She kicked off her heels and sat with her legs underneath her, eyes closed waiting to hear the door open and to feel his soft lips pressing hard into her.(Damn him, I can't wait to be in his arms again.)

She was seconds away from dozing off when she heard the noise from the hall and waited with breathless anticipation to feel his skin against hers. Jen didn't have to wait long as Jon cupped her face with both hands and gently kissed her eyelids, her forehead and nose before sliding his tongue across her lips. Their tongues met in a fiery tango and Jon kissed her hard, his fingers in her hair holding her against his lips. He continued kissing her, needing to taste her more than he needed to breathe until he started turning blue and had to pull away.

"I didn't need mouth to mouth but it looks like you might right now." she chuckled.

"I still can't believe I'm not dreaming. You are actually here."

"In the flesh, I like you in blue even better than the red. I could go swimming in your eyes."

"You have no idea how miserable I was without you Jen."

"That's why I'm here, your daughter was very concerned about the shell of a man who was trying to be her father."

"Steph called you?"

"Yes, she's watching Chantal right now. I've dubbed her my little manipulator."

"The shaggy hair accomplice must have been Rich."

"Yes, he made all the hotel arrangements and the initial call. Your daughter sealed the deal."

"She is getting a car for her sixteenth." Jon laughed kissing her again.

"Which reminds me, you critique my parenting skills and you give a 15 year old a credit card? Are you insane?"

"She's very responsible and never goes insane. I can afford it so why not."

"Why not? She is 15 and should be working for an allowance, saving her money up to buy things."

"We are not going to talk about parenting styles tonight my love. Let me take a shower and then we can get out of here."

Jon left the bathroom door open and talked to her while he quickly took a shower. He walked out with just a towel wrapped around his waist pushing her back against the wall and kissing her hard as his hands roamed her body. His hand slid up underneath her dress and ran along her slit.

"I see I'm going to have to punish you, you naughty little diva."

"I've been looking forward to my punishment since I got dressed." she purred as Jon slid the zipper down leaving her naked before him.

He ordered her to bend over the couch as he locked the door and thrust straight into her. Her hips bucked and she pushed back against him with each stroke. She hated how much she craved each stroke, how it made her wish she never had to leave him. He withdrew from her and turned her in his arms, kissing each breast before kissing her passionately.

"Let's get out of here Jen. Do you have a room?"

"Yes, at the other end of the hall from our daughters."

They talked quietly in the car, Jon pulled her into his lap and kissed her neck when they weren't talking. The driver knew to pull up at a side entrance and they were in the elevator without a soul noticing. Jeannette smiled when she saw a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with a short note.

Wow, voice of an angel indeed.
Enjoy
Richie

She popped the cork and poured them each a glass. Jon took a sip and went to kiss her but was met with the bottom of the glass. Jen walked away from him so she could finish the glass. The second she put it down his hands were on her back pulling the zipper down on her dress once more.

"God Jen, you have no idea what I wanted to do the moment I saw you."

"I have a good idea, you are a very physical person, you need to touch and feel. I'm amazed you
managed to restrain yourself until you showered."

"Your skin seems even softer than I remembered." he mumbled as he kissed her shoulder.

She bit down on her lower lip as he kissed every inch of her back, his fingers playing with her nipples. He left a lenghty kiss on her hip and picked her up placing her gently on the bed. He stood back and gazed at her, her pale skin shimmering in the moonlight flooding in from the window.

"You are the most beautiful sight in the world, my love."

"Stop staring at me and make love to me Mr. Bongiovi."

"Yes Miss Pierce, I am but your humble servent." he replied with a grin.

Just One Kiss Chapter 6

The three of them went riding in the afternoon and Chantal led them to her private swimming hole. She tore off her shorts and T shirt and jumped into the water with her pink bathing suit on.

"Damn that looks inviting." Jon moaned as he wiped sweat off his brow.

"I didn't know she'd want to go here or I would have worn my suit underneath too."

"Come on in, the water's fine." Chantal yelled and did a somersault in the water.

"You have boxers on right?"

"Yeah."

"You could go in and let the sun dry you off or go commando on the way back to the house."

"And you?" Jon asked as she peeled her top off and shimmied out of her shorts, jumping in the water in her sexy pink bra set.

"Mummy, doesn't that thread up your butt hurt?" Chantal asked when Jeannette surfaced beside her.

"No Sweetie. Come on Jon, you know you want to join us the water is nice and cool."

"Yeah I see that." Jon said looking at her stiff nipples beneath the now see through bra. She floated on her back and Jon knew he couldn't take his jeans off until he calmed his body down.

Twenty minutes later, he jumped into the water and found that he could stand in it as the water reached his shoulders. He twirled a floating Jen around a few times and then had to spend twenty minutes doing the same to Chantal. While he twirled Chantal, Jen got out of the water and stripped naked leaving her bra and thong to dry in the sun. She circled her nipples with her finger, licked her lips then laid down causing Jon to almost drown her daughter as he pushed down instead of around. Chantal came up spurting, splashed water in his face and told him to pay attention as she floated again. When Chantal finally came out of the water she offered to go get towels and rode off. Jon immediately got out of the water and ran his wet hand along her bare back, flipping her over quickly, her legs on his shoulders.

"Jon?"

"I need you so bad Jen." he growled and thrust in to her.

Twenty minutes later he looked up at her throw the valley of her breasts, smiling at the dreamy
look on her face.

"There is nothing sexier in the world than that." she said quietly.

"Than what? Jon asked figuring she meant a good fuck.

"The way that you look up at me between my breasts. Your look makes me think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world."

"That's because it's true, you are Jen."

"Such a charmer. You best get off of me, Miss Muffet will be back very soon."

"Jen, I don't want to say goodbye to you. I haven't been this happy in years."

"Parting is such sweet sorrow." she replied softly.

"I'm serious, come on tour with me."

"Jon, if you were playing in Toronto, I'd think about it for a fraction of a second before saying no. I have a house there and Chantal has friends. Sarnia, sorry but I have no desire to see it. I won't leave Chantal behind and I'm not risking the press seeing the three of us together and having her whole world falsely turned upside down. I like you Jon, but I love my daughter."

"We have to figure something out because I need you Jen."

"You can't always get what you want Jon. I'm sure there are lots of girls back home who would be more than happy to fuck your brains out." she replied hating the thought.

"It's not just the fact that I've never had better sex in my entire life Jen. We've got a connection, a deep connection, not only do our bodies fit perfectly together but even out voice blend perfectly. We share a passion for music, for fine wines, for our kids, for helping others and the list goes on. It's so easy talking to you and so much fun arguing with you."

"You are welcome to come visit me anytime Jon."

"I've got a summer place in the Hampton's. What about both of you coming to see me?"

"Oh the Hampton's, where the press camps out during the summer and half the town knows all the tabloids numbers by heart? Don't think so. My first and only visit I was accused of breaking up a marriage because I ran into someone in a store and had a cuppa with them."

"Really?"

"Yes and it wasn't the husband either!"

The goofy look on Jon's face made her swat him and go on a tirade about men thinking girl on girl action was so hot. Chantal came riding up in time to hear Jon begging her to forget he even brought the idea up.

"Don't mess with Mummy, Jon. She can debate with you until you are blue in the face, passed out and no longer living and she'll still be throwing points out."

"Chantal!"

"What? Aunty Mandy and Aunty Rhonda have said that a few times."

Jon started laughing and took a towel of Chantal wondering how he was going to persuade Jen to spend more time with him. She tossed a towel at her still naked mother and brought some carrots over to the two other horses. they made it back to the house in time for tea and Jeannette remembered she gave Betty the rest of the day off. She opened the fridge and found a plate of tea sandwiches and bite sized desserts. Chantal put them on the tea tier while Jeannette put some clotted cream in a bowl and took some scones out of the bread box.

"How about cherry preserves today?" Jeannette asked them both.

"Fine with me." Jon answered.

"Can I take the little blackberry one instead Mummy?"

"Sure, why don't you go show Jon your theatre and company while I get the water ready? Give me fifteen minutes."

"You have a theatre and a company?" Jon asked.

"Yes, I'll show you."

Chantal led Jon off to a room upstairs that held a large wooden puppet theatre complete with velvet curtains. She opened up a closet with hand painted backgrounds neatly arranged on the walls and three large sets of plastic drawers on wheels. Chantal wheeled each out and started opening the drawers to show off her company of actors. Jon was expecting wooden puppets and was surprised to see that her entire company was plush. She pulled out a soft fuzzy grey bunny with a white stomach and a racoon and brought Jon to see the back of the stage that could easily hold three adults.

"Does my racoon have a name?" Jon asked.

"Rodney and this is Whiskers."

"Hello Whiskers." Jon said in a gruff voice.

"Hello Rodney, such a fine day today." Chantal replied in a perfect Irish accent.

The two stuffed puppets continued having a five minute conversation about fresh air versus the air in their plastic house until Jeannette pressed the rarely used dinner bell to summon them to tea. Chantal told Jon they had to put everything back in place quickly and get downstairs.

"I thought we could play some more after tea." Jon suggested.

"I'd like that but we still have to clean up first or Mummy will have a fit."

Jon rolled his eyes but helped her clean up. He was constantly tripping over his children's toys and it never bothered him or Dorothea. He still couldn't get over how trained Jeannette had Chantal. It occasionally reminded him of a Stepford Wife.

"What took you two so long?" Jeannette asked as they sat down.

"A place for everything and everything in it's place." Jon replied with a smirk.

The look Jen gave him was more effective than any icy cold shower and he knew to not even bother hoping for some more action that day. After tea was finished Jon went back up to the puppet room and played with Chantal until dinner time. One minute he was playing with a five year old and ten minutes later she was having a conversation and sounding like a college senior. He was certain that she'd be bored out of her mind in school and wondered if Jen had thought of that yet.

After dinner Jen sent Chantal up to pick out a book for read out loud and settled into the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. Her position emphasized her breasts and Jon found himself looking for a pillow to put over his lap. She came down with a large illustrated special edition of Anne of Green Gables and opened it at the green velvet ribbon place keeper. Chantal handed the book over to her mother and stretched out on the couch. Jon had fallen asleep twenty minutes in to the story and woke up with a start when Chantal jumped in his lap.

"Whoa, Chantal, you should never jump into a man's lap. Knees can hurt delicate areas."

"It's eight and I believe you were making me something with chocolate."

"Ah yes the humble S'more. Do you know why the are called that?"

"Well it sounds like a slang way of saying some more so I guess they are so good you want another one."

"What grade is she going into ten?" Jon asked with a grin.

"First form." Jeannette laughed.

"I'm waiting for some chocolate goodness." Chantal announced.

"Everything you wanted is beside the bread box Jon."

Fifteen minutes later Jon came out with a plate of s'mores and Chantal was madly in love. Jeannette took one bite and handed it over to her daughter.

"Sorry but far too sweet for my liking, I'd rather just eat the chocolate on it's own."

"I love the chocolate gooey goodness." Chantal proclaimed and went for a fourth one.

"I like them, they remind me of my childhood." Jon replied taking a second one.

Jeannette got up and came back with a sleeve of her chocolate soufflé cookies and left them to devour the s'mores. Jon brought Chantal up to her room, brushed her hair for twenty minutes, before giving her a kiss on the forehead and telling her to get ready for bed. Jeannette came up to tuck her in and turned off the lights. She slipped into her room, removed her shorts and T shirt, put them away and padded downstairs barefoot.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Jon growled when he saw her.

"Follow me and you'll find out." Jen started heading in the direction of her studio leaving her bra half way down the stairs and pulling her thong off as she opened the studio door. "Soundproof." was all she managed to say before Jon was on her.

He loved being able to watch her in the mirrored wall, watch her face, her eyes cloud over as he took her from behind and gave her the hard fucking she loved. Watching her was an incredible turn on for him and seemed to give him even more energy as he pounded in to her. They lay naked intertwined in each other on the floor recovering from the last two hours while Jon sucked gently on her neck.

"Come back with me Jen, I can't let you go."

"What? Jon, we've been over this." she exclaimed.

"Come on tour with me darling."

"Jon, are you mad? I'm not leaving Chantal a week after I quit to spend more time with her! You just want me at your sexual beck and call. Not that I mind all the sex but I am no groupie."
"Bella, you've cast a spell over me and I don't think I can go on with out you."

"Jon, rule number one is the show must go on, so stop acting like a love sick teenager. We have shared a delicious and decedent week together, it nothing more than hot sex. We've got a day left before you leave to break some more decency laws, then this little sexual escapade will be over."

"It's more than the sex Jen and you know it."

"Jon, I like you but it's been all about the sex for me." she lied.

"I don't believe you."

"Jon, I've been able to let my wild side come out and play but when you go it's time for the slut to go back where she belongs and the loving mother to get on with her life."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't have feelings for me."

"I already said you could visit me anytime, what more do you want?"

"I want you to admit, I need you to tell me that you'll be miserable without me and that as soon as I can figure out a way to keep the press at bay you'll be on a plane to see me. I've been away from home for almost nine months and other than Christmas and Easter I've barely seen my kids or I'd be on the first flight back to London and you."

"Jon, I do like you and I will miss you. I don't get that emotionally attached to anyone after a week. I'm certainly never miserable with Chantal in my life. All I can tell you now is that it isn't just the sex."

"I guess I can live with that." he replied with a pout.

"You can pout or you can come to bed." Jeannette stated and stood picking her thong up at the door and climbing the stairs to retrieve her bra.

Jon let the studio door close and screamed in frustration, cursing the tough British resolve and wondering why he had to fall for a woman who wouldn't jump at the chance to be with him all the time. She had been right earlier, he knew there were hundreds of women who would gladly fuck his brains out whenever he wanted, but none of them were Jeannette and he only wanted her.

Just One Kiss Chapter 5

When Jon arrived, Betty showed him to a guest room. He left his suitcase on the bed and stopped to look inside Chantal’s room on the way past it. He smiled when he noticed Winston was sitting on her pillow. During tea, Jeannette suggested that Chantal could pick out a few of her favourite home movies to show Jon before dinner. Before she left Jeannette, gave her daughter a hug and kiss and told her she was probably going to sleep in the next morning. Chantal wanted to show Jon her horse and they headed towards the stables. After a short ride, they returned to the house and watched her third birthday party, her trip to Disney Paris, a trip to the Ontario Science Center in Toronto and her first riding competition.

After dinner, Jon asked if she wanted to hear a story. Chantal ran up to get a book and came back with the Complete Adventures of Curious George. He looked at the 400 plus page book and smiled.

"Geez, do you think this book is long enough?"

"The first seven books are in there. I have the new adventures book too."

"I’ll read you two of the stories then it’s time for bed."

"Kay."

She sat right next to him on the couch so she could see the pictures as he read her the two stories, trying his best to create different voices for different characters.

"Time for you and George to go to bed. I use to love getting Curious George books out of the library when I was your age. I liked Dr. Seuss a lot too."

"What was your favourite?"

"I think Horton Hears a Hoo was my favourite."

"Did you read Barbar?"

"No, I’ve heard of him though, he’s an elephant right?"

"Yeah, Mommy has an original printing of Barbar’s Father Christmas. We read it at Christmas time."

"So you can read?"

"Oh yeah, I’ve been reading since I was two and a half. Miss Mandy says I read at a grade 4 level."

"Maybe you can read me, a bedtime story tomorrow."

Chantal laughed, "Sure, I’ll pick something good."

Jon followed her up to her room and sat down on her bed.

"I see Winston is out."

"Yes, Mommy asked me if I’d like him to stay on my bed. Can you get the glass out of the bathroom across the hall and put some cold water in it for me?

"Sure, but don’t you have to brush your teeth?"

"No, I only brush them in the morning."

"Your teeth are your friends, you need to take care of them. You should brush them after every meal or at least at bedtime."

Nah, my plan is good, water please."

Chantal had put on her pyjamas and was sitting on the bench of her vanity. Jon put the water on the table beside her bed and turned down her covers.

"Oh, can we do that for Mommy? She is always so tired when she comes home from a party."

"Sure, lets go now."

Once they were back in her room, Chantal handed him her hair brush and pulled her hair out of its ponytail. "Could you brush my hair?"

Jon figured it was a part of her bedtime routine and brushed her golden hair until he noticed her eyes were closed.

"Hey, you’re falling asleep on me. Time to climb into bed."

Chantal sighed, she loved having her hair brushed but Jeannette rarely indulged her because she never wanted her mom to stop. She climbed in to bed and wrapped her arms around
Winston. Jon leaned over and left a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my sweet."

"Night Jon, thank you for my story."

"It was my pleasure, see you in the morning." Jon turned out her light and went downstairs with a book.

Jon heard a car drive up a little after midnight and closed his book He made it to the door just in time to open it for Jeannette. He hadn’t seen her leave because he was in the stable but the sight that greeted him sent his temperature soaring. She was wearing a deep rose dress that had a plunging front and back and fell to her ankles.

"You look amazing."

"Thank you, Jon you didn’t need to wait up for me."

"I wanted to make sure you got home safely and I used the time to get some reading done."

"Did Chantal give you a hard time?"

"No, she was great, I read her two stories, brushed her hair and tucked her in."

"She asked you to brush her hair? That little scamp."

"You don’t brush her hair?"

"Not often, she never wants you to stop and she get cranky when you do. How long did you brush it for?"

"About ten minutes I guess, I stopped because she looked like she was falling asleep."

"She probably was. I’m not tired yet, but I want to get out of this dress and these shoes. Care to meet me in my study in ten minutes?"

"Sure."

Fifteen minutes later he made his way into her study. She was sitting on the couch sipping a glass of red wine. She had changed into gray silk PJ’s. She took one look at Jon and giggled.

"So you sleep in jeans?"

"No."

"Jon, go change for bed. Do you want a night cap?"

"Wine’s fine for me."

"I’ve been drinking champagne all night or I’d have something harder myself, are you sure?"

"I really like wine but do you have scotch?"

"Will Glenfiddich do?"

"Oh yeah."

"So change already."

Jon came back a few minutes later with boxers and an old faded gray T shirt on. He accepted the tumbler of scotch and let the amber liquor slide down his throat.

"So how was the party?"

"Typical, but this time I foiled my host. It drives me nuts, anytime I’m invited to a party the host assumes I’ll provide free entertainment. No one asks me in advance if I’d sing, which I would actually appreciate. No, they all wait and ask me in front of everyone if I would sing. They make it so that you can’t really say no."

"I hate having to sing for my supper too."

"Tonight I said, sorry the throat is sore and I’m not singing. The party fizzled after that and I left."

"It sounds to me like you need to do that more often."

"Yeah, I don’t know why I go to so many parties, I don’t really enjoy them."

"I think that you are so use to not being home in the evening that you think you need to be out when you aren’t on the stage. That isn’t a knock about tucking Chantal in either."

"One of the reasons, I’m taking this break is that I miss tucking her in and having dinner with her."

"How long of a break are you taking?"

"I don’t know." She replied not ready to tell Jon it was going to be a permanent break.

"So tell me about your family. Where did you grow up? Did you always want to be on the stage?"

"I was born and bread in London. My Dad died when I was fifteen. I missed him so much that I tried out for a local theatre company’s production of Sound of Music. I wanted to do something to keep me busy. I got the role of Lizel and on opening night a producer was in the audience. He was dragged there to see the girl playing Maria but I stole the show. They were just about to start casting for Les Miz and Eponine was offered to me on the spot. Three months later, the workshop started and nine months later the show opened. I was sixteen on opening night and turned seventeen two months later."

"Sorry about your Dad, are you close to your Mom?"

"I talk to her every so often. She got tired of the rain and cold here and moved to Barbados in 1997. I hoped she’d want to be a grandma but she didn’t want to be hands on. She calls on Chantal’s birthday and always sends her a gift but she never wants to come here and I know she isn’t exactly thrilled when we spend a week with her every year."

"That’s too bad, my Mom loves her grand kids. Was she a stage Mom?"

"No, she’d come to opening nights and that was about it. I rarely saw her once Les Miz opened. I’d go to school, go straight to the theatre, come home to fall in to bed and get up for school the next morning. I’d hardly ever see her. On my eighteenth birthday, I used the trust fund money from my Dad and my earning to buy my townhouse and I moved out. I wanted to live in a house that suited my tastes. I’ve been an independent women for almost eighteen years."

"How old were you when we met and what were you doing in Fiji?"

"I was 29 and I had run away from the theatre two and a half months before. I had been performing for twelve years straight, going from one show to the next and I was exhausted. I started hating going to work every day and I knew I needed a break. I didn’t renew my contract and left my role as Evita and went straight to the airport. I boarded the next flight to Sydney and found my way to Fiji. I was in Fiji for almost two months, we met on my last night there. I went diving at the Great Barrier Reef for a week then went to visit a friend in Nice for a few weeks before finally going back to London. I was home for maybe three weeks when I started getting what turned out to be wicked morning sickness. I found out I was pregnant and didn’t work until Chantal was three months old."

"Did you ever consider not having Chantal?"

"No, I was about two months when I found out and there was no way I would terminate the pregnancy. I don’t believe in abortions. You bolted that night because you were married right?"

"Yes, you made me forget that my wife and 3 kids were back in the resort sleeping. I didn’t want to stop kissing you but I knew that if I didn’t leave, I’d be fucking you in the bar and that wasn’t really fair to my wife or you. I haven’t always been faithful to my wife but I hadn’t cheated on her in years and you were the first serious temptation to come along. I thought about you all that night and wondered how hot the sex would have been. That trip was after the Bounce Tour."

"You aren’t married anymore though are you? What happened?"

"No, we grew apart and when we were together it was like two strangers living under one roof. Dorth and I had always been best friends but the only thing we ever talked about anymore was the kids. We spent a lot of time having sex because we didn’t have to talk. She finally told me that she thought we should separate and about six months later she meet a divorced father and started dating him. We got divorced quietly and it was only a tiny blip on the news scene."

"Nothing like poor Richie and that tramp. Heather came to see me in New York and came
backstage. I liked her a lot she was very kind."

"Yes, Heather is a very good person. I still talk to her every so often."

Jeannette woke up naked in Jon’s arms. She thought about it for a few minutes and remembered what had happened. They were talking and drinking and she leaned over to kiss Jon. He kissed her back and quickly relieved her of her clothes and used his tongue to bring her to an orgasm before carrying her to bed. She remembered taking control in bed and wanting to draw sex out like their kissing but she wanted him inside her too much and gave in to her wanton needs. She turned slightly to watch him sleep for a few minutes and then made herself comfortable and went back to sleep.

Jon woke up an hour or so later and could feel her hair on his chest. He smiled to himself because he finally wasn’t waking up alone. He carefully pulled away from her and pulled the sheet off her body. He studied every inch of her body and committed it to memory before he started leaving tender kisses all over her. She thought she was dreaming until she felt his teeth rake over her nipple. She moaned and slowly opened her eyes. He looked up at her through the valley of her breasts and smiled softly.

"Morning Jen."

"Hey, that’s the first time you called me Jen."

"I think it’s safe to say we are friends now." He replied before returning his attention back to her
breasts.

"Friends with benefits." She chuckled.

"I know the sensible thing, would be not having sex, but you and I loose our senses around each other."

"Jon, you need to earn your keep." She said with a sexy grin.

"So you would like my special turn down and wake up services?"

"Hell yeah."

Jon laughed, "You know it is rather fun watching and listening to you in the throws of passion, you turn me on."

"You tongue certainly turned me on last night but I miss your kisses."

"How about night sex and morning kisses?"

"Works for me."

"Is there any danger of Chantal walking in on us?"

"Not in the morning, she never wakes me up. She may wonder where you are though."

"Then I guess I better get off you and...."

"You owe me at least a half an hour of serious necking."

"You are such a slave driver." He chuckled before kissing her.

"Jon, don’t you miss your kids?" She asked half an hour later as he was rubbing both nipples between his fingers and sucking on her neck.

"I miss them, I miss then a lot."

"Then what are you doing in East Sussex in my bed?"

"I’m making you moan." Jon answered hoping to deflect this particular line of questioning.

"Yes you are, but you know that’s not what I mean."

"I’ll be seeing my kids in a week or so, right now I’ve got a beautiful woman naked and I’d like to
fuck her brains out again."

"Sorry, but I’m going to go check on my daughter and see if there is any chocolate milk left. We got a fresh delivery today and it better not be gone."

Jeannette kissed the tip of his nose and moved from underneath him. She pulled on a skirt and a tank top, her nipples still extended and pointing out against the thin material and padded downstairs. Jon screamed into the pillow, the knowledge that she had no underwear on was going to drive him nuts all day long.

He walked into the kitchen to find Jen holding an empty glass milk bottle.

"Four, you downed four of these young lady! No more chocolate milk for you today. Chantal you are cut off."

"Mummy, you know how much I love chocolate milk, I can’t help myself. I’m an addict."

"Yeah well cutting off your supply is steps 1-8, in the 12 step program. Go read."

"I’m sorry Miss Pierce, the little imp got to the bottles before I made it over here." Betty stated.

"I don’t blame you Betty. I have a funny feeling she set her alarm so she could meet the
milkman at the door. "

"I’ll make you breakfast, what would you like?"

"Don’t worry about it Betty, I’ll make us both something. You can go stock the pantry then you can have the rest of the day off."

"Thank you Miss, is there anything you’d like beside your soufflé cookies?"

"Some good quality dark chocolate, I’m in the mood to make a pain au chocolat."

"I’ll get you the best they have."

"Betty, do they have graham crackers and marshmallows?" Jon asked.

"Yes, would you like some?"

"Please with a bar of chocolate, just let me go get my wallet."

"Don’t worry about it Jon. Thanks Betty, that will be all."

"What do you want with marshmallows and graham crackers?"

"You’ve obviously never had a s’more."

"A s’more, never heard of it. What is it?"

"You’ll see, what time to you put Chantal to bed normally?"

"Around nine."

"Then you’ll find out around eight." Jon said as he walked up behind her and pulled her against him, kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body.

"Joooon." she replied trying to fight her desire for him.

"Did you really think you could strut around all day without panties and not have to suffer the consequences?" he whispered huskily in her ears as he raised her skirt up to her waist and
caressed her cheeks with his hands.

"Jon, not here."

"Shush, I’m in charge now and right here, right now is the consequence." He pulled his zipper
down and entered her quickly thrusting hard as she melted in his arms, holding on to the counter for dear life. His need for her, made being gentle impossible as he rammed in to her over and over again until he exploded inside of her. As soon as he withdrew she slipped down to the ground.

"Bloody hell Jon, you fucked me like I was a piece of meat. I’m sore from the force you used."

"Sorry Baby, my desire for you got out of control."

"I wouldn’t like that every time but wow those orgasms were intense."

"So the beautiful star likes it rough?" Jon asked with a wolfish grin as he joined her on the floor and bit down on an exposed nipple pulling her skirt off and tearing the thin tank right off her body.

Jen moaned and thrust her other breast towards his mouth finding the pain/pleasure addictive.

"Oh God, I love that." She growled as he continued his rough assault on her nipples.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." Jon growled back as he nipped his way down her body, chewing
and sucking on the tender flesh of her inner thighs, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples as she writhed underneath him. He moved up sucking her clit into his mouth. probing it with his tongue and nibbling on it, until he bit down hard and kept the sensitive nub between his teeth. The pressure was too great for Jeannette as her body spasmed and let loose a torrent of cum filling Jon's mouth and running down his chin to his chest and dripping back onto her body. Jon looked up at her through her heaving breasts, with the evidence of her arousal on his chin.

"That's just round one darling." he muttered huskily. He grabbed her legs throwing them over his shoulders and tilting her pelvis upwards as he drove his tongue inside her, his thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching her engorged bud.

Jeannette no longer cared where she was or if the entire world was watching as she got lost in the delicious savage ministrations. She was no prude, having seduced many a man over the years but none, not even Sam, had made her feel like Jon did. At the moment he was making her feel like a dirty little whore and she loved it.

He flipped her over, pressing her large breasts into the cold marble floor, sucking on her neck while kneading her firm buttocks, his finger teasing her hole. He lifted her up by the stomach and pushed her knees up so that her ass was in the air and entered her quickly.

Jeannette screamed at the invasion but a second later the pain gave way to indescribable pleasure as he thrust into her like a piston.

"God, you are so fucking tight Jen." Jon groaned as he increased the speed and force he was
using.

Her tight anal muscles seemed to squeeze his cock and the friction was driving him insane and making it almost impossible to not fuck her like a piece of meat again.

"God Jen, I'm going to have to pull out or I might hurt you."

"NO! God no, Jon treat me like a whore and fuck me as hard as you can."

"You sure?"

"Fuck my ass." she roared as Jon slammed into her with brute force and showed no signs of stopping in the near future.

They both lay panting on the floor sweat covering their bodies, breathing was hard, talking impossible but Jon's fingers were still moving inside her. Jen was amazed she was even capable of cumming again but Jon fingered her until she had one last orgasm.

"Oh God Jon, once Chantal is asleep we are going to the stable and you are going to fuck me like that over and over."

"You like having your ass assaulted?"

"Yes, it makes me feel so dirty that it adds to the excitement for me. I don't like my pussy being fucked that hard. Earlier, was the hardest I've ever had my pussy fucked but it was gentle compared to how you fucked my ass. Best sex I've ever had."

Jon smiled, loving the control he had over her sexual pleasure. "So night sex, morning kisses and mid afternoon ass fuckings?"

"At the very least to earn you keep. Don't forget I'm feeding you too."

"I'll try to be even rougher then. You are incredible Jen, sex just makes you come alive. You look and sing like an angel but you are a dirty slut in the bedroom. You are my perfect woman."

Jen laughed, "I guess that makes you my Sex God, Master."

Jon chuckled, "You aren't submissive though, you were thrusting your ass into me with each
stroke. When you wrap that pretty little mouth around me, you make me see stars. You are a highly skilled sex master yourself."

"We are a perfect sexual match."

"Yes we are, no wonder it was so hard to leave you after just one kiss."

"Betty should be back any minute, grab your clothes I'll go find the mop."

Jon looked down at the marble floor and grinned, "Don't slip, damn we made a hell of a mess."

"Go to my room and get in the shower, I'll be there in a minute. Go, no one will see you on the stairs."

Jen quickly cleaned up the floor and sprayed air freshener to get the smell of sex out of the kitchen, grabbed her skirt and tossed her ruined tank into the rubbish bin. She walked right into the shower and kissed Jon passionately and they made love in the shower, washing and drying each other off.

"Guess I better put some knickers on this time." she chuckled.

"Yes otherwise you'll be punished and it may be in front of Chantal since I can't control myself
around you."

"Hmm, like these?" " she asked showing Jon a barely there sheer scrap of pink material.

"Oh God," Jon moaned as she slid the excuse for a thong up her legs and put on the matching push up demi bra that left more of her breasts out than covered. She went digging and found a very tight light pink t shirt with a low boat neck and wiggled her way into a pair of tight white short shorts.

She turned around slowly licking her lips. "Like what you see Jon?"

"What do you think?" Jon groaned looking down at his raging hard on.

"I think I best take care of that for you." she suggested dropping to her knees and sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue, lips and throat made love to him until he released his seed down her throat and she licked him clean.

Jon dropped to his knees and kissed her passionately when she was done. "Jeannette, where have you been all my life?" he asked softly.

"In primary school." she laughed. "You were a rock star before I debuted in Les Miz." she added.

"I'm not that much older than you."

"You are twelve years older than me Jon."

"Yeah well, age is a state of mind."

"I'm going to check on my daughter." She replied as she stood up and left Jon still on his knees naked in her room.

He quickly threw some clothes on, went to his room to get his phone and made a call.

"Hello?"

"Rich, I need you help."

"Where the hell are you Bro?"

"In East Sussex with Jeannette. I may be in love Rich. I'm definitely in lust."

"I think you are confusing lust and love Bro. Is she that good?"

"Best fucking sex in my entire life Richie. She's dignified, beautiful, very proper, intelligent, has the voice of an angel and she is a total harlot in bed. She's not even at her sexual peak yet. I
don't want to leave her."

"You have to Jon."

"I know but I'm seriously thinking of how we can get out of this mini tour, that's how much I like her."

"Bring her with you and you can fuck her all you want."

"It's not that simple, she won't leave Chantal and all hell will break loose if anyone sees me with Chantal."

"Face it Jon, you are screwed then."

"There has to be a way, think of a way."

"Yeah don't be holding your breath." Richie chuckled.

"Fuck Sambora, you're no God damn help!"

"Love you too Johnny, see you on the sixth." Richie hung up the phone knowing Jon would be a prick when he got to Sarnia, a caged bear without his favourite toy.

Just One Kiss Chapter 4

Jon rang the doorbell at Amberley Manor at exactly noon the next day. Jeannette opened the door, smiled and ushered him inside. She noticed the presents and decided to tease him.

"Are those for me?"

"Umm, yes and no. The flowers are for you and the gift bag is for Chantal."

"Ah, I’m just teasing you, thank you. Chantal is in the dinning room, I’ll just put these in water."

When Jon walked in to the room, Chantal looked up and smiled. "Hi Jon."

"Hi Chantal, so what do you have planned for today?"

"I want to show you my room now because right after lunch, I’m going out with Mr. Ford to get more flowers."

"Could I go with you?"

"There isn’t room in the Lorry, it only seats two."

"Oh, these are for you."

She smiled, accepted the gift bag. When she saw the lid of the ceramic box she smiled and took it out. She traced her fingers along one of the flowers and gingerly opened the box. She pulled out a pretty fairy figure out and smiled.

"Thank you, the box is very pretty and will look great on my dresser. Let’s go put it in my room."

"Don’t be long, lunch will be ready in ten minutes." Jeannette called out as she entered the room

Jon liked her room, it looked more like a young lady’s room than a five year olds but he suspected that Jeannette had been the decorator. He found out that she really liked purples, pinks, greens and blues and that she had picked the colour of the walls, her quilt and the covering on her window seat. There was a teddy bear and antique doll that blended so well into the room, that it looked like they had been placed by a set decorator. It was the neatest room he ever saw in his life, even the silver brush and comb set were perfectly aligned on her vanity.

"Where are your toys?" Jon asked slightly alarmed.

Chantal, lifted the window box and showed him that it held a toy chest.

"You don’t sleep with a stuffed animal?"

"Winston is in my closet, mommy does not tolerate a messy room. My room must always look like this. If I play with something it goes away right after I’m finished with it."

"You must forget occasionally."

"Oh I’ll never forget again. We spent last Christmas here and after I opened all my presents Mommy helped me carry everything upstairs. I had left Winston on the floor near my bed. Mommy saw him and took all my new toys away from me for a month. The worst part, was that all I could have for the rest of the day and night was bread and water. No high tea, no Christmas dinner, I couldn’t even put butter on my bread. Betty felt so sorry for me that she snuck me a piece of Christmas pudding at bed time, but I couldn’t eat it. A rule, is a rule and a punishment must be served, no excuses, no crying and no sad faces."

Jon’s jaw dropped, "Isn’t that harsh? I mean you are only five!"

"No, mommy says I’m old enough to understand rules so I’m old enough to face punishment for breaking them. I rarely break a rule."

"I don’t blame you. I guess we better get downstairs."

"Yeah, I’m hungry and we are having one of my favourites for lunch."

"And what would that be?"

"Croque monsieur and Italian wedding soup."

"Mmm I love wedding soup."

"It’s my favourite soup in the world. It’s Mommy’s favourite too."

"Sounds great to me."

They entered the dining room and Jon glared at Jeannette who stopped smiling.

"Is something wrong Jon?"

"I’m just a little shocked about something. I’ll tell you later." He replied.

Jeannette stayed fairly quite as she was trying to figure out why Jon was angry at her. Chantal asked Jon several questions about his childhood and what he liked and then told him about the toys and games she liked playing with the most. Jon told her what it was like to fly on a private jet and why he liked owning an arena football team so much. As soon as Chantal left the house Jeannette laid into him.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Rule are rules and punishments must be served, no excuses, no crying and no sad faces! She’s 5, for crying out loud, are you trying to be the next Mommy Dearest? "

"Whoa! How dare you question how I raise MY daughter!"

"Sorry, I’m doing that defensive thing again. I just think that is rather harsh. You make her put her teddy bear away and took Christmas away from her because she forgets in the excitement of Christmas morning to put the bloody bear back in the closet."

"Jon, it’s not like I force her to do the laundry or vacuum her room. She had to put her toys
away when she is finished playing with them. When she wakes up, she fold her PJ’s and puts them under her pillow then she puts Winston in the closet. That’s all she has to do."

"I think being neat is a good thing, but her room doesn’t even look like a child lives there. There is neat and then there is a room devoid of personality. What about the punishment though, come on taking her toys away and only letting her have bread and water on Christmas. Even Scrooge wouldn’t have done that."

"What is the point of having rules if there is no consequences when they are broken?. I hated having to do that on Christmas but Winston hadn’t been put away."

"You couldn’t have told her that considering it was Christmas she could wait to serve her punishment until the next day?"

"No, punishment immediately follows breaking the rule. It does not get scheduled for a more convenient time. She hasn’t broken that rule since."

"Of course not, because the punishment is so harsh. I’d like to point out that she hadn’t broken the rule before that one day either. You need to loosen up a bit, take TV away from her for the day or don’t let her work in the garden if her toys are spread all over the room. If one bear is on the floor, you can ask her what is wrong with this picture. Have her put the bear away immediately it’s not a big deal worth losing Christmas over. Come with me."

"What?"

"Just follow me, please."

"Fine."

Jon led her up to Chantal’s bedroom. He opened her closet and took out the big tawny bear and sat it on the top of her pillow. He went over to her toy box and pulled out a couple of toys, placing them on the bookshelf.

"There now it looks like a little girl lives here and any normal person would say this room is as neat as it can be."

"The bear does not need to be on the bed."

"One does not need to have high tea every day, but it’s a pleasure you enjoy. Did you ever stop to ask Chantal if she’d like to have her bear there waiting for her?"

"No."

"She should be able to arrange her room how ever she wants within reason. Clothes and toys shouldn’t be haphazardly thrown around the room. I think you’ve repressed her enough that she’d never even dream of cluttering her room, let alone letting it be messy."

"I’ll consider it. Before you decided I was public enemy number one, I was going to suggest going for a ride. Do you ride horses?"

"Yes and I don’t think you are public enemy number one, number five maybe but not one." Jon replied with a big smirk.

"Smart ass."

"That’s me."

Jeannette grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to her room. She pointed to her study went into her room. She came back out in jeans and a white shirt.

"Jon, she may look like she could be your child but she isn’t. You really had some nerve laying in to me and you are very lucky I was in a good mood or you’d be having a nasty accident while riding."

"Sorry, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. I haven’t rode in some time but I remember the basics."

They walked over to the stable and Jen introduced him to the horses. She went over to the hay stack and sat down to pull a few good long pieces out to give to the horses. Jon sat down beside her and leaned over, cupping her face in his hands and intended to leave a soft kiss on her lips. Once the kiss started he found he didn’t want it to end. He continued softly kissing her and she kissed him back. Jon ran his teeth over her bottom lip and sucked on it gently. Her lips parted and gone was the frantic tango instead their tongue entwined and a slow steady waltz began. He continued to kiss her as he brought her down on her back . His hands explored her body while she ran her fingers through his silky hair to keep his lips on hers. He unbuttoned her shirt and brought his lips down to her breasts.

"Please keep your lips on mine." She whispered and he immediately returned to them letting his fingers play with her breasts instead.

His kisses remained soft and lengthy and Jeannette found her self suspended in erotic bliss and she never wanted the feeling to end. Each kiss was more delicious than the next but a peak never came.

Jon felt as though time was standing still and he couldn’t believe how turned on he was. He never knew that kissing could feel better than sex, especially sex with her. The kissing only stopped when they both heard the Lorry driving up the gravel.

Jon reluctantly got off her and Jeannette stayed in the position she was in. Jon thought she looked like she was lost in a delicious day dream and it physically pained him to sit back up on the hay.

"I think you short circuited me." She finally said.

Jon smiled at her, "Thank you for the ride."

"Anytime."

"Mommy we are home!" Chantal yelled from down the path and headed towards the stable.

"Jon, we’ve got to move. I don’t want Chantal finding us in here, especially since my top is undone and my breasts are exposed."

Jon looked down her and grinned sexily. "Yes I agree, this should be a sight for my eyes only."

Jeannette laughed as Jon left a kiss on each breast and returned them to each cup, fastening the front closure and doing up her shirt buttons. He sprung off the hay and went over to pat the horse. She had just enough time to roll over and sit up before Chantal walked in.

"Hi Sweetie. Jon and I went for a ride."

"So how was the hunt for flowers?" Jon asked.

"Pretty good, Jon why is your hair so messy and Mom your hair has hay in it."

"I was scratching my head." He said quickly.

"They make a shampoo for that, you know." Chantal replied.

Jeannette started laughing and Jon simply smiled at Chantal.

"Tea is ready."

"Great, Jon why don’t you head towards the house, I just need to tell Chantal something, we’ll be right behind you."

"What’s up Mommy?"

"I wanted to ask you this with Jon out of the room because, I don’t want you to agree just because he is there."

"O.K. "

"What would you think, if I asked Jon to stay with you tomorrow night when I go to that silly party?"

"It’s fine with me. Now that he isn’t being mean to you, I’m liking him."

"That is good, since I like him too."

"Mommy, I was thinking, if Jon is here to see us and he comes over every day isn’t it a little silly for him to not stay here? We have enough rooms."

"I was actually thinking that myself. So it would be OK with you?"

"Sure."

"Kay, I’ll ask him. Now let’s go before our tea gets cold."

After tea, Jeannette escorted Jon out of the house and stopped him before he got in to his rental car.

"Jon, I have a stupid party to go to tomorrow night. I was wondering if you would like to watch Chantal while I’m gone."

"Really? I’d love to. What time do you need me here?"

"Why don’t you come over for tea and then just stay. Jon, I don’t know what time I’ll be home and it’s silly to make you drive back to the inn. Why don’t you check out tomorrow and you can stay here until you have to go home."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I’m sure as long as you get me off your bloody ten most wanted list!"

"You moved your way on to my ten best list with your version of riding a horse."

"See you tomorrow silly."

Jon flashed her a grin and drove off, happy that his plan was working so far. With some luck thrown in she wouldn't want to say good bye to him at the end of the week.

Just One Kiss Chapter 3

"Fine I suggest, upper Mongolia." Jeannette tried to slam the door but he caught it and walked in.

"Miss Pierce, I didn't realize you were having company."

"I'm not Betty, Mr. Bongiovi was leaving immediately." She said with a frosty glare.

"Miss Pierce was kidding, I'll take any room, what ever is easiest to fix."

"Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged." Jon joked with a grin.

"Leave my Mommy alone!" Chantal yelled wrapping her arms around Jeannette's waist.

"Chantal, Mr. Bongiovi was just kidding." She said to soothe her daughter and shot Jon a deadly glare.

"This week was suppose to be just for us Mommy, I don't want him here."

"Come on Sweetie, let's clean up for tea and Betty can suggest an Inn for Mr. Bongiovi."

"An Inn? This place has how many rooms?" Jon asked incredulously.

"I will not allow you to upset my daughter Mr. Bongiovi."

"I'd never do anything to upset her."

"This is my house and I can decided who stays in it and who can visit for that matter. I will have
you barred from the property, if you do not leave now. You can come over for lunch tomorrow at noon if you wish."

"Geez thanks ever so for your kind hospitality."

"Keep it up and I'll have you arrested for trespassing. Good day Mr. Bongiovi." Jeannette left
the hallway to go find her daughter.

"I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow Betty, good day."

"Good day Sir, do you know where the Inn is?"

"I noticed a few in town on the way up here, thank you." Jon muttered to himself as he returned
to his car and set out to find somewhere to stay.

Jon pulled up to Amberley Manour at eleven thirty the next day and rang the doorbell. Betty answered it and looked surprised to see him.

"Mr. Bongiovi, you are early. Miss Pierce and her daughter are still in dance class, they won’t be down until about 12:30. You can wait in the study if you’ll follow me." Betty lead Jon down a long corridor to the formal study and told him to help himself to the bar. She preceded immediately to the dance studio to let her Mistress know her guest had arrived.

Jeannette had no intention of ending her dance practice early and decided to teach Chantal five new steps. While Chantal worked on the new series of movements Jeannette recreated an ambitious dance routine that left her gasping for breath and perspiring profusely. Jeannette downed a bottle of water and repeated the five minute dance number three more times in succession until every step was perfect.

Jon opened a drawer in the study and found a playbill from Damn Yankees. The first thing he noticed was the billing on the front cover, Jeannette Pierce in Damn Yankees. He thought back and tried to remember if he had ever seen an actor take top billing over a play’s title and be in a slightly larger font. Every playbill cover he could remember in his mind had the Play as the most predominate feature. He started flipping through it and found three pages devoted to Jeannette. There was a glossy black and white picture of Jeannette in a plunging black velvet dress with this amazing come hither look that raised his body’s core temperature by several degrees. He started to read the write up and was amazed at how many roles she had played.

JEANNETTE PIERCE
Lola

Jeannette Pierce created the role of Eponine in the original London and Broadway productions of Les Miserables, earning the Laurence Olivier Award for Best Actress as well as The Tony and Drama Desk Award. Miss Pierce has also won numerous awards for her roles in The Sound of Music, Oklahoma, Jekyll and Hyde, Evita, South Pacific, The King and I, Phantom of The Opera, Kiss me Kate and Grease. Before bringing her Lola to the West End Jeannette stared the in revival of Damn Yankees on Broadway wining her 8th Tony award.

Jeannette has won critical acclaim for her performances in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, Little Moon of Alban, Arsenic and Old Lace, Macbeth, Twelfth Night, School for Wives, Romeo and Juliet, The Philadelphia Story and Indiscretions. A Fellow of the Royal Shakespeare Company Miss Pierce spent last summer directing the Company’s production of A Midsummer Nights Dream.

Jeannette has turned down several movie roles preferring the stage and spending time with her daughter. Her vocal talents have most recently been heard on Pavorotti and Friends as well as the cast albums of Kiss Me Kate and Damn Yankees. Miss Pierce has recently sung duets with Elton John, Garth Brooks, Sting and Harry Connick Jr.

The last page featured candid shots of Jeannette during the production of Damn Yankees. Jon stared at the list of credits and wondered how old Jeannette was and how she could have possibly played so many roles. Betty came in and Jon stopped her.

"How long has Jeannette been on the stage Betty?"

"I think she started at age 16 and she won the Olivier award for Eponine three days after her
seventeenth birthday. Can I get you anything to eat Mr. Bongiovi?"

"No thanks Betty, I think I can make it till lunch."

"Mommy can we stop now, I’m getting tired and hungry. "

"Sure Sweetie, you did a great job today. I’m proud of you, your form has improved so much."

"Thanks Mom you still take my breath away when you dance you’re so good."

"Thank you dear, go take a fast shower, change and we are having lunch in the dinning room."

"Oh yeah, Mr. Bongiovi is here, do I have to be nice to him?"

"No, but you must be polite."

"Why? He wasn’t very polite to you."

"Chantal, we are better than that and thus will act accordingly."

"Yes Mommy." Chantal dashed out of the dance studio and up to her room.

Jeannette glanced at her watch and was pleased to see it was 12:20. By the time she was ready it would be one and she would have made Jon wait for an hour. She hoped he would actually get fed up and leave, although she sensed he was as stubborn as she.

She hadn’t really noticed until she was brushing her hair but Jeannette had gone for a very sexy look for lunch. She’d dug out a sheer burgundy bra and matching panties, a pair of tight black jeans and a sheer burgundy top that she tied at her waist exposing her flat stomach. She slid her feet in to black mules, headed downstairs and straight in to the dinning hall. Chantal was already sitting at her spot to her Mother’s right and Jeannette laughed when she noticed the place for Jon had been set at the other end of the table for twenty.

"Betty as much as I like where Mr. Bongiovi’s place has been set, could you move it to mid table then bring him in."

"Yes Miss Pierce."

"Momma what do I call him?"

"Whatever you wish my dear."

"Interloper?"

Jeannette started laughing and gave her daughter a wink of approval. "It certainly fits, but let
that be our pet name for him."

"Fine I’ll call him Mr. Bongiovi."

The door opened and Betty escorted Jon to his place at the dinner table. Jon sat down and smiled at the little girl who seemed to be studying him and didn’t reciprocate his smile. Despite his best efforts Jon, couldn’t help gazing at Jeannette who looked so good Jon wished she was lunch. He thanked Betty for bringing his drink to him and set about to change the silence in the room.

"So Chantal what are you doing this afternoon?"

"After lunch, Betty was going to help me work on my special project for Mommy until Tea Time.
After tea Mommy and I always spend time together until dinner."

"Sounds like a full day. Do you think I could help you instead of Betty?"

"No thank you Mr. Bongiovi. Mommy pass me the salad dressing please."

Jeannette passed her daughter the home-made dressing before speaking to Jon. "The countryside is really quite pretty Mr. Bongiovi, you might want to take a drive this afternoon."

"I did not come out here Jeannette to see just the English Countryside, I came to see you."

"Well Mr. Bongiovi, sometimes when you invite yourself somewhere you unfortunately find out you are not welcomed. I wished you well didn’t I?

"Mommy you aren’t going to force me to spend time with him are you? This was suppose to be our week and now he wants to horn in on it. Mr. Bongiovi go home I don’t want you here!"

"Jeannette are you going to let her speak to me like that?" Jon asked.

"Mr. Bongiovi, I am not going to force my daughter to do something she does not want to do. She is not being rude, as she is only expressing her feelings. So to answer your question, yes, I will allow her to speak to you in that manner. If you don’t like it, you are free to leave."

"Mommy, I've lost my appetite may I be excused?"

"Chantal, you’ve barely touched your lunch. Just because Mr. Bongiovi is here, does not mean
meal time rules can be ignored. If you want to be excused you know what you must do."

Chantal sighed and started to eat her chicken so she could leave. She thought Mr. Bongiovi was good looking but she didn’t like how he spoke to her Mother so she decided to be as indifferent to him as possible, hoping he’d take the hint and leave her alone. Jon and Jeannette were silently glaring at each other until Betty interrupted them.

"I’m sorry Miss Pierce, but you have a phone call from across the pond. Will you take it in the study?"

"No Betty, I’ll take it in here if you could bring me the portable. I always find it easier to turn down job offers when Chantal is in the room, to remind me why I’m taking a break." She said to Jon.

Betty brought her the phone and she turned it on. Jon couldn’t help watch as Jeannette walked around the room bringing visions of how they met right back into his mind. Their eyes met, Jeannette shot him an icy glare but her body betrayed her as Jon noticed with interest that his attention cause her nipples to harden.

"Hello."

"Jeannette darling, how serious were you about taking a breather?"

"Deadly serious Martin, so the answer is no."

"But Jeannette they want only you, Universal wants to bank role a remake of Damn Yankees
the movie."

"Martin tell them to ask Madonna, she likes taking on roles others made famous. I’m not interested and you are interrupting my lunch, Good day and good bye." Jeannette turned the
phone off and sauntered by Jon to put it back in the hall.

"Mommy, I’ve eaten half of everything can I go now?"

"Yes Chantal, you may be excused."

Chantal didn’t waste a second making her hasty retreat leaving Jon and Jeannette alone at a table for twenty minutes of deafening, awkward silence. Jon was the first to break the silence.

"You know Jeannette, I guess just showing up was not a good idea but I had to see you again."

"So where does your wife think you are?"

"I don’t have a clue, we are divorced. It’s been almost two years."

"Oh." ( There goes my refusal to be the other woman. God he’s handsome.) "What about your children?"

"They are with their mother, I’ll be seeing them soon."

"I don’t think my daughter liked the way you talked to me."

"Sorry, about that, you got defensive and I went on the attack. Why don’t you show me around the property."

"I did have plans for this afternoon Mr. Bongiovi, but I suppose I can give you a quick tour for an hour. Just let me go find a jacket."

"Yes even in pleasant weather, a sheer bra and top could be chilly."

"I wasn’t planning on going out Jon, I was actually going to do work in a rather warm area of the house." She lied.

"Oh "

"You know Mr. Bongiovi, one of the most frequent complaints about Americans is their
obtrusive know it all nature. Do any of you ever think before opening your mouths or are you all genetically predisposed to meddling?"

"I might ask you if all Brits are snobs then or is it just those Aristocrat wanna bees with country estates?"

"Wanna bees ? Thank goodness my daughter’s vocabulary is not tainted by slang. Mr. Bongiovi, if you are looking for reading material, I’d suggest the Oxford Dictionary. Enriching your vocabulary would bode well with Chantal. She has little tolerance for her intellectual inferiors."

"This is bad on so many levels, I suggest we start this again. Hi I’m Jon, I’m a singer song writer
and I can’t get you off my mind. If you give me half a chance, you will discover that I’m a pretty decent guy, a loyal friend and when my defences are up, I’m pretty snarky. I have no desire to hurt you or Chantal. I just wanted to get to know you both better. I don’t think it was mere coincidence that brought us together again. I enjoy keeping my personal life, private and I trust that you don’t want to be in the tabloids either. Countless people can attest to my integrity and humanity. I’m not a bad guy Jeannette, I’m really not. "

Jeannette knew in her heart that he was speaking the truth but she still feared that she may fall for him and that could only lead to disaster. She finished her tea and stood up.

"I’ll be down in a few minutes."

Jeannette walked into the room a minute later with her sunglasses on. She hadn’t changed her top but had applied more lip gloss.

"It is kind of warm out there, just needed my sunglasses.

"Ah, well I’m ready." Jon replied pulling his sunglasses out of his jean pocket.

Her breasts were still distracting him and her shiny lips seemed to be calling his name. She led him through the house to the kitchen door and out to the herb garden. They walked in silence until they reached the formal gardens. Jeannette sat down on a wrought iron bench and he joined her.

"So where did you study theatre?"

"I didn’t Jon, I was thinking about what you said earlier. Hi I’m Jeannette, until Friday I was an international star of the stage. I’m one of the world’s best musical singers. I’ve been on the stage since I was sixteen. I finished high school by correspondence and I never fit in when I was actually in school. I would have liked to study at Oxford but the roles just kept coming in. Rhonda, convinced me that I already had what theatre majors would kill for and I let the subject drop. I can count my real friends on one hand and they all work for me so... I don’t know. I don’t kill puppies and while I must admit I have quite the diva attitude, I don’t normally freak out on people in the service industry. My daughter means the world to me and I’m not very good at relationships."

"Jeannette, I’m not asking you to marry me. I just would really like to get to know you. I have to be on stage in Canada on July 6th. This will be a short visit, I promise."

"Fine, I guess getting to know you better wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world." she replied with a smile.

Jon smiled back at her and leaned forward leaving a soft kiss on her forehead. He smiled once more and Jeannette couldn’t stop herself from leaning in to kiss him. Jon captured her lips in his and left a long, soft and gentle kiss on her lips. He moved away first, he wanted to kiss her senseless but knew that wasn’t what they needed.

"I hear Oxford is overrated anyway." He teased.

Jeannette laughed, "So there is a break in the tour."

"Yes, the tour was suposse to be over but we added a few dates, the tour is over July 15th with two nights in Madison Square Garden."

"Would you like the rest of the tour?"

"I thought you had plans?"

"My plans were to curl up with a good book until tea time."

"What time is tea?"

"Four, you should know Chantal and I take tea time very seriously."

"Pinky fingers up and all?" Jon grinned.

"Yes, it happens automatically when you hold a fine bone china cup instead of a mug."

"I’m partial to coffee myself. In fact, I don’t think I could function without it."

"I don’t mind a good cup of coffee but give me a cuppa any day."

"Cuppa?"

"Cup of tea, I love my tea."

"Spearmint but not peppermint."

"Yes, although there are many other teas I like. Jon would you like to join us for tea? I’d invite you to spend the rest of the day but Chantal might not react well to our special time being interrupted."

"I understand and I’d love to join you for tea, thank you for the invitation."

"You are welcome, so how about we continue the tour?"

"Sure, but I’d be just as happy staying here and continuing to talk."

"Jon, I’m very good at walking and talking at the same time but if you're not...."

"I watched all seven seasons of The West Wing and I’ve perfected that skill."

"I loved that show. Wait you were on the last season."

"Yes playing myself on the Halloween episode."

Let’s go."

Jeannette and Jon made it back to the conservatory moments before four. Chantal was already sitting in her favourite chair and was surprised and disappointed to see Mr. Bongiovi was still there.

"Good bye, Mr. Bongiovi. " She said with a grin.

"Actually darling, Jon is going to stay for tea."

"I promise I’ll leave afterwards, I wouldn’t dream of infringing on your special time with your Mom."

"Fine."

Jeannette knew by the look on her daughter’s face that she wasn’t thrilled but she would be polite and answer any questions Jon may ask her. He had decided to not press her or overwhelm her with questions, even though he wanted to know about her. Betty came in with the tea cart which had a three tier silver plate of tea sandwiches, scones and petite fours. A large silver dish was filled with clotted cream and two large silver tea pots held perfectly boiled water.

"Jon, if you’d prefer coffee...."

"Oh no, tea is fine with me. What kind is it?"

"Whatever kind you’d like."

She pulled a large mahogany box off the bottom of the tea cart, opened it and presented it to Jon. Jon counted quickly and there were twenty types of loose leave tea in the box. He was overwhelmed by the selection.

"Umm what is the kind they put in tea bags?" He asked.

"All teas can be put in a bag but it tastes much better loose. I suppose you are referring to the generic kind most Americans think is tea? That’s orange pekoe and we never drink it." Chantal answered as though any idiot knew that.

Jeannette smiled softly, "Jon, what kind of coffee do you drink when you have a choice and aren’t just after the caffeine?"

"A good full bodied dark roast but I’ve also never met a chocolate coffee I didn’t like."

"That’s my favourite coffee. Chantal likes apple spice and Earl Grey tea the best. The selection I
offer you are all favourites of mine. I’m in the mood for lemon Darjeeling today. I suggest you try the plain Darjeeling."

"I’ll defer to your judgement."

She removed the three tins they had selected from the box, grabbed three silver tea strainers and then placed a cup and saucer of tea in front of him. Chantal gave him a plate, napkin and butter knife. Jeannette placed a generous pinch of loose leaf tea in Jon’s strainer and poured ¾ a cup of boiling water over it. She fixed Chantal’s tea then her own before telling him what type of sandwiches they had and serving him a few. When the tea was sufficiently brewed she dropped a tiny bit of milk into her tea and offered it to Jon. He accepted the milk and tried the tea before deciding on sugar.

"I think a teaspoon of sugar would be good."

"It is called a lump." Chantal corrected and pointed out the silver bowl of cubed sugar and tiny silver tongs.

"One lump then please." Jon replied and smiled at Chantal.

He noticed that she put two lumps in her cup and Jeannette didn’t add any. Jon tasted his tea again and found it to his liking. Jeannette offered him a taste of her tea and while he didn’t mind it, he thought it needed sugar.

"Have you started school yet Chantal?"

"No, because of my birthday, I have to wait until September."

"When is your birthday?"

"January fourth."

"Oh my oldest son’s birthday is in February."

"What’s his name?"

"Jesse James."

"Oh."

"Chantal I was joking around earlier when I said I could arrange for your Mother’s death. It wasn't' a very good joke and I’m sorry if I scared you. I have four children and I really like kids."

"Do you have any daughters?"

"Yes, my eldest is Stephanie, she’s 15. Jesse is 13, Jacob is 6 and Romeo is 4."

"Romeo? He’s not going to like you when he gets older."

Jeannette couldn’t help laughing and Jon joined in.

"Mommy says you are a singer like her but you don’t act."

"Actually I do act, I really enjoy it but I don’t get much time to do it. I make records and then go on tour to promote them. I sing Rock and Roll songs not musical theatre songs."

"Mommy has won many awards, I bet she is a better singer than you."

"Chantal! That is not very nice."

"I haven’t heard your Mother sing so I couldn’t comment on that."

"Sing something Mommy."

"Chantal, now is not the time or the place."

"Please Jeannette." Jon asked with a grin.

She had half a mind to pick one of his songs and murder it but her pride wouldn’t allow her to. She thought for a few seconds and started singing Nessun Dorma. Jon’s jaw dropped as her beautiful voice filled the room and left him speechless.

"Wow, your Mom just kicked my butt." Jon said to Chantal.

"I told you, Mommy sing your love song. Mommy sings me this really pretty song every night before I go to sleep when she’s home."

"Actually Sweetie, Jon wrote that song."

"Really?"

"Mother knows best." Jon replied wondering what song it could be. "Start it Jeannette and I’ll join you."

She gave her daughter a look that was ignored and meet by a wide grin and a large smirk had formed on Jon’s mouth. She took a deep breath and started singing

It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

Jon couldn’t get over how amazing the song sounded and almost didn’t want to ruin it by joining in but a promise was a promise so he joined her
I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me

Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

Jon and Jeanette were smiling and staring into each others eyes and about to kiss when Chantal started clapping.

"Wow, that was great. You sound really good together, my tea is getting cold though."

They both laughed and went back to the tea. Jeannette thinking that if she wasn’t careful she’d loose her heart and Jon wondering how he could get her to sing many more duets with him.

"Do you like M & M’s?" Chantal asked.

"I love them but I don’t think there should be blue ones."

"Me too, green is my favourite colour."

"That is my favourite too."

The questions continued until there was no more tea or food left. Jeannette didn’t have to say very much. She sat back and sipped her tea watching. She was happy to see Chantal slowly open up to him and when Jon said he should get going Chantal asked if she would see him again.

"That is up to your Mom, but I’d love to see you both again."

"You don’t have to go home?"

"Not for a little while."

"Jon, why don’t you come over for lunch tomorrow and if it is OK with Chantal you can stay for tea again."

"Chantal?" Jon asked.

"Fine, I can show you my room if you’d like."

"I’m looking forward to seeing it. Good bye."

"Bye Mr. Bongiovi...Jon."

"I’ll walk you to your car Jon. I’ll be back in a few minutes Sweetie."

"Kay, I’m going up to your room."

They walked out to the car without a word. Jon opened the door, sat down , fastened his seat belt and turned to look at Jeannette. "Thank you so much for today, it was very kind of you to be so gracious considering how I acted yesterday."

"You are welcome, I had fun today. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Jeannette."

"You can call me Jen, Jon."

"Sweet dreams, Jen, give that adorable girl a hug for me."

"I will, drive safely."

Jon couldn’t have contained the huge grin on his face as he drove away. He turned on the radio and sang along with it, all the way back to the Inn. He had a few days to convince Jen that she wanted to see him again.