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.