Chapter Fourteen

Jenn waited nervously for the call to connect. After what seemed like an eternity, a groggy Jon answered.

“Yeah?”

She jumped nervously, she’d been hoping that he wouldn’t pick up and she could avoid this phone call for like the rest of her life!

“Oh….er….hi Jon, it’s Jenn!” Shit, she sounded like a blithering idiot.

“Hey baby, how’d ya sleep?” He sounded a lot more awake now, oh crap!

“Um, good thanks……..you?”

“Think I kinda passed out but I’ve got a bitchin headache now!” he groaned softly. Jenn could hear a rustling sound and imagined him burying his head in the pillows like she had done when Steph had called her.

She laughed nervously, “Yeah had one of those myself when I woke up, drugs sorted it out though!”

Jon gave a small laugh, followed by another longer groan which was followed by an awkward silence. Oh fuck Jenn say something! She swallowed and launched into her devious plan.

“So I’ve organised for Steph to go out to Ted Breen’s farm again today and ride a few more horses. It’s a great chance for her to get some more experience and she’ll be in safe hands. So if it’s okay with you, she’ll be heading out there in about twenty minutes for the day.”

“Eh…right, whatever you think is best!” Jon sounded slightly confused, “When did you manage to organise all this?”

Shit! Jenn thought quickly,

“Oh…er… Ted rang me early this morning to finalise a few details on the horse we’ve bought and he suggested it, so I thought why not!”

That seemed to satisfy Jon and he agreed to it but added that he hadn’t spoken to his daughter yet that morning.

“Oh no problem, I’ve already discussed it with her and she’s more than happy to go. So….great that’s settled…..em…..sorry to wake you….er….bye then!” and she abruptly hung up the phone. Smooth Jenn, real smooth! Cringing with embarrassment she grabbed a pillow and hugged it fiercely wishing she could turn back the clock just a few hours.

Jon sank back on the pillows gazing in amazement at the phone still in his hand. ‘She hung up on me!” he thought. Shit, maybe she thought last night hadn’t been a good idea. He sure as hell knew he enjoyed it, at least what he could remember of it anyway. Man, he had a serious headache. Replacing the phone by the bed, he stretched and got up. His muscles felt tired but in a good way, grinning to himself he pulled on a robe and went to find his daughter in the adjoining suite.

Steph was putting the final touches on her make up when Jon came wandering in still rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes. Finishing with a dash of lip gloss, she swung round to greet her father and grimaced when she took in the grizzle on his chin and the bed hair style in full force on him.

“Gee Dad, I didn’t think anyone could have looked worse than Jenn did this morning but you’ve just blown her out of the water!”

Before Jon had time to even register the insult, let alone respond to it, Steph ran over and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Still love ya loads though!! Byeeeee!!” and with that she shot out the door, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Jon stood looking after her in shock. ‘Hell, my brain is nowhere near ready to process what just went on there! Coffee! Need coffee!’ Flicking on the kettle in the kitchenette of the suite, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass fronted cabinets. Well, at least his daughter was able to tell it to him straight! Steph was right, he looked like he’d been dragged through a ditch backwards! Stubble outlined his jaw and sleep lined his eyes. His hair was indeed favouring the bedroom look, and definitely not in a good way! Chuckling to himself he reckoned it had probably been a good thing that he’d slept in his own room last night. Mornings after were just not his best look!

Coffee made, he took a few sips and licked his lips appreciatively. It never failed to amaze him how a strong cup of coffee could bring him to his senses almost instantly. Pity it didn’t have the same effect on Sambora! Richie thought sleep was the preferred option to cure a hangover and would quite happily spend the entire day in bed. Which was all good and well when they were at home but was a pain in the ass on tour with early morning media engagements. These Jon normally ended up doing himself in preference to waking a sleeping Sambora - now that was not a pretty sight!

Moving over to the large window that swept around the penthouse suite, he finished his coffee gazing out over the Dublin city skyline. The morning was dull and overcast with dark clouds threatening rain at any minute. Good weather for a hangover he thought. His mind wandered back to the previous nights activities and he smiled as he relived the memory (albeit a bit blurred) of Jenn slowly removing her clothes. Shit that woman is hot! Last night she oozed confidence which had been a huge turn on for him, the way she just relaxed and made them feel right together. Jon shuddered as a shiver ran down his spine, just thinking about last night had his cock stirring again. ‘Easy Jonny baby, she didn’t sound so sure about you this morning!’ Resolving to restore her confidence in him he headed for the shower, thinking all the while about how to take this thing forward, whatever it may be.

Meanwhile, Jenn was luxuriating in a steaming bubble bath in an attempt to chase the last of her headache away. Alone with her thoughts, she drifted back to just a few hours earlier when there had been passion hotter than the bath water on her bed. Jon had worked his way inside muscles she had long forgotten she even possessed, muscles that were protesting loudly this morning. Wincing slightly she gently sponged herself tenderly, letting the heat work its way to her core. The earlier panic of realisation had dissipated somewhat now that she had time to think it through and she found herself sighing with pleasure as she remembered the feel of Jon’s hands running over her body. Any subconscious feelings she may have had earlier on in the night, he had soothed away with his fingers and his eyes and she had fell under his spell. No man, not even Steve had made her feel that way and it scared her just a small bit.

‘This could get so messy Jenn’, she told herself, ‘But it could also get so good!’

Hmm, which was the lesser evil she wondered?

An hour later she had just finished dressing when the bedside phone trilled again. Rubbing moisturiser into her face, she flopped down on the bed and lifted the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hungry?”

Sweet fuck!

“Oh! Eh, yeah actually!”

“Great! Come on up, I’ve ordered breakfast in. See you in five!”

Click!

Jon hung up laughing. ‘Hang up on me will ya woman!!’

Downstairs it was Jenn’s turn to stare at the phone.

‘What the hell? Cheeky bastard! Game on Jon!”

She had to give it to him though! What a way to break the ice! Smiling she smoothed on a bit of foundation and added a bit of lip gloss for good measure. Tying her damp hair up in a high pony tail, she stepped into her trainers and headed upstairs. Stopping short outside Jon’s suite, she took a deep breath to quell any rising fear. Knocking on the door, she jumped back in fright as it was snapped open to reveal a smiling Jon, a napkin draped over his arm waiter style.

“Miss O’Neill! Your table awaits!”

“Oh my God! What are you like?” she giggled and walked past him into the living area. Looking around her she took in the table set up for breakfast by the window. He had even cut a flower from God knows where and plonked it in what looked like a ceramic milk jug. Smiling to herself, she allowed herself to be seated by the very attentive Jon. He took great care in adjusting her napkin on her lap, his head bent low to her chest. Jenn smelt a quick whiff of shower gel and aftershave and inhaled deeply. What is it about a freshly showered man that smells so good?

Another knock on the door heralded the arrival of breakfast, which Jon wheeled over to the table and then lifted the lid off with a flourish.

“Would madam care for some eggs and bacon?”

Jenn fought hard to keep a straight face and nodded graciously,

“Yes, Madam would!”

He proceeded to load a plate with the delicious smelling breakfast and placed it carefully in front of her, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Some freshly squeezed orange juice Madam?”

“Oh no! I only drink freshly squeezed cranberry juice! This simply will not do!”

Jenn glared at him making the smile disappear from his face. A second later she had tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard at the look on Jon’s face.

“Seriously! Will you please just sit down and eat man! Food’s getting cold!”

“God damn!”, he sighed and sat down with a doleful look at her, “And I thought I was doing so good at charming the socks off you!”

He broke out in a wide grin and winked at her, “Did it work?”

“Nope! Takes more than food to charm me mister!” Laughing at him she added, “It was a pretty good attempt though! Ten out of ten for effort!”

“Hmmph! I’ll just have to be more inventive next time then!” His blue eyes twinkled back at her across the table. Jenn had great difficulty swallowing back her forkful of scrambled eggs. Those eyes were dangerous she reckoned with herself, feeling a tingle developing once again between her tightly crossed legs.

“Next time?” she looked at him under raised eyebrows.

“Yup! Next time!”, he assured her confidently, nodding his head cockily. He smiled, watching her process this information. Now or never he thought to himself.

“I had a great time last night Jenn…..I mean a really great time!” he spoke softly looking straight into her eyes. He paused waiting to see if she would respond. A crimson blush was creeping up her cheeks as she broke his gaze and pushed the remains of her breakfast around the plate.

“So did I Jon…but..” her voice was only barely higher than a whisper.
Shit, Jon thought. There’s the ‘but’. You’ve blown this one Jonny. He waited for her to continue and when nothing more was forthcoming, he prompted her gently,

“But what Jenn?”

She looked up at him and he was shocked to see her eyes glistening behind unshed tears.

“Jesus Jenn! What is it?” He got up and rushed around to her, hunkering down beside her chair.“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, no, God no Jon!” Her eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently. “It’s just…” she took a deep breath, here goes Jenn.

“Last night was wonderful, in fact the past few days have been wonderful and I can’t tell you that enough. You’ve made me come alive Jon, you woke me up and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you better…..a lot better” she gave a small smile at him and he squeezed her hand back reassuringly, waiting patiently for whatever was coming next.

“But Jon, I feel awful!”

Now it was time for Jon’s eyes to widen, “Why?”

“Do you seriously not see a problem here? I’m your daughter’s trainer Jon! Surely to God this is not an appropriate relationship to have with the father of my student?”

“Is there a law against it?” he stared back at her. “No I don’t think there is and even if there was I wouldn’t give a damn. It’ll be fine, you’ll see!”

She shook her head in amazement at him, “How the hell can you be so sure Jon?”

He lifted a hand to caress her cheek and gently tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.

“Because baby, if this was wrong, it wouldn’t feel so right. I can’t explain it, I’m trusting my gut on this one!”

Jenn’s eyes flickered with threatening tears once more as he bent his head towards her and laid a soft kiss on her quivering lips.

“Hush baby, I promise you it’ll be alright. We just gotta go with the flow, that’s all.”

“And Steph? Do you think she’d be comfortable with this?”

Jon stood up to think about this, stretching his leg muscles. He was pretty sure Steph would be okay with it but then again teenage girls were proving to be tricky at times. Jenn looked at him worriedly.

“I don’t know Jenn”, he answered her honestly and shrugged, “That’s just something I guess we’ll have to find out in time.” Running his hands through his hair he looked down at her and smiled,

“Lets see where this thing goes. I’m willing to take a chance on us if you are?”

She smiled at the hopeful look on his face and nodded slowly.
“I think I am, I mean nothing ever comes easy right?”

Standing up, she walked over to him and closed her eyes as he wrapped his strong arms around her. Any uneasy thoughts she may have been feeling disappeared as she felt his heart beating strongly through the light fabric of his shirt. Maybe this wouldn’t be so complicated after all?