Chapter Eleven

She watched him as he slipped the delivery boy some bills, the last that he had, and took the bag of assorted boxes from him. He swung the door closed and turned around with a grin.

“Voila! Dinner is served.” He laid the boxes out on the coffee table and held out a pair of the plastic chopsticks to her.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” she asked taking them and settling herself beside him on the couch. She rubbed her belly absently, in-between all the drama she was still hungry. The crisp spicy scent of him wafted over her along with the garlic shrimp and chicken chow-mein.

“Let’s call it a house warming gift shall we?” He dug his chopsticks into the box of noodles and pulled them out high above his head before lowering the pile into his mouth.

“Thanks,” she grappled with her own pile of noodles. So not a polite thing to eat.

Just a little while longer and she’d have the place to herself.

God he’s only been here five minutes and you want a break.

“I was thinking….” He started off as he speared a battered prawn and continued to chew and talk.

“You were? Is this a first?” she chuckled when he elbowed her side.

“You’re gonna have to come with me tonight. We’ve got record executives showing up down there, and since I am newlywed… won’t it be weird if my wife isn’t there? You know to support me?”

Fuck. He was right. She was hoping he wasn’t going to enforce the whole wife duty on her that night. Too late.

“Won’t you guys all just talk business?” Her thoughts of spending a night reading her latest mystery novel slowly vanished to be replaced by pretending to be his wife all night long. God.

She shifted the rice and chicken around in her box and nodded. “Ok, so I have to come and play wife. “

He laughed as he emptied the crumbs of the first box he’d finished into his mouth. “You sound so enthused. Come on, could be worse people to be married to, right?”

Like Stalin, yeah.

“Right, what would one wear to this sort of event?” she asked. God knows how she was ever going to look the part. She dressed nice, but neat and probably not how a rock star’s wife dressed. Man, she was going to need a manual by the end of this.

Ten easy steps to being a rock star’s wife.

Just great.

“Just look hot like me –“he winked.

She rolled her eyes, really what else did she expect to come out of his mouth. Seriously.

“Right, in your little world.”

He leaned across her for the last of the prawn, “Come on you think I’m cute and you know it.”

She picked up her glass and swirled around the wine, “you do seem so sure of yourself” she was about to take a sip but he rested his finger under her chin and tilted it towards him.

“I think you’re cute.” His eyes dropped to her lips and back to her eyes.

The rise of heat in her cheeks made her turn away. “You probably say that to all the girls.” She fished around for some broccoli in her box and popped it into her mouth.

“Only the pretty ones…”

That you want in your bed, I just bet.

They finished their Chinese and Callie went back to her room to decide on something to wear, she knew this wasn’t just a night out with her firm partners. So it required a little more flair. More than she was used to in all honesty.

She selected a knee high black skirt and stepped carefully into black pantyhose. She wore a black lacy bra and a white shirt that was a little see-through. She pinned oversized gold hoops into her ear and let her hair fall loose around her shoulders. She just needed a little makeup and she’d be done.

Once she had her boots on she looked into the mirror. Good fuck, she looked like a cheap night out.

She stared longingly at the suits that were still hanging in her wardrobe. Least she felt safe in those. This was just – god she didn’t know what it was. But it was so not her. Maybe she should twist her shirt up? She was so out of touch in what the world he lived in and wore. Jesus.

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Jon cleared away the scatter of leftover Chinese boxes and collected the wine glasses. He threw his bag up onto the dining table and tugged at the zip to look for something to wear. He pulled out his favourite ripped jeans and red boots. He looked around the room and shrugged.

Well I guess this is my room.

He peeled off his clothes, stepped into his jeans and toed on his boots. He fluffed up his hair; it was more like a crow’s nest rapidly growing out of control these days. He grabbed a blue and silver scarf and wrapped it around his head to keep the wild tangles at bay fastening the knot at the side of his head.

“Shit.” In the bathroom he’d forgotten his own eyeliner, about to go back he raised his brow at her nice neat black ceramic pots with assorted eye pens sticking out on the shelf. She wore make up huh? God if he could just remember what she even looked like the night that they met.

He filched one of her black eyeliner pens and applied a smear along his eye.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Fuck!” as the tip slipped and grazed his eyeball. He spun around clutching his eye.

“Jesus – watch—“he fell silent as she stood in the doorway.
Well fuck. Who in the hell was this? And what had they done with Callie?

There the little vixen was standing in her mini skirt, sexy pantyhose, rockin’ boots and…his eyes fell to her stomach. Fuck. Her little twist showed off her flat stomach, her creamy skin making his mouth water.

“What are you using my make up for? Don’t you freakin’ have your own?” she snatched the pen from his hand.

“I just thought since it – was, hell. Look at you.” The look would be pulled off if she didn’t look like square peg trying to fit into a round hole. He couldn’t help the snort that came from his mouth.

Her soft features scowled as she propped her hands on her hips. “Make your mind up! Are you insulting me or complimenting me?”

“God, complimenting. I just didn’t expect you – this… you look great… but are you happy wearing that?”

“Of course, isn’t this what your girls all wear?” she asked matter of factly reaching for her powder.

His brow zinged. “Well yeah, but is it what Callie wears? I do want you to be comfortable in what you are wearing.”

She twisted so her face, now neatly dusted in powder was just inches from his. “What, you don’t think I can pull this look off?”
Fuck yeah she could.

“Yes you can, but I’m just saying you look awkward.” He scratched his head.

“Well you look-colorful.”

He snorted again and snatched back the eyeliner now his eyeball had stopped burning. “Gimme that, I need to finish it, its lopsided.”

“The eyeliner that is.” He added with a smirk.

She scoffed and moved her little ceramic pots away from him. “Well that one is now yours get your own.”

“Do I get my own pot too?” he asked as he drew the ink across the underside of the rim on his eye carefully. She was too easy, and he loved it. He admired her for trying to “be like his type” but really, she just had to be herself. How shallow did she really think he was?

“You’re a pain in the ass Jon.” She said as she twisted the bottom of her lipstick until the shiny pink head popped out. He watched as she glided it across her lips, and at the same time she smacked and popped them. And his dick grew hard.

Fuck.

“You’ll grow to love me… just you watch.”

“Unlikely,” she muttered as she squirted some perfume on her neck.
Her little navel was distracting… fuck if he wanted to drag her down onto the floor and lick his way all the way up to her lips and then back down again.

Shit.

“Alright – let’s get going then… time to go and play with the sharks.” It was a necessary but one he loathed. Why couldn’t music just be fucking music? When did that ever change?

As she collected her coat and purse he held the door open for her.

“Last chance to get changed, you don’t need to be uncomfortable as well…”

But that stubborn streak in her, the one he was growing very fond of shone through.

“I’m fine, what’s wrong? Think I am prettier than you?”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they swung the door behind them and took the chance to begin his good husband duties for the night.

“Definitely,” he dropped a kiss onto the top of her head and inhaled her scent at the same time. How they were going to pull this off – he had no idea. Was he looking forward to being able to tease the holy hell out of her while they were out in public?

Abso-fucking-lutely.