Chapter 6

Jon and Richie sat there with dazed looks on their faces, and then grinned at each other.

‘Hell, she doesn’t treat us like the gods of rock we are.’ Jon sniffed, then spoilt it by laughing.

‘Hell, she’s dealt with Elt for years, it’s no wonder she’s not in awe and falling down faint.’

‘You like to order now? Or wait for Gail to get back?’ Mai asked.

‘Well we don’t know what she drinks or eats, so play it safe darlin and we’ll wait for her.’  Jon flashed that killer smile again, if the receiver of that smile was female, of any age they couldn’t resist, and Mai liked the young man smiling at her, made her feel young again.

‘Oh, she always drinks cola, and she eats what I put in front of her.’  Gail hadn’t ordered anything for years; she just left it to Mai.

‘Well in that case lil momma, I’ll take a cola too and Jon will have a beer, and you bring us whatever you want, please.’  Richie grinned up at the pint-sized woman next to him, patting his stomach in anticipation.

‘I take it you need lots to fill you up?’

They both laughed and nodded yes, she walked away laughing.  They could hear her rattling off things in Chinese as she went through the kitchen door.

Gail was in the mean time running cold water over her wrists trying to cool herself down.  Fuck she’d just slapped two men she’d worshipped for years, damn! What the hell was wrong with her?  Just because they were who they are why was she freaking about her t-shirt?

Maybe because she thought if she ever got to meet them she’d be immaculately dressed and turned out, she snickered, like that would happen. She’d always been a jeans and tee girl always would be.

Looking into the mirror she mentally slapped herself, telling herself to get a bloody grip, go back out there and act friggin normal!  Stop thinking about what they must be thinking about you!  If they didn’t like you before they wouldn’t have invited themselves to dinner.  She agreed with the voice in her head, damn she’d totally lost it, and ran a hand through her hair, dried her hands, pasted a smile on and headed back to the men.

Richie noticed the minute the door opened from the ladies, he chuckled, looks like she’d given herself a talking too and was striding back with a smile on her face.  She stopped a few times talking to people, young and old.  His brows shot together when a man grabbed her as she passed landing her on his lap.  Gail had squeaked checked who’d got her then punched him hard in the arm making his friends laugh. 

She extricated herself, double flipped the table and carried on walking towards them, laughing. Richie thanked god the guy had let her go, otherwise he’d have ripped his arms off and fed them to him.  He jerked, where the hell did that come from, and why?

Jon had taken in everything that had happened, and watched Richie’s reaction.  He chuckled, damn his bro had gone down hard for this lovely woman.  Well if she agreed to what Jon wanted, Rich could really get to know her.

‘Sorry about that, needed to calm down after my brain finally caught up that I’m having dinner with not one, but two rock gods.’  She beamed at them, her sense of humour and her personality had finally come back to her.

Jon started checking his shirt out and patting himself down, then he started on Rich, who told him to get the fuck off him. ‘But Rich, she’s got a damn bug planted on us!  How in the hell did she know what we’d said about her not treating us like the rock god’s we are!’  He looked Gail in the eye and put a confused look on his face, scratching his head.

She looked at Jon then started to laugh, ‘Seriously you said that?’  When they both nodded she laughed harder, the two men joining in and finally she felt at ease.  ‘That’s scary that you call yourselves rock god’s and very big headed.’  More chuckles followed at the affronted look they gave her.

‘Dean, I think she’s slandering our good names.’ Jon said with a fake British accent.

‘Frank, I believe you’re correct, what punishment befits that?’  Richie played along.

‘Well Dean it has to be the worst punishment she’d ever have.’  Jon grinned evilly at Gail, she gulped, they may be playing but damn it was erotic!  ‘Well old chap, I think you ought to kiss her.’ 

Richie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, was Jon on something?

Gail wasn’t sure she’d heard right; and if she had, bloody hell that wouldn’t be any kind of punishment.

‘Errrr……. Frank…. I don’t think that’s……’ Richie wanted to kiss her, but not with all these people about, otherwise he’d make a total ass of himself.

‘Yeah, you’re right, you kissin her wouldn’t be punishment.’  With that Jon pushed back his chair, and before the other two could react, he grabbed her, pulled her across his lap and caught her in a kiss that would normally turn a woman to goo in his lap. Gail didn’t know what to do, so she did what all nearly sane women would do, she kissed him back.  Her fingers biting into his shoulders as she kept her balance, and the kiss continued.

‘Hey, you put her down!  It’s not that kind of place!’  Mai’s raised voice bounced off the walls.

Richie sat there and watched as Jon kissed the socks off the woman he liked.  Bastard!  How the hell was Richie to compete with Jon?  And Jon knew Richie liked her, so what the fuck was he up to?

Jon lifted his lips from Gail’s, looked up at Mai and giving her another of his grins he apologised saying he had to merit out the punishment before Gail forgot why she’d been given it.

Gail just lay there, sprawled over Jon’s lap, trying to catch her breath.  She glanced towards Richie and saw anger in his face.  She quickly scrambled off Jon and resumed her seat, not looking at either man.

Jon knew Richie was pissed at him, he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to test Richie’s feelings for her, and boy did he get the point in spades, Richie wanted to kill him.  Then he looked at Gail, she was beet red and head down looking at no one, maybe he’d over done it just a bit.