Chapter 1

It had been so worth it, God had it been worth it. The money I spent for my ticket, putting up with the screaming, loud mouth bitch on my left and the sobbing, whining bitch on my right. Jesus, what is wrong with these women? Just when I was about ready to smack the both of them, it was my group’s turn in the fan pit and that’s when it happened.

I was in the pit on Richie’s side and Jon came over to play with us. I was dancing and singing along with the rest of them when I realized he was looking at me and holding his hand out. No freakin’ way! He tugged at my hand and the next thing I knew I was plastered against a very sweaty, very hard Jon. Every girl’s fantasy, right? Well, mine goes a bit further than that.

As we moved around I swear to God Richie’s hand brushed my ass. When I looked over Jon’s shoulder he was grinning at me. I grinned back and blew him a kiss before turning my attention back to Jon. He cupped my face with his hands and laid those luscious full lips right on mine. “Thanks for the dance darlin’. I’ll see you later.” I had no idea what he meant by that and I didn’t have a chance to ask before he directed my back to the pit.

I missed the look that passed between Jon and Richie but I’m pretty sure they watched for me to get back to my seat. How do I know this? Well right when I got to my seat, a guitar pick came my way. Had the bitch on my left kept her hands to herself it would have landed in the vee of my shirt. I turned to her and gave her a shove, “hands off and I’ll take that thank you very much” and I grabbed the pick out of her hand. Just as she reached for me one of the security guards came over and motioned to me. He indicated I should gather my things and follow him. Shit. I hung my head and followed the intimidatingly large man. Well, next thing I knew, I’m standing between the barrier and the seats! I looked over at the woman I had been next to and stuck my tongue out at her. Serves her right the bitch.

Now, here I am, in a little room back stage waiting. Not sure which one is going to come through that door but, light or dark, I’m not going to be picky. Both would be my ultimate fantasy but let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.

I peered into the mirror and tried to do some damage control. My hair most of the time has a mind of its own but it seemed to be behaving tonight. The chocolate brown curls hung halfway down my back and were in pretty good shape. I blotted my face with a tissue and pushed my glasses up on my nose. I glanced down at the rest of me, all 5 feet 6 inches and decided they must have liked what they saw. My jeans hugged my curvy frame and I unbuttoned one more button on my black sleeveless button down. It was still moderately modest, but heading toward naughty girl territory.

Hearing a noise at the door I turned from the mirror and nearly stopped breathing. They both walked in. “Holy God” I managed to mumble as I sat down hard on the stool behind me. Jon smiled. “That’s new. I’m usually ‘Oh my God’ and he’s 'Holy Shit'.” Richie laughed, “'Holy God' that must be the both of us together.” I shook my head and actually managed to say, “must be.” They both laughed and Richie turned to me, his dimple was nearly my undoing. “You got a name beautiful?” I nodded my head, “I do.”

They looked at each other when I didn’t say anything more. Richie stepped closer to me, lightly running his fingers across the back of my hand and over my forearm, “are you going to tell us what it is darlin’?” I shivered at his light touch and I tried to keep my voice steady. “Are you going to tell me what I’m doing here?” Jon moved to stand near me then and took my other hand, rubbing circles lightly with his thumb, “you tell us, we’ll tell you.”