Guests For Breakfast

Wednesday morning, Richie woke disappointed. He’d hoped that Jennifer would have come by last night, so they could finish what he started in her suite. He looked at the clock. It was 10am, which was early for him, but he figured she had gotten in late, so didn’t call her. He did write a note and slipped it under her door.

Good morning, Sunshine! I hope you had fun last night. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight. Hope you and your friend have a great day. I didn’t want to wake you, so I’ll just say I’m on my cell, and will answer if I can, if you want to call.

Yours,
R

He was just straightening from her door when Jon emerged from his room. He raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Just leaving or just arriving?” he said with a smirk.

“Just arriving, asshole,” Richie said, grinning. “She got in late last night and I was just leaving her a note.”

“A note? What, are we in high school or something?”

“Fuck you, man,” Richie said, laughing. “I don’t want to wake her.”

Jon looked at his friend’s face. “Yeah, you do,” he said, and crossed the hall in two strides. Before Richie could stop him Jon pounded on the door hard.

Jennifer jumped up out of bed and was in the sitting room of her suite without knowing quite why. There was some sort of loud noise...there it was again. Someone was pounding on her door. She saw the note under her door, and picked it up, scanned it quickly, then threw open the door. There was Jon, looking smug. “Here ya go,” he said to Richie. “She’s up.”

“What the hell is going on?” Jennifer was confused, and not sure if she was awake or not yet. Her hair was all wild, having been left down when she went to sleep. It cascaded over her shoulders in golden waves, and Richie itched to dig his fingers into it. Jon was studiously avoiding looking at her chest, but Richie could see the little peaks where her nipples poked through her camisole.

Jon rolled his eyes and cocked a thumb at his friend. “Casanova here is mooning around outside your door, not wanting to wake you.”

Jennifer slumped against the door jamb. “I see you have no such problems.” She yawned widely and stretched her arms up over her head, pulling the fabric of the camisole tight across her breasts, and raising the hem. She stepped back from the door, and looked at Richie. “You may as well come in. I’ll get dressed and order up some coffee.”

Expecting only Richie to take her up on her offer, Jennifer was shocked when Jon pecked her cheek on the way past. Richie kissed her more soundly. “Thanks, doll,” he said, winking at her.

They made themselves at home in the sitting room. She shook her head and handed Richie the room service menu. “I want breakfast, too,” she said, then went into the bedroom to get dressed. After shutting the door, she leaned against it and sighed. What the hell just happened? She quietly cracked the door open and peered out. Yep, the two of them were sitting there, arguing about what to order for breakfast. She shut the door again, and fired off a quick email to Samantha.

TO: samanthac@yahoo.com
FROM: thegoddesshathor@gmail.com
SUBJECT: OMFG!!!
The two of them – JFBJ and RFS are sitting on my fucking couch ordering room service. Am I dreaming?

Jennifer dressed, brushed her hair and teeth, and went back into the sitting room, where the men looked up at her and laughed. “Nice shirt,” Richie said. This morning’s was Kelly green with an Italian flag on it. It said, “I’m Sicilian: Piss me off, and I’ll have you whacked.”

“Thanks, I like it. Uh...” Jennifer fidgeted with the ends of her hair. “What’s up?”

Jon laughed. “Nothing. We’ve got stuff to get done today, and this one here was going to be useless, I could just tell, unless he talked to you this morning. So, I took care of the problem.” There was a knock on the door. “Oh,” Jon said, “and I called the others and told them to come over for breakfast.”

Jennifer took a step backward and sat hard on the chair. “Why are you doing this to me?” she moaned.

“Trial by fire, baby,” Jon said grinning widely, and went to open her door.

“Make yourself at home,” she muttered after him, then went to sit by Richie.

He looped an arm around her shoulders and she rested her head on his shoulder. “What if I wasn’t alone in here?” she asked, looking up at Richie. “I mean, Gail and I got in pretty late, but what if she was here when dinkus over there pounded on the door?” Jennifer started laughing. “God that would have been priceless: not only the look on his face, but the look on Gail’s.” Richie smiled and dropped his mouth onto hers, and slid his tongue into her mouth.

“Morning!” David called as he came into the room. “Jesus, really?” he complained, making Jennifer jump and break the kiss, blushing. David sat next to her and looped an arm around her shoulders. He started playing with her hair. “Do we all get kisses like that?”

“No,” Jennifer said simply, making him laugh. Richie pulled her into his lap, away from David, now playing with her hair himself, sticking his tongue out at his friend. Jennifer wanted to purr at the feel of his hands on her, and melt against his chest, but didn’t.

“I don’t blame you ‘miga,” Tico said, coming in and sitting at the table. “Mornin’.”

“Hi,” she said weakly. “You know, I’m not even all the way awake yet, and I may be a little hung over still. This is so not fair.”

“Tough shit,” Jon said, smiling. “This is the way it is. We’re a four-for-one deal.”

Jennifer laughed. “I don’t see this kind of thing flying with T, you know. She’s way more awake in the mornings than I am. So, if you’re going to do this shit to her, well,” she sighed. “It’s too bad, but I guess Bon Jovi couldn’t go on forever.” She smiled at Jon.

“Fuck you,” he said, laughing.

“No thanks,” Jennifer answered automatically.

Richie squeezed her shoulder and kissed her again. “You okay?”

Jennifer nodded. “Yeah, I guess. It’s sorta like having my brother’s frat brothers hanging out. If I can put the holy-shit-it’s-bon-jovi reaction behind me, you guys are all pretty much normal guys.”

“That’s what we keep TELLING people, but they don’t believe us,” Jon complained.

“Maybe you should do random hotel room service blitzes,” she suggested. “Just walk in to someone’s room with carts of food, make yourself at home, and just be you.” She burst out laughing. “Start down on the 5th floor with Gail. She’ll love me forever.”

Room service arrived, and after Jennifer had the waiter wheel the two carts, since Jon ordered enough for an army, to the table. She cast Jon a withering look when he tried to take the check from her. David laughed. “Don’t worry, man, she can afford it. She told me so.” He winked at her. “You know, Jen, those are pretty tight jeans, and I still don’t see your balls.”

“Oh,” she said confused. “Didn’t you get the package I sent to your room? I thought you needed them more than me, so I had them cleaned and packed up all nice and purty, and sent to you. Huh.” She cocked her head and winked at him. I’ll have to check with the hotel laundry. She picked up the phone, and shrieked when a biscuit hit her in the head.

“Put down the phone,” David ordered. “Jesus, Jen.”

Tico embraced Jennifer. “You keep this up with him, and I will be your devoted slave forever.”

“Sorry, he just brings out the bitchy smart-ass in me, I guess.” She shrugged. “Sorta like my brother does.”

“He does that to all of us,” Jon said.

“You can be a bitchy smart-ass?” Jennifer asked; mock shock on her face. “No way.”

Jon just cast her a glare that should have had her blushing and scrabbling to apologize. Instead, she just asked, “Where’s the bacon?”