Chapter 15

Nervously Richie was standing in front of Fran’s apartment. He couldn’t get her out of his head since he met her two days ago. She was so relieved when Jason entered the living room again after Kim took care of him. Her green eyes were shining happily.

He smiled. Her eyes were haunting him in his dreams.  After two nights he knew he had to see her or he would never get a minute of sleep again. Jon couldn’t control his laughter this morning when he told him about it. He knew the minute he saw Fran that Richie would like her.

Her small figure, the full breasts and those beautiful green eyes in combination with this long dark brown hair and full lips were like a magnet to Richie. Honestly he had no idea why. Normally he was falling head over heels for blonds. But Fran was just breathtaking.

Exhaling sharply Richie knocked at her door.

“Richie?” Fran looked at him surprised when she opened the door.

“Hi Fran.” He smiled. It was great to see her again. Her green eyes were sparkling and this time her hair wasn’t forced in a do, but was covering her back.

“Uhm… Come on in.” she stuttered.

“Thanks, darling. How is Jason doing?” he asked when he was standing in the middle of the small living room.

“He’s doing fine. Quite happy that he didn’t have to go to school yesterday.” Fran said while running her hands nervously through her hair

Richie laughed. “Who wouldn’t be?”

Fran nodded smiling. She couldn’t believe he was actually here… in her apartment again. Sure she wanted to see him again, but she thought he wouldn’t be interested, thought he was only nice to her, because of her panic. Why should Richie Sambora be interested in her?

“Uhm…these are for you.” Richie’s voice let her snap out of her thoughts.

“Oh, they are beautiful. Thank you Richie.” He handed her a bouquet of red roses and stunningly beautiful pink and white lilies.

“I will put them into a vase. I’ll be right back. Feel like at home.” She said and walked over to the kitchen.

Richie’s eyes were glued to her back. She sure was a sexy woman. Those jeans look lethal on her and the blouse hugged her curves perfectly. It took all his self-control not to grab her and take her right here in the living room.

“Thanks…uhm…where is Jason?” he asked, while looking around in the small room and trying to get his mind occupied with something else.

“He must be in his room.” She said while placing the flowers on the small table.

Carefully she peered over to him while arranging the flowers. Why does he have to wear this tight black jeans and this brown nearly see-through button down shirt, she loved so much during the Bounce era? She already wanted to rip it from his body when she saw the promo pictures that time. How in hell should she keep herself in check now?

“Jason, baby. Come here please.” Fran said with lightly raised voice. Her son would prevent her from doing anything stupid. A few seconds later the boy strolled into the room.

“Oh, hi Richie.” He said when he spotted the guitar player.

“Hi buddy, how are you doing?” Richie greeted him.

“I’m fine.” He grinned when Fran shook her head. “Mom is still babying me though.“ he whispered. Richie grinned.

“I heard that Jason.” Fran said in a calm voice. Her son blushed and Richie chuckled softly.

“Well, I thought you might need something to get better.” He said and handed Jason a neatly wrapped present. Jason beamed and started to rip the blue paper apart.

“Oh, Richie that was really not necessary.” Fran protested and sat down on the couch next to him.

“Ah, come on…kids, who are sick or hurt get presents.” He said with twinkling eyes. Now Fran blushed lightly.

“OH WOW! Mom it’s an ‘Optimus Prime’.” Jason yelled when he unwrapped the present. “And it’s the Nightwatch setting…look Mom this is so cool!”

Fran and Richie looked at Jason confused. Richie shrugged his shoulders.

“I simply liked the colors.” He whispered so only Fran could hear him. She grinned. Good to know she wasn’t the only one, who didn’t have an idea what her son was talking about.

“Nightwatch?” she finally asked while looking at a black and blue truck with silver applications and flames on the hood.

“Yeah, the flames ain’t red-orange.” Jason said excited.

“Ah, I see.” Fran said still not sure what to think about it.

“Thank you, Richie. Thank you so much.” Jason said and without thinking hugged Richie dearly. Surprised by so much affection Richie needed a second before he was able to say something.

“You are welcome, buddy…” he squeezed the boy shortly. “…Glad you like it.”

“I love it.!” Jason said happily. “Mom can I show Patrick the Transformer? Please mom, please.” He begged and jumped from one leg to another. Fran sighed.

“Ok, ok…let’s go.” She said and opened the front door.

“I’ll be back in a minute; it’s just across the street. I wanna make sure Patrick’s mom is at home.” She explained to Richie. He nodded and hoped Fran would come back alone.