DAY 1

The next night Cynthia was dressed a little more provocatively than she usually did, as there was only one thing she had in mind for herself tonight. She checked herself in the hotel bathroom and nodded in approval at her reflection. She wore a short denim skirt, probably too short for a woman in her late 30’s, and a red sleeveless top with a low v-neck to complete the look. Her breasts were small by most standards, but the risqué neckline hid the flaw given the amount of cleavage she was showing. Red stiletto sandals completed her look, as she tried to give her short mahogany locks some volume before she headed for the bar. Satisfied enough with her appearance she strutted out of the bathroom and into the bar. She saw her attire caught many eyes as she walked with deliberate steps to the counter to order herself a drink.

“Your usual,” the bartender asked, and she nodded.

She scanned the bar looking for someone intriguing as she waited for her drink. Next to her was a man in his late forties with a receding hairline, nearly drooling at her. On the other side of the bar was good-looking man in his early thirties, but Cynthia quickly noticed a ring on his hand. Not tonight, no drama. There was a group of young women at one of the booths who were a little too loud for her liking. A few more women were scattered throughout the bar but other than that it was looking like a quiet night.

Cynthia thought of canceling her drink and heading to the bar down the street when a man in the corner caught her eye. He was sitting alone trying to hide his face from being seen as he scouted out the table of young women. His dark eyes were captivating, though the rest of his features were hidden beneath a day old beard. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it, an actor maybe. She watched him discretely, determined to figure out who he was. As if a light went off in her head she recognized the mysterious man. No it can’t be, she thought, Richie Sambora? She wasn’t a fan, but wasn’t a stupid woman. She had casually listened to his music and wasn’t oblivious to his naturally good looks and charm.

Cynthia took her drink as the bartender handed it to her, and she replied with a distracted, “Put it on my tab.” She gathered her purse, her drink, and every ounce of confidence and sauntered over to his table. She sat down in the booth next to him, startling him a bit. She lowered her voice a little as she spoke. “I’ve been watching you,” she said.

“Oh yeah,” Richie answered curiously, but attracted to her confidence.

“Oh yes,” she began. “I see you watching that table over there. You’ve been something slightly short of drooling over them. But they’re not what you need.”

“And you know what I need,” Richie teased back.

“You don’t need a girl. They wouldn’t know what to do with you. What you need is a woman and you’re damn lucky that I saved you from that terrible mistake.”

“Is that right,” Richie asked as she took a drink from her glass.

“Hey it would’ve been your disappointment not mine. If you’d like I can head back to the bar and let you continue your drooling,” she started moving her hand to his knee.

His eyes darkened with her touch, “Or?”

“Or you could forget about them, and just take me back to your place where you can thank me for preventing you from making a serious mistake,” she said moving her hand up his leg with each word stopping just below his hip.

He swore lowly as he felt himself respond to her wondering hand. He signaled the waitress for his check and looked back at the woman. “You win. My place or yours?”

“Yours of course. You do owe me after all,” Cynthia said smiling at him.

“I guess I do,” Richie said as he signed the bill and stowed his credit card back into his wallet.

Cynthia finished her drink in one big gulp and stood from the table. “Come on Richie let’s get outta here.” He looked at her surprised and she laughed at him. “It was on your credit card, what am I supposed to know who you are or something,” she lied.

“Nope, but this means I’m at a disadvantage here,” he said standing next to her.

“Cynthia,” she whispered walking out of the bar a step ahead of him, letting him take in her whole figure.

Richie admired her body, her lean tanned legs, her womanly curves, and her short sassy hair. He caught up with her in a few steps and put his arm around her shoulder. “This way,” he said leading her through the front doors and gave the valet his ticket.

They waited against a wall by the main driveway and Cynthia took the opportunity to let her hands explore his body. She started in his hair, feeling the softness between her fingers then moved over the course scruff on his face. Moving down to his strong chest, she was sure to trace the outline of his muscular arms before he stopped her.

“You know you’re killing me here,” Richie said in a near growl.

“I never said that you couldn’t touch,” Cynthia said with a glimmer in her eye as she felt his hands move down her back to cup her ass as she leaned into him. She leaned up and kissed him, letting her tongue explore his mouth and allowed his to do the same.

A timid valet tried to get their attention as he returned with Richie’s car, but was only successful after the fourth, “Excuse me, sir.” Richie pulled away from Cynthia’s kiss and acknowledged the valet’s message. Before Cynthia stepped away, she let her hand wander down to top of his jeans and cupped him in her hands. She gave a gentle, taunting squeeze and felt him respond to her immediately. She smiled at her work and walked to the car leaving him stunned.

Quickly regaining part of his bearings he followed her to the car and tipped the patient valet liberally. He could barley contain himself on the short ride back to his home as she continued her playful assault. She taunted him with her fingernails over the muscles in his arms and played with his hair. Red lights left her with an opportunity to continue her attack on his mouth. Richie found himself in his driveway in record time and quickly parked the car and led her up the walk to the house.

They were barely in the door when he could take no more waiting. He felt around for the light switch illuminating the entry way and living room. He dropped his keys on the nearby table and leaned Cynthia back against the nearest wall. His animal like instincts overtaking his judgment.

He leaned over her and began kissing her letting his tongue taste the martini she was drinking earlier. He hands lowered to her breasts as he cupped them and felt her nipple harden at his touch. A soft moan invited him to continue his exploration and she could feel his hardness against her leg, as he pressed closer. She wrapped a leg around his waist and he lifted her so that she was straddling him completely. His mouth left hers and found its way down her neck to her collarbone where he began to nibble at it softly.

Her hands pulled at his hair as she bent her head close to his ear. “I want you to take me, right now. But I’m guessing there’s probably a more comfortable place in this house than the living room floor.”

That was all Richie needed to hear, to take her upstairs. He held onto her, not letting her off from around his hip and took the stairs nearly two at a time before arriving in his bedroom. He laid her on the bed as he took a second to enjoy the woman in front of him.

She looked at him, her eyes dark with passion. “What are you waiting for? Get your ass in this bed with me.”

Richie did as he was told and followed her path to the bed and was soon on top of her. She made quick work of his clothes and he did the same, scattering her clothes around the room. Their bodies didn’t leave each other throughout their night of heated passion. Over and over again he brought her to a climax and allowed her to enjoy her release before continuing to his own. He was a gentle and giving lover, even if it was only for one night. She eagerly returned each of his favors with one of her own and it wasn’t until hours later that they found themselves in a deep sleep, limbs tangled in each other.