Part One

Sitting in his office, he banged on the keyboard; nothing happened. He tried turning off and turning back on the computer; nothing happened. Shit. Now he was going to have to call support, and he HATED calling support. They were always busy, and always made him feel like an idiot. He isn't an idiot for Christ's sake. He helped with the equipment for the latest tour, getting things set up and working with the techs to have it flowing seamlessly. He outfitted the chateau with more gadgets than James Bond. It was just that his fucking PC was a mystery to him.

Sighing, he checked his watch and picked up the phone. "Janet," he said to his admin, "I need someone to come look at my PC. It's acting up again. Can you see if they can come when I'm at lunch? I'll be back in about an hour and a half."

"Sure thing boss," Janet answered, making Jon smile. She wouldn't call him 'Jon', only 'boss'.

Jon gathered his things, turned off the computer, and left the office. He kept an eye on the clock the whole time he was out, wanting to make sure he gave the techs plenty of time to get their work done. He hated making small talk with them because they always had a superior air about them. He thought HE was arrogant; he had nothing on those guys.

Satisfied that he gave enough time, he went back to the office. He saw Janet wasn't back from lunch yet, and went into his office and stopped dead. His computer was working! It was sitting there on his big mahogany desk, and it was on and happy, and he was so grateful. He hated to admit it, but he was lost with out it. He walked around the desk and pulled out the chair, and jumped a mile when he heard a scream.

"Jesus Christ!" he swore. There was someone under his desk. He didn't see her because the knee-hole had a back to it that went all the way to the floor. "What the hell are you doing?"

"If you have to ask," the voice, a soft woman's voice answered, "I'm finishing up a work request to get this computer working." She looked up at him with eyes that were a clear, soft blue like his own. These eyes were sparkling with intelligence and humor, and a wry smile tweaked at the corner of her small, pert, utterly kissable mouth.

Whoa, he thought to himself. Where the hell did that come from?

"Er, sorry," Jon said. "Do you need more time?"

"Just a minute or two," the woman said. "Then I'll be out of your hair."

Jon rolled his chair to the side of the desk and sat heavily. He was reading through a contract when the door burst open and Richie sauntered in. "Hey man, you eat already?"

"Yeah," Jon said, not getting up. "I went out so tech support could come and fix my computer. Fucking thing was angry again."

Richie smiled. "Have you seen the new tech they hired when we were in Europe?" Richie whistled, and Jon made a 'cut' motion across his throat which his friend totally ignored. "Man she is cute. She's a delicate little thing, not more than 5'6" or 5'7", slender, blonde over blue." Richie leered at Jon. "Maybe I'll break my computer too."

"Rich," Jon said softly. "That's enough."

Under the desk, DeeDee was flushing from her chest to her forehead. She didn't know whether to stay quiet or come out and confront them. She berated herself. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She was cute. And delicate. And blonde over blue. Feeling her cheeks to make sure the heat had gone from them, she unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her blouse, mussed her hair, and crawled out from under the desk.

"That should take care of it," she said to Jon. Richie gulped and looked like he swallowed a bug. DeeDee looked at him and asked, sweetly and softly, "Is there something wrong with your machine too, Mr. Sambora?"

"N-n-no, it's fine," he said, and fumbled behind him for the doorknob and beat a hasty retreat.

Jon laughed. "Sorry about that," he said. "Sometimes his foot just gets stuck in that mouth of his."

DeeDee flapped a hand at him. "Don't worry about it." She smoothed her hair away from her face. "You should be all set now."

"What was wrong with it?"

DeeDee considered him. "Do you want the real answer or the stock answer?"

Jon laughed. "The real answer if you please. I'm not an idiot you know."

"I never even considered that you were." She went on to tell him about a virus his computer had that she was able to remove without needing to reinstall all the software onto the machine. She smiled at him. "I installed an updated anti-virus on your PC too, you shouldn't have that issue again. I also replaced the network wire. It looks like you keep kicking it out of its slot, and the latch was broken. You shouldn't do that," she said with a wink. "I taped it to the underside of the desk so it won't get in your way anymore. That it?" she asked.

Jon hadn't heard a single word she said. Once she started talking to him, not at him, he got lost in the soft melodic cadence of her voice. He watched her lips form words, and fleetingly wondered what they'd feel like against his skin. He saw the delicate curve of her neck disappear into the deep vee of her shirt, deeper now that she had undone a couple of buttons. He could just see the swell of her generous breasts, and his eyes flicked guiltily back up to her eyes. Eyes that did not miss the direction his went in. Eyes that were not all upset at that.

"Sorry, darlin'," he said sheepishly. "I didn't catch that last part."

DeeDee laughed at him. "The last thing I said was, 'I'll bet you haven't heard a damned word I've said, and now you're staring at my boobs'. And the name's not darlin'. It's DeeDee."

Jon actually blushed. He slanted his eyes to look out the window while a slow smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, DeeDee, you're right," he said, still looking out the window. "I didn't hear a damned word you said. I got all distracted by your mouth."

The radio at her hip buzzed at that moment, before she could say anything. "Hey DeeDee," a voice said. "Ready to do your birthday up right?"

DeeDee jumped and pulled the thing from its holster. "Not now, Rose," she said. "I'm in the middle of something."

"Oooh! Are you in Jon's office? You should hide out under the desk and..."

"ROSE!" she said, mortified at her friend's comments, knowing exactly where they were going. Hers had strayed there, too. "Shut up. Now."

Jon heard Rose say "Shit" and click off.

"Birthday, huh?" he said to her.

"Erm, yeah," DeeDee said, still looking down at the carpet. It was really quite lovely, and thick, and probably wouldn't leave a burn... She shook herself, appalled. "So, if there's nothing else..." DeeDee was inching toward the door.

"What are your plans?" Jon sat in his chair, and crossed his ankles on the edge of the desk.

"Oh, just Rose and I going out for drinks. Nothing exciting," she said, inching closer to the door. "If there's nothing else..."

"What are you doing after?"

"A-a-after?" she squeaked. "Nothing I guess."

"Do you wanna maybe get a late bite?"

DeeDee shook her head. "Not a good idea, going out with the boss."

"Would you go if I fired you first?" Jon asked, and DeeDee laughed.

"Sure, but I need the job."

Jon looked at her, then called Janet. "Janet, who does tech work for? Is it me?"

Janet chuckled. "No, Mr. Ego, they work for Matt. And before you ask, no, Matt doesn't work for you either."

"Thank you Janet," he said, then looked at DeeDee expectantly.

"I guess we're having a late bite then," she said.

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Anonymous said...

Wow....DeeDee under Jon's desk, what a fantasy! Hehe.. That naughty friend Rose, always getting DeeDee in trouble!! LOL!! Love it!!

~ Sterling

Anonymous said...

Yup, that naughty friend Rose is SUCH a trouble maker!! And way ahead of you - I already was under his desk. Ok, he wasn't seated at the desk at the time but it's the thought that counts, right??

Hath, great intro! I had no idea talking tech could be such a turn on for him! lol

DeeDee