A/N: very slight M-rating

A loud knocking jolted Jennifer awake. She was lying on her stomach with Jonathan curled around her, and at the sound of someone at the door, they both jumped.

Jonathan extricated himself from her, sitting up on his side of the bed. "Just a minute," he called. He turned to Jennifer. "Do you want my shirt back?"

"Oh, I think it's over here," she said. Sure enough, they'd shoved it off the edge of the bed on her side, so she could easily reach it.

Jennifer sat up to wrap the shirt around her, not bothering to button it up. Jonathan let out a little whimper to see her bare body before it got covered up. She grinned at him. He was sitting there entirely nude, but with the bedsheets covering his bottom half, he wasn't bothered. And Jennifer was grateful for the nice view, particularly in the daylight.

Once Jennifer was situated, Jonathan gave a shout. "Alright, Max."

The door opened and the light switch flicked on. In walked Max rolling a cart with plates of food. "I didn't know what you two would want, so we got toast and eggs and pancakes. They call 'em pancakes but they're more like those French crepe things."

"That sounds great, Max, thanks," Jonathan said.

Jennifer smiled, seeing all the lovely food. "Thank you so much, Max. I suppose Jonathan told you I was staying over?" It was clear that there was breakfast for two on the tray.

"He didn't need to," Max answered. "You're engaged. Where else would you be? I just didn't know if Mr. H was gonna be at your place last night. But I came in this morning and found your shoes in the sitting room, Miss Edwards, so I called down to order breakfast."

"Max takes care of me," Jonathan explained.

Jennifer chuckled. "I can see that."

"I'll take care of both of you," Max assured them. "Mr. H, you want me to call for the car?"

"Not just yet, Max," Jonathan told him. "We haven't made plans for the day yet. But if you could make the arrangements with the plane for us to fly to New York on Monday, I'd appreciate it."

Max furrowed his brow. "What're we doin' in New York?"

"I live there," Jennifer explained.

"I thought you lived here in London," he protested.

Jennifer shook her head. "I was only here temporarily to do a few stories for the Herald. I have an apartment in New York where I live. And Jonathan was sweet enough to offer to come with me so I can get my affairs settled before we go to LA."

Max nodded in understanding. "I'll talk to the pilot and get a hotel."

"You don't need a hotel," Jennifer said, turning to Jonathan. "Unless you want one. I figured you'd stay with me."

"You want me to get a hotel for myself, Mr. H?" Max asked him.

"I have a guest room," Jennifer told them both. "If you don't want to go to the trouble."

Jonathan hesitated for a moment. "We'll talk about it. Just figure out the plane for now, Max."

"You got it," he confirmed. "Enjoy your breakfast. I'll be down in the lobby if you need anything. Just call down."

They both thanked him again, and Max closed the door behind him.

"That was very sweet of Max to bring us breakfast," Jennifer said.

"You can get used to it. I bet he'd be happy to bring you breakfast in bed every single day if you wanted. He likes doing things like that," Jonathan replied.

Jennifer felt her brow raise in curiosity. "Does he bring all your women breakfast in bed each morning?"

"He has on occasion in the past," he answered truthfully. "But I've only got one woman in my life now, and she's in bed with me, half-naked."

A naughty idea flitted through Jennifer's mind, so she decided to follow it. She unwrapped the overlarge pajama shirt and tossed it back over the edge of the bed. "Now she's fully naked."

Jonathan grinned. "Even better." He threw off the covers on the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning her back against the pillows.

Jennifer gazed up at him, still in awe at how perfect this man was and how much she loved him and how she'd never been so happy in all her life. "Are we going to have breakfast?"

"Mhmm," he mumbled, leaning in to start kissing her neck. He seemed to like doing that. Jennifer enjoyed it, too.

His kisses moved down to her chest, spending a little attention on her breasts. His mouth reached one spot and Jennifer gasped, "Oh!"

Jonathan lifted his head. "Oh. Sorry."

Jennifer looked down for the first time and saw that he'd managed to leave a sizable lovebite on the curve of her left breast. "Someone's been a little eager."

"Can you blame me? But I am sorry, I'll be more gentle in the future," he assured her. His lips caressed the bruise softly, reverently.

She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed happily. "Don't worry about being too gentle with me. I just didn't realize that was even there. And I really don't mind, darling, honest," she told him. "I like when you're eager."

He looked up with her and grinned but didn't say anything. Jonathan went back to kissed down her body. He settled himself down, holding her hips and putting wet kisses on her belly. Jennifer was a little bit ticklish, and she squirmed and giggled. Jonathan chuckled against her skin.

And then he moved lower, spreading her legs with those big hands of his. "Jonathan, the food," she reminded him. But really, if he stopped now, she might smother him with a pillow.

"I'm going to have my dessert first," he informed her.

The next thing Jennifer knew, his tongue was on her folds. Yet another thing he was magnificently good at. Before her breathing got too labored, she quipped, "I suppose we'll just work up even more of an appetite for breakfast."

The eggs were cold by the time they got to them. Jonathan had tried to control himself and hold out as long as possible, going down on Jennifer until she practically begged him to stop. He was too distracted to count how many times he made her come, but he was pretty sure it was at least three. It was about then that she pulled his hair to bring his face back up to hers so she could kiss him and lick his mouth clean. When he finally thrust inside her, it was almost embarrassing how quick he finished. But he was really very motivated at that point.

Once they'd cooled off and regained the power of speech, Jonathan asked if Jennifer wanted to shower, but she insisted they eat first. "If I don't get some calories in my system, I'm going to pass out before we make love again."

"Again?" He was delighted to hear her as eager as he.

"Of course. Besides, I'd like to return the favor. Though maybe we could do that in the shower later."

Jonathan's mouth went dry at the thought of Jennifer on her knees in the shower. He quickly put his robe on and wheeled the breakfast cart over to the bed so they could eat.

"So Max brings you breakfast every morning?" she asked, buttering her toast.

"Not every morning. But he does live with me. Is that…?" Truth be told, he was worried about getting to this topic. So far, Jennifer seemed like she got on with Max pretty well. But getting along with someone who drove you around and brought you breakfast wasn't the same as allowing that person to live with you. And if Jennifer didn't like the idea of Max living with them in the future, Jonathan didn't know what he'd do. He had been living with Max for his entire adult life. Even with Jennifer, even marrying her, Jonathan couldn't imagine life without Max being in their home.

Jennifer looked at him curiously. "Is that alright? Why shouldn't it be? Obviously Max is very important to you, and he's wonderful at what he does. If you're used to having him living in, I don't see any reason that should change."

"You won't mind? With us being engaged and then married and all?" Jonathan asked, wanting to be sure she understood.

She nodded. "I'm used to it. I've always had a housekeeper, though she comes once a week or so and doesn't live with me. But my father's had Walter as long as I can remember. And Walter is quite different from Max, but I'm sure they have the same sort of job. I suppose having live-in help is difficult for someone who didn't grow up that way, so I appreciate that you were concerned about my feelings on it. But you don't need to worry, darling. I get to marry you, and I can see that Max comes with the deal. And aren't I lucky for that?"

Jonathan felt the worry melt out of him. "You really are something, you know that?"

Jennifer shrugged modestly. "As long as you like me, I'm doing alright."

"Of course I like you. I love you, too."

"And I love you, so that all works out quite nicely. Now, pass me the pancakes. I think those'll taste fine cold."

They went about eating for a minute or so before Jonathan started a new line of conversation. "Tell me about your father. So far I know he had horses at your childhood home in Maryland, and he's an art dealer and travels all around the world working with museums."

Jennifer chuckled. "That's really the important things. But his name is Stephen Edwards and he's a very kind, gentle man. He can be stubborn at times, though, so sometimes he has a bit of a temper. And he's quite protective of me. I'm an only child, you see. My mother died when I was twelve, so it's just been the two of us."

"He sounds wonderful. I can't wait to meet him. Is he in New York?" Jonathan asked.

"He's actually in Japan right now. He…oh dear." She trailed off, looking around the room. She got up, doing up the remaining buttons on Jonathan's pajama shirt she'd been wearing. "I need the phone."

"Over there," he pointed to the nightstand on his side of the bed.

She crossed over and sat on the edge of the bed, picking up the receiver and quickly dialing. "Hello, this is Jennifer Edwards. Are there any messages for me?"

Jonathan sat there, breakfast abandoned. She had not asked him to leave, but he wasn't sure he should be eavesdropping on her calls.

Jennifer thanked the answering service and hung up the phone again before dialing another number. "I'll pay you back for this call. I'm sure the Ritz has extra fees for calling Japan," she said to Jonathan while she waited to be transferred.

"Don't worry about it," he assured her.

She asked for Stephen Edwards and then waited. A moment later, Jennifer's entire countenance changed. "Pa!" she exclaimed excitedly.

From where he sat, Jonathan could faintly hear the other side of the conversation. "Oh Jennifer, it's so nice to hear from you, darling. How are things?"

"Things are wonderful. Listen, I'm sorry I missed your call, I wasn't at my apartment," she explained.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the Ritz."

Her father chuckled. "It's certainly a lovely place to be, but why are you at the Ritz?"

"You remember how I told you I wanted to do a story on Jonathan Hart?"

Jonathan felt a cold chill of anxiety when he realized that Jennifer was about to tell her father about him. He wasn't exactly prepared for

Jennifer continued, "It turns out I'm not going to write a story about Jonathan Hart. I'm going to marry him."

He couldn't help but snort in amusement at her phrasing. Jennifer turned and gave him a wink and waved him over. Jonathan came to sit beside her on the bed putting his arms around her and leaning in so he could hear the phone conversation. She held his hand.

"Pa, did you hear me? Jonathan proposed yesterday and I said yes."

"Jennifer, you hadn't even met the man when I spoke to you five days ago."

The accusation made Jonathan go tense. He hardly dared to breathe. But Jennifer just gave his hand a squeeze. "And would you believe, it only took two days for us to fall in love," she said flippantly.

There was another pause on the line. Stephen Edwards spoke again, his voice stoic. "You're in London with him now?"

"Yes, but we're flying to New York on Monday," she informed him.

"Fine. I'll be there Tuesday. We can have dinner and I can meet this man you're going to marry."

His tone was so cold, and Jonathan could tell that Jennifer was hurt by it. "That would be wonderful, Dad," she said softly. "I want you to meet Jonathan as soon as possible. I do think you'll like him. He's a wonderful man, and we love each other very much."

"After two days?"

"I think we knew after two hours," she admitted. Jonathan couldn't help but agree with that.

He sighed. "You know your own mind, Jennifer. I've never had reason to doubt your judgment. Though this is certainly pushing the limits."

"When you meet him, you'll understand," Jennifer assured him.

"I certainly hope so. I'll see you Tuesday."

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Jennifer flopped back on the bed with a frustrated huff.

Jonathan leaned back with her, propped up on his elbow. "Is that what you expected?"

"I suppose it should have been. I don't think it was fair for me to think he'd be ecstatically happy for me to be engaged to someone I've known for two days. Though I think if he heard the whole story, he'd be even more suspicious of your motives."

"Are you suspicious of my motives?" he asked quietly. He did not like admitting to his various insecurities, but he couldn't deny this one. Her father had pointed it out in black and white. In the two days they'd known each other and after only one day of Jonathan knowing Jennifer's real name, they had fallen in love. It sounded insane. No rational person would ever marry someone after knowing them for just two days.

Jennifer turned onto her side so she could look at him dead on. "No," she promised him. "I can't explain it, but I trust you. I feel like I know you, down in your soul. I might not know all the facts about your life, and I look forward to learning everything as we start to build our life together, but you, Jonathan Hart…I know you. I know you and I trust you and I love you."

Jonathan pulled her in his arms and rolled onto his back so Jennifer ended up on top of him. "I love you very, very much," he told her.

Jennifer kissed him in response.