Rosco sat on the plane, looking out at the rising
sun. Unexpected things had happened
tonight that made him hesitate getting on that plane, but in the end logic won
out. He was leaving the country.
He didn’t want to leave. After that night, he didn’t want to leave.
~~~
Jaime lay in bed, the covers tucked up under her
chin. She didn’t know what to make of
the night, and as the morning rays began lighting the darkened room, it made
Jaime uncomfortable and anxious for the day.
~~~
Rosco’s mind
had continued to churn that night as he kept picturing over and over again the
kiss that had almost happened. It would
have been in line with his plan, but something stopped Rosco. What thought ran through his mind when he
stopped?
This is a lie.
When did he
care if he lied? Rosco was confused. He
had Jaime right where he wanted her.
Since when did he care about her feelings? When did he turn into a sappy sensitive guy? Rosco yelled out loud, “Aaaaahhh!”
Damn it! Why did he have to start falling for her?
“Dale!” Rosco
called.
The tall
blonde-haired man entered the room and stood in front of the oak desk. “Yes sir?”
“I need you to
leak out where we’re staying and get the guys to pack up our things. We’re leaving.”
Dale seemed
confused, “Are we taking the girl with us?”
Rosco shook
his head. This had been a bad idea from
the start. Now was time to jump
ship. “No. We’ll leave her here.”
“But sir?”
Dale hesitated, “I thought we had a plan?”
“Yeah, we
did,” he agreed, “But we’ve had a change in plans. We’re heading back to Port Charles. I’ve had enough of Italy, country of romance…” Rosco became lost
in his thoughts again.
It would end tonight.
~~~
Jaime had almost fallen asleep when the bedroom
door opened. Her body tensed as the
light of the hallway fell upon her closed eyelids and then a sudden cast of
shadow. Jaime felt the shift of the
mattress and a light gentle caress along her bare shoulder. Slowly Jaime opened her eyes and faced the
somber Rosco.
~~~
She was beautiful when she slept.
Rosco couldn’t stop himself from seeing her one
last time. His heart raced as her dark
brown eyes opened and peered up at him.
Rosco removed his hand that rested upon her shoulder.
Suddenly Jaime bolted upright and covered
herself. “What are you doing here?”
Jaime yelled.
Rosco didn’t quite know what to say. He rose from the bed and moved towards the
hallway. He shouldn’t have come.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, apologizing not just for
tonight.
~~~
Jaime’s temper flared as she watched him walk
towards the door. He can’t just walk
out like that!
“Hey!” Jaime exclaimed as she jumped out of the
bed. “What are you doing?”
Jaime reached out and grabbed his arm. “Answer me!” she cried.
As Rosco stopped and turned around, his gaze
intent upon her face, Jaime felt vulnerable.
“Answer me,” she said less sure of herself this time.
~~~
Rosco wished he had walking out that door. Now, as he stared into those pools of
chocolate, Rosco was speechless.
Jaime looked beautiful even in pajama bottoms and
a white tank top, her hair falling in her face. Rosco found himself reaching out and pushing a strand of hair out
of her eyes.
~~~
Jaime felt his warm hand against her cheek as she
watched him tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. No!
Reactive to her own thoughts, Jaime slapped his
hand away from her face. “Who do you think
you are?” Jaime asked pointedly.
She walked away from him, trying to keep some
distance between them. Jaime folded her
arms across her chest as she stared out the darkened windows. As Rosco approached her, Jaime was fully
aware of each step he took to close that distance.
“Do I need a reason to check on a prisoner?”
Rosco growled.
Jaime swallowed as she felt the heat of his body
behind her. Stepping forward, she
answered him. “You do when you
touch me like that!” Jaime retorted.
“Like what?” Rosco whispered into her ear.
Jaime shrunk back from the breath on her
neck. As she turned around to face him,
Jaime warned him, “Don’t ever come near me again!”
Rosco’s eyes twitched, and his blue eyes flashed
with anger. “Or you’ll do what?”
he asked, stepping forward until there wasn’t an inch of space between them.
Jaime shoved him back. “I’ll take you down. I’ve
done it before!” Jaime stuttered.
Rosco moved towards her again but this time when
Jaime tried to push him away, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her against
him. Jaime squirmed, trying to get out
of his grasp. Finally exhausted, Jaime
screamed, “What do you want from me?”
~~~
Rosco hated using force on her, but as Jaime
pushed and questioned him, Rosco went into automatic pilot.
“What do you want from me?” Jaime screamed.
Rosco loosened his grip on her wrists and cupped
her pouting face in his hands.
~~~
Jaime was surprised as Rosco’s lips were inches
from hers. She braced her arms against
his chest as he pressed his lips upon hers.
At first, Jaime’s reaction was disgust and contempt. How dare he?
When his lips parted from hers, Jaime found
herself breathless. She licked her lips
and looked at Rosco quite stunned. What
had just happened?
~~~
Rosco looked down at her flushed face, his heart racing
faster than he’d ever felt before. ‘She
is beautiful,’ Rosco thought. And
just as before, Rosco found himself drawn to her. But this time, Rosco wrapped one arm around her waist as the
other gently pushed her hair out of her eyes.
His lips brushed against hers, waiting to see if she would respond. Hoping she was as attracted to him as he was
to her.
~~~
Jaime swallowed hard. Was this actually happening?
Rosco’s mustache tickled her and it sent a shiver
down her spine. Jaime’s breath caught in
her throat as she looked into his deep blue eyes. They were clear now and seemed to search hers.
Impulsively, Jaime reached up and wrapped her
arms around his neck. She brushed her
lips against his and then kissed him lightly.
After what seemed like a moment, Rosco pulled her body into his and
deepened the kiss with passion and intensity.
All at one time, Jaime couldn’t think, move or
feel. She was locked in that one moment
in time. Oh God, what am I doing?
~~~
Rosco had never wanted a woman so much, in his
life. His body felt whole as he held
her in his arms. He didn’t want this to
end.
“Ahem,” a man coughed. “Boss?”
Rosco pulled out of the kiss to see Arlo standing
in the doorway. Back to reality.
Jaime stood in front of him in a daze. “Yeah,” Rosco replied hoarsely, looking at
her one last time.
With that Rosco turned on his heel and walked out
of the door, leaving Jaime behind and a room full of unanswered questions.