Chapter Forty Eight
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.
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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 he 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.