The Orphan and the Beast

Six

Situated in the front seat of Rosco's luxury town car, and yes the front doors open aka no child locks this time, she checked, Britt begins to admire the `luxury` aspect of the car`. Soft - plush leather seats begin to warm her a**, all black tinted windows reflect the large sky-scrapper looking buildings as they pass, and a bright red interior all grapple for her attention.

Brittany has never experienced such luxury. Her parent's - before they died - owned an old beaten down 1970's station wagon, or as they called it, a `vista cruiser` which always resulted in her dad making the same `dad joke` "it's to cruise the vista with my best gals."

Rhonda only had a Honda Civic, I know, corny right?! Rhonda with the Honda, oh the jokes her dad would have made!

Rhonda did the best she could, but her car always smelled of exhaust fumes and dog, she had bought the car from an elderly couples estate who had owned a geriatric pug that always shed and peed all over.

Despite their attempts, the smell never went away. Wet dog, dog pee, and exhaust fumes were hard to handle in the winter months but became a lethal combination on warm days summer days. T

hinking back to her childhood days, her eyes begin to swell with tears. It's not until Rosco pulls over that she even realized she's all out crying at this point, wow I bet that freaked him out.

"Are you okay?" He asks with enough sympathy to drown her.

"Yes, yes I am. At least I will be" she mutters while turning to look out her window again at the lightened skyline dotted with buildings.

"Okay, I almost didn't want to ask for fear you would jump in my lap again" he chuckles, earning a slap on his arm, but a smile now begins to appear across Brittany's face.

Mesmorized he can't help but mumble "God, your so f*cking beautiful". It's slight, almost as if he didn't mean to say it out loud, clearing his throat Rosco smooths it over by asking for more directions to her house.

We've come to the conclusion that when she was offered a ride, she was `under the influence` but reality starts setting in that he will be taking her home, to her house, where there is no one else, on the outskirts of town where no one would hear her scream. SH*T, she didn't think that through very well.

Well, too late now, it isn't like he would be willing to drop her off down the road, and even if he did he could, and probably would, follow her anyways to make sure she made it home okay. Why not enjoy the ride all the way there vs walking and being followed anyways.

"It's the path to the left coming up" Britt announces. It's about damn time, they've been driving through what looks like a damn forest, on what could have been filmed as a horror movie.

Rosco was beginning to get nervous, which is completely unlike him, but stick a city slicker in the `country` and they always begin to panic.

Pulling up to a small cabin in the woods only intrigues him, "this is where you live?" he asks.

"Yes, isn't it just wonderful!" Britt proudly states.

"Mmmmhmmm" is the only response he can utter, this is SO far out of his comfort zone, he's going to have to tell Jerry about this place!

Opening the door pulls Rosco's attention, "STOP" Rosco commands, freezing Britt in her tracks instantly.

Closing the door again and giving him her full attention, she's surprised when he just steps leaisurly out of the car.

"F*cking seriously?" she hisses under her breath, only to have it stolen when he opens her door to let her out.

He could't resist, "Yes, f*ucking seriously, I ALWAYS open the door for you".

Sh*i, sh*t, sh*t, he heard me. Eye's wide, she know's she's been caught. Smart a**, learn to shut up Britt! Especially when you've essentially given a mysterious, gangster, with a known reputation your home address!

Smiling, she leans in to give him a pecking kiss on the cheek as a `thank you` gesture only to be grabbed, slammed up against his car and have the wind sucked from her lungs.

Panting, she pulls away, but not because she doesn't want the kiss, but because if they keep going like this, she'll pass out from lack of oxygen. Giggling, she gasps for air.

Pulling her back in again, he begins to plant small delicate kisses from her forehead, down her nose, and finally her lips, over and over again repeating this action until she can no longer hold back.

Grabbing hold of his shirt Britt begins to resume the `make out` session that left her breathless only moments ago. Addicted to her kisses, Rosco has no intention on stopping, that is until she abruptly pulls away. Realization of where this is going, spreads across her face.

She's never been `intimate` with a boy before, let alone a 32 year old `MAN`, a man that know's what he is doing.

Images begin to flood into her head of how this could potentially go. Image one consists of inviting him inside, lure him in under the pretext of `coffee`.

How would that end? Yup, in the hands of the towns most feared `Bad Boy`. That thought is super tempting, must be the four `s*x on the beach` c*cktails I've consumed, hmm, I wonder if they increase certain desires as the name insinuates? OR there is always thought number two.....

Britt takes off in a dead-sprint towards her house, fumbles the key into the lock and throws herself against the backside of the door once she's closed it with her safely inside. Option number two it is, "keep them wanting more" she mumbles trying to catch her breath.

An amusing grin forms on Rosco's face, "Well goodnight then" he shouts, not out of anger, but with a tint of humor. Shaking his head, chuckling, he gets back into his car and pulls away leaving the `girl who will be the death of him` behind.