SECRET AGENT DAWSON
Chapter Two
Jack lay peacefully asleep until Rose put her
head on his chest and her arm over him. He didn't mind, not at all. Rose felt
cared for as she slept. Her eyes drifted open, and she noticed Jack had slept
with her. She didn't mind, because she felt somehow he would protect her. She
felt the hard muscles as she removed her hand from his chest. She stared at him
in awe. He was a blonde god. He had all the right muscles in all the right
places. She looked at his face. There was a slight scar near his nose, but it
was somewhat unnoticeable. His eyes opened. The blue in his eyes were like
somewhere she could lose control in.
Jack had noticed a sudden flush in her face.
"Rose, are you okay? I hope you didn't
mind me lying here with you, but you were crying in your sleep."
"No, I don't mind, and I'm okay."
She wondered if he had seen her checking him out.
"So, are you hungry?" His hunger
went beyond food.
"Yeah, I'm starved." She thought, Yeah,
starved for you.
They both felt the electricity, but they
didn't act on it. Rose wanted to know him better, not have sex to confuse their
friendship, until they were ready, at least.
Jack walked into the kitchen and made bacon
and eggs.
Rose felt pampered by him. Her boyfriend,
Rod, didn't understand her. Not even when her birthday came. Did he even buy
her anything? Not a kiss, not a hug, not even happy birthday, sweetheart. Which
reminded her--it was three days away.
Her luck had changed for the better Jack was
perfect--nothing mysterious about him, but she could tell he had a wild streak
somewhere inside him.
The phone rang.
Jack got it.
"Hello, Jack."
"Hi."
"We have a situation."
"What kind of situation?"
"The usual--perpetrator steals important
computer disk to military weapon."
"You know I'm on vacation. It sounds
tempting, but nah."
"All right. Who is she?"
"My neighbor's in trouble. I'm helping
her."
"She must be cute for you to not wanna
do this assignment. All right. I'll call Agent Ryan."
"Okay."
He hung up the phone.
Jack would have made any excuse to stay with
her.
"Not to be nosy, but who was that?"
Rose asked.
"My boss from work."
"I'm not keeping you from something, am
I?"
"No. Nothing my friend can't
handle."
"So, what do you do, Jack?"
"Huh?"
"What kind of job do you have?"
"Oh, I'm a security guard for the
bank."
"Oh. Well you sure have the muscles for
it, if you don't mind me saying so."
"Well, Miss Rose, do I detect some
admiration?"
"Well, yes. I always say flaunt what
you've got."
"What about you, Rose?"
"I don't have a job."
"Well, you must have done
something."
"Yeah, Jack. I use to dance on tables
for money."
"Really?"
"No, silly. Actually, I was nineteen and
I needed the money." She was kidding.
"Did you do lap dances, too?"
"Jack Dawson! You're truly living on the
edge. And no, I never did lap dances. I only did ones for my other
customers," she pretended.
Jack turned red.
Jack wants a lap dance--that's what he's
going to get, Rose thought. She would
fulfill his fantasy. She owed him that much.
She walked to the restroom with a skirt and a
tank top in her hand.
Jack wondered where she had gone.
Rose came out and picked up a tape from her
bag. She inserted it into the cassette deck of his radio.
The music started playing. Simply
Irresistible by Robert Palmer.
She walked toward Jack.
He was mesmerized by her.
She started to sway from side to side on his
lap like a child asking what they wanted for Christmas.
She pressed her legs to his inner thigh. Then
she turned around and sat on his lap pressing her butt to his groin.
Jack started panting. Rose liked his response
and got his hands and pressed them against her stomach down her legs. She
turned her head slightly and he kissed her.
She grabbed his head to deepen the kiss and
he turned her body sideways for better access to her lips.
When the kiss was over, they both gasped for
breath.
"Jack, I really like you, but not like
this."
"You're right. Not like this," he
agreed, even though it was hard to stop then.
"Rose, you make yourself comfortable,
and I'll be right back."
Jack went to the restroom, trying to calm
himself down. It was going to be hard because he wanted her so much. The last
time he had sex was ages ago. He couldn't even remember. His work kept him
busy, and he hadn't had a vacation in five years.
Well, Jack, your life is going to change, he thought to himself.
"I need help!" Jack said out loud.
He realized he sort of screamed it.
"Jack, are you okay?" Rose asked.
"Yeah. I just cut myself, is all."
"Can I come in? I worked as a nurse for
six months at a hospital."
"Sure. Come in."
Jack's hand was bleeding. He hadn't realized
when he said he needed help he'd cut himself on his razor. Pain was the only
way to submerge his desire, and it worked.
But thanks to Rose, she helped him all right.
He got hard again.
"Thanks for the bandage, Rose."
"No problem, Jack. I figured I owed you
that for making you...well, you know. I'm not a tease, Jack."
"I know you're not, Rose. That's why I
needed a break."
"So how was my lap dance?"
"I say extremely well."
"Wanna take a stroll to the park?"
Jack asked.
"Yeah. I would love that." Rose
hadn't gone somewhere without being a prisoner in her own home.
Jack and Rose walked to the park. Rose was
glad she hadn't seen Rod.
Jack and Rose walked past a basketball game,
and one of the men shouted out.
"Hey, you! We need a fourth player.
Wanna play?" asked the tall man.
"Rose, should I?" he asked her
permission.
"Sure. Go ahead. I will sit on the chair
over there and root for your team. Deal?"
"Thanks, Rose. I love you." He
didn't mean for that to slip out.