No Strings Attached

Part 10 : No Strings Attached

"Look, lady. I've been standing talking to you for five minutes now and we haven't got anywhere. I am Riccardo Alonso, my brother is Juan Alonso he co-owns this airline and I need to get to departure 3 in 10 minutes so hurry up please or so help me God, I will get angry."

"Ummm okay!" she frowned, "I mean, your ticket is ready, and the details all seem to be matching up with Mr Alonso being your brother, so...I guess that's okay?'

"Yes. That will be fine seeing as he is writing your paycheck..." I glanced down at her name tag, "Jasmine....Thank you for your help." I grabbed the ticket and dodged past the crowds of people heading to Departure 3.

There was a sea of people, the overhead speakers calling for last boarding for flights, families trudging through the airport with bundles of suitcases, whining toddlers, and arguing couples. A cacophony of sound and senses. 

But then it all came to a standstill. Everything was placed on mute and the pause button pressed on the scene. 

I saw her.

A fuzz of blonde hair, she was angry, I could tell. But she was beautiful, I needed her, I wanted her, I had to have her. But I was such an idiot, I wished I could've taken back ever chauvinistic comment that I had ever made in my life. I wanted to be perfect, for her, for us. But would she still have me?

I walked cooly up to the counter and slammed my ticket on the desk,

"Is there a problem here?"

Kimberley looked up at me with a certain shock in her eyes, she was quick to anger, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Good evening Miss Scott, and how are you this fine afternoon?"

Easy does it Rick. Don't mess this up.

She pulled me aside, "Don't f**k with me Rick, what mind games are you playing?"

"No mind games. Nothing. I'm here. Don't worry about the details."

"What the hell do you mean, don't worry about the details? Rick, I'm about to board my plane to California and you're my freaking boss! Why the hell are you here? I deserve some sort of explanation!"

I reached out, and cupped her face in my hands, "I'm here Kimberley Rae Scott, because... goddamn it, I can't hold these feelings back any more... I'm in love with you, more than I've ever been in love with anyone before, I love you so much, I couldn't see you go to California without just one chance to tell you how I really feel..."

"You... I... What? What do you mean?" She stuttered, "You're you... and I'm... I'm me... How could you even.."

I smiled, "God, Kimberley, you're so beautiful and you don't even know it, do you, baby? Hell, the first time I saw you I was completely entranced. How do you do that? Make men jump when you say "how high?" You are so perfect. I've never wanted anything so much in my life."

I wiped the tears away from those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to stop herself from crying, oh God, she was beautiful, "I don't understand..."

"Kim, I love you." I said earnestly, beseeching her to understand, to really understand what I was saying, "It's simple. I love you."

"But you were with her..." her voice was small, soft, almost indiscernible. But I heard her. I always would. 

"Please Kim, I'm asking you. You're my everything, I need you in my life, I don't know what I'd do without you. Please. You make me laugh. You make me upset and then cheer me up again afterwards, you make me mad as hell. I just love everything about you, I have ever since I laid eyes on you in that elevator.

Oh my God. I was actually close to tears. I'd only ever cried when I was a child. I didn't even cry when Sofia and I split, angry as I'd been.

"I love you Riccardo," she said, knocking me for six, "I think a part of me always has. But I know what you'll do to me. You'll have me as your girlfriend, get what you want and then you'll go... you'll decide you need something new and you'll leave me. You'll mess with my heart. And I can't do that. Goodbye Rick. Find someone who you can have a no strings relationship with, because I can't do it."

"I don't want no strings anymore Kimberley. Haven't I shown you that? I can prove it to you. I want you. That's why I ran to JFK. My Jaguar is parked somewhere on the highway. I can't lose you. Not now, not ever. This isn't like me, I know it isn't but Kim. Listen to me. Please."

"Goodbye Riccardo."

"No."

"Goodbye..."

Suddenly I couldn't contain my emotions, I wrenched her arm towards me and stared into her eyes, cupping her face in my hands and looking deep, deep into those orbs, attempting to find her soul, the very depths of who this beautiful woman was.

She whimpered in my arms and simultaneously set my libido on fire. What was this woman doing to me? She was certainly weaving a powerful spell.

Her lips pouted in a way that made me groan, they looked so plump, so sexy and I could kiss them all day.

So I did.

Drawing her face up to mine, I kissed her beautiful lips and held her as she blossomed like a flower in my arms, her hands weaving into my hair and tugging sensuously.

I was kissing Kimberley Scott and I would give anything to keep on doing so.

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