All recognizable character belong to JE, all mistakes are mine. Not making money…just having fun…etc etc. In my head these characters are continuing on from my other story "In the beginning and other developments"

SPOV

I'm so bored. Normally I love doing searches and ferreting out information on skips who are hiding in an attempt to avoid capture and return to the judicial system. It's a bit like playing hide-n-seek. But today there was no challenge. Today's batch of miscreants seemed to be dumber than dirt. The Rangeman teams that were dispatched to apprehend these less than fine upstanding citizens had already captured and returned them all to the TPD. And it was only 1pm.

I sat on my chair, slowly spinning in circles while looking at the ceiling tiles. I know what you're thinking, why am I wasting time? Ranger and I had planned to spend the afternoon together. He had hoped to be back by now but a new client install has delayed him. I felt my phone buzz and picked it up to read the message. Sigh. Looks like our afternoon together has to be postpone…..again. This has been the fourth time in a row. Every time we make plans some emergency or other crops up. We're both starting to get frustrated. If I'm in such desperate need of a Ranger induced orgasm then I wonder how well he is holding up. Since I haven't had an afternoon off in the last three weeks, I decide that even if I'm on my own I may as well have a break and make the most of it.

Knowing Ranger is with a new client I sent him a text message instead of phoning, to advise that I was leaving Haywood and would see him tonight, tomorrow, or whenever his work eventually allowed. I was feeling a bit bummed about the whole situation and decided that an afternoon of pampering and retail therapy might lift my spirits. So I went home to shower and change and get my shopping vibe on.

While going through the beautification rituals I decided that I may as well have a really indulgent afternoon. Wrapped in a bath towel I was fantasizing about what I would be doing if Ranger was with me and on impulse decided to take a picture with my cell phone and send it to him. Leaving the towel in place for modesty (I'm not that bold) I pushed the girls together with my upper arms to create some cleavage and let a few drops of water from my wet hair run between my breasts. Using my cell phone I took a close up and sent a picture message to Rangers phone. I felt a bit naughty but it wasn't as though the photo was revealing and no one could identify me in the picture. This bit of mischief lifted my spirits so I finished dressing and set off for King of Prussia Mall. If I'm going to shop and pamper myself I'm going to do it with style.

I was a little overdressed for my average shopping spree but the afternoon was about indulging myself so I felt good. First stop was the Macy's makeup counter. I wanted some new subtle makeup, for a soft sensuous look and the makeup artists at the M.A.C counter convinced me to let them do a full trial on me to show the products. Who was I to refuse? The look they achieved was amazing and I left feeling like a new woman. I particularly loved the way they made my lips look so soft, sensual and pouty. Thrilled with the look and my new purchases I decided to celebrate by indulging in a decadent iced coffee at one of my favourite cafés.

The iced coffee had the works. Ice cream, whipped cream, and hot fudge sauce drizzled on top. It was orgasmic. Licking the spoon I could feel a dollop of cream on my lip and went to lick it off. Deciding it was another opportunity to tease Ranger I sent him a picture of me licking a spec of whipped cream off my freshly painted lips. It actually looked pretty hot, and again, it was just a close up and no one would be able to recognise me if they saw the photo. It was turning into a fun afternoon despite Ranger's absence.

Deciding I may as well go the whole hog and get a manicure and pedicure to complete the package, I kept with the more soft and sensual look and chose a nail colour to co-ordinate with my new lipstick, just several shades darker in a frosted shimmery finish. I felt completely spoilt and glamorous by the time I had finished. I refreshed my lip stick and checked my teeth then tried for a pouty innocent pose gently biting the nail on my freshly manicured index finger. The photo only showing my lips and fingers. Satisfied with my results I hit send.

I hadn't received any response from Carlos, so I didn't know if he was getting the photos or not. I suspected he had, but of course he wouldn't want to respond with a client present. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed that he hadn't responded, so I kept telling myself that he probably hadn't seen them …..yet. And since I was feeling sexy and mischievous I was going to keep it up.

Of course no shopping trip would be complete without a visit to Macy's shoes. If I ever had one vice to confess this is it. Killer heels and FMP's.

Fabulous shoes make me feel sexy, confident, sassy and in control. All good things right? I must have looked like a woman on a mission as the sales staff seemed to be falling over themselves to assist me. After trying on various selections one of the male staff members brought over a pair of silver heels that were a new line. OMG they were to die for! Sitting on the chair, Brad …..who I'm sure must be gay because how else would a man have such excellent taste in ladies shoes…. knelt to remove the current FMP's under consideration and proceeded to fit and adjust the new heels for me. They were silver and strappy and encrusted with diamantes across the inch wide toe and ankle straps. What I loved most was the fringe of beads on the ankle strap, the end of each strand finishing in a tear drop diamante. I took some more photos with my phone, explaining to Brad that I needed a friend's opinion. This time the photo of choice to send to Carlos was one of Brad's masculine but well cared for hands cradling my calf and ankle as he fitted the shoes to my freshly pedicured feet. Thoughts of Carlos running his hands down my calves to remove the shoes made me feel warm and tingly.

Hmmm, my phone dinged with a message.

"Babe" ...

That was all. Carlos is a man of few words and the way he says "Babe" has a myriad of meanings but of course from a text…. well, that's a real challenge. Does it mean stop interrupting me? Don't waste my time? You're teasing me? I'm not interested in your shoes? …. Who knows?

I completed my purchases, yes, that's right, purchases as in plural, deciding on a pair of deep purple FMP's as well as the sexy silver and diamante heels. Next stop was going to be lingerie, because let's face it lingerie is a woman's secret weapon to feeling confident. No one can see it… well most of the time. You can be wearing a boring T-shirt and jeans, but if you know you have on super sexy gorgeous undergarments it automatically gives you confidence and sass and makes you feel like you can take on the world. I mean seriously, think about it, what emotions and attitude do grannie panties invoke?

Feeling daring and extravagant I decided to pull out all the stops and forgo Macy's and head to La Perla. It remained to be seen if I could afford anything from there but the store is exquisitely luxurious and I was in the mood to indulge. Who knows, maybe I would find something that Carlos would enjoy as well. And the thought of his reaction had me smiling to myself.

Shopping at La Perla is an experience to be savoured and revered. Having had a complete makeover in the last few hours I felt confident and poised as I selected various items to try on. Leona, the elegant and gracious sales assistant, showed me to the opulent fitting area through an entrance framed with heavy black velvet drapes held in place with gold tassel tie backs. The room was complete with chandelier, multiple mirrors and a waiting area with high backed, padded, black velvet chairs. The three oversized individual dressing rooms, had matching velvet drapes and were waiting to be occupied. My selections were hung in the dressing room at the far end, nearest the mirrors and waiting area, and Leona excused herself with instructions to press the call button if I required different sizes or styles.

Placing my bags on the bench, I sat on the chair to remove my shoes and allow myself a moment to take a deep breath and absorb the atmosphere. I mentally catalogued the items that I was going to try on and decided to leave the best til last. This turned out to be a good move. I had never tried on anything quite so sinfully sheer and delicate before. It was soft, sexy and I was sure Carlos would love it. The price was outrageous, but this was the one. It was a delicate sheer tulle slip trimmed with lace in strategic places, in a delicate shade of mauve which made my eyes seem impossibly blue. The matching lace and satin corded thong was the sexiest underwear I had ever had the joy of experiencing. I simply had to have it.

I was breathless with excitement when the sales assistant returned to check on me. I gave her my credit card and the garment tags to process the sale and to give me a few minutes more to appreciate the outfit. It appeared that Leona was used to this type of reaction from customers and so she offered to close the heavy black drapes at the entrance of the dressing room area, so I could come out and see the full effect in the multiple mirrors under the chandelier. I felt excited and naughty as I peeked out to see if I did indeed have privacy. The curtains were closed so I stepped out of the dressing room ... and froze.

My breath hitched and I didn't move as we locked eyes.

Carlos was sitting in the elegant high backed gentleman's chair in the recessed alcove that served as a waiting area. He had obviously come from his client meeting as this was corporate Ranger at his finest. Black Armani suite, black silk shirt, Brieling watch, and diamond stud. His eyes were black as midnight and I couldn't read his mood.

OMG, I was frozen to the spot like a dear in the headlights….

TBC.

Author's note...the dressing room of La Perla in this story is a product of my imagination but the lingerie if you are interested is real, google the La Perla site and look for lingerie, slips.