A/N: Not mine and not making any money.
Written in response to a Halloween challenge on another board. It had to include the phrase: "Forget the ghosts," the voice whispered darkly. "Beware of me!" I altered it by one letter to work in this story.
The Rangeman Halloween party was in full swing. The second floor conference room had been decked out in black and orange, strobe lighting bi-sected the dance floor, pulsing in time to the heavy beat and the free food and bar was swamped with Merry Men.
I was dressed as Wonder Woman. I mean, come on, who else would I be? I'd already had a couple of drinks and was feeling mighty fine, thank you very much.
The only thing that could make this evening any better would be an appearance by Batman himself. So far there was no sign of Ranger, so I was making the most of dancing with a host of hot Rangemen instead.
I'd danced with a Spartan warrior complete with oiled muscles AKA Lester. Man, that was something. I'd danced with Captain Jack Sparrow and Legolas: Manny and Junior. And right now I was dancing with ghost Bobby.
Tank and Lula had come as Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein. It was a truly scary sight to behold and the couple had spent most of the evening glued together in a dark corner. No one wanted to get too close in case they…. Well, you get the picture.
The song ended and Bobby steered me off the dance floor, when suddenly someone reached out and grabbed hold of my arm. I let out a shriek as I was dragged into the pitch-black supply closet.
"Forget the ghost," the voice whispered darkly. "Beware of me!"
The light clicked on and I found myself staring up into dark eyes that were swirling with raw lust. I licked my lips and Ranger let out a moan.
"Damn, babe. Playing with fire."
I looked Ranger up and down. He was wearing a long black hooded cloak that trailed to the ground. "Death?" I asked.
His lips twitched into his almost smile. "Black Rider."
I reached out to pull him close, fighting my way through the layers of fabric to find his waist. His bare waist. Yikes!
"Ranger?"
"Hmmm," he purred in my ear.
"What are you wearing under that cloak?"
He just raised an eyebrow and gave me a half smile as he tugged at the cord holding the cloak fastened. The material fell away and pooled round his feet, revealing pure male perfection: naked Ranger.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I haven't ruined you recently and I'd hate for the effects to wear off."
Oh my God!