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Previously-

"Goodnight, Babe."

"Goodnight, Arnold." I yelped as he pinched me before letting me go and walking out of my apartment. Sigh. What a man...And, what a day...

Chapter 3

Ranger's POV

Connie deserves payback for that phone call this afternoon. I just don't know yet whether to kiss her or kill her, because I think my neat and tidy life just got shaken and flipped upside down. My life was all orderly and laid out for the future until that little curly headed nymph walked into that diner in her little schoolgirl outfit and my dick stood up and refused to obey. It still hasn't really gone down. Every time she opened her mouth with those cute little lips and said something totally surprising, totally kooky or weird, my dick saluted her and praised her for her words.

I have been captured and tortured in a cell in the jungle and it wasn't as painful as watching her eat that sloppy plate of food as she moaned and made animal sounds and licked grease and gravy and cream off her lips while she looked at me and smiled. I adjusted myself again just thinking about it. I mumbled, "At fucking ease already, you got to fuck her four times!" By the time she slurped the last of that milkshake, I was sweating and spent and she had interrogated most everything she wanted to know out of me and I had spilled.

If she hadn't agreed to fuck me, I would have gotten down on my knees in a public place and begged her. I took her to my apartment, my building, my domain where no woman ever goes except for Tía Ella. Then I invited her into my life further and offered her a job and wanted to ask her to move in with me because I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to give her anything she wanted to make her happy before she left the dinner table and she had called me on it and called me a 'sugar daddy'. I laughed to myself just thinking about it. Yeah, never thought I would be called one of those and it was that bad.

The sex had just made it worse. She makes love with the same fervor that she does when she attacks a greasy meal. Sheer enthusiasm and appreciation for the act and the pleasure it brings her. The shy and timid woman I was expecting because of her inexperience had not been the one in bed with me moving and making those sounds. I didn't want to cum every time because I didn't want it to end. I loved watching her, I loved everything about her. Shit, Manoso! What's your strategy for dealing with this assault?

I pulled into my 'primo' parking space back at Rangeman and smiled. Then I got out and headed to the elevator and to the control room on level five. I met Bobby Brown as I passed the monitoring station. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You high, man?"

"Hell no. I don't get high anymore."

"You're grinning."

"Fuck…"

He laughed. "What's up with you, hermano?"

"I need my head examined."

"Not my specialty. Who put that smile on your face?"

"A feisty little curly headed brunette and she'll be starting work here day after next."

"No shit! I can't wait to meet this woman."

"I guarantee she won't disappoint."

"What job did you give her?"

"I put her in the customer service and liaison position we talked about. She's perfect and the customers will love her. She seems tough enough and is pretty much fearless. Then again, she's oddly kooky."

He cracked up. "Oh, man. What the hell did she do to the mighty Manoso?"

"Zip it fucker! Where are you off to?"

"I'm meeting some guys at Shorty's for a couple beers. You want to come?"

"Yeah. Damn, I could use a beer." He slapped my back and we headed back to the elevator.

Stephanie's POV

I did my bedtime routine and went in my bedroom and flopped back onto my bed. I closed my eyes remembering all of the happy that I had received this afternoon. I had gotten a job to boot. The guy really turned out to be sweet. Although, I was still just a little leary. Until I saw an office and workers and a desk and a chair and a paycheck, I wasn't buying it. I didn't have a reason not to trust him, but this was looking more like a kept woman situation than anything else. Not my cup-o-tea.

I would take the card and buy one suit and one sexy outfit and ensemble to go with them and then we would see where this was going the next day. I sat up. Crap! I shouldn't leave my car there for him to scrap. What if this was all a bunch of hooty? Dang it! I got up and quickly dressed. I went and grabbed my hand bag and looked in my wallet. One dollar. I wouldn't be cabbing it to the diner. I ran back to my bedroom and changed into my sneakers.

It was just late enough where I couldn't go knocking on doors for a ride. I headed outside and started walking. Three damned miles I was going to have to hoof it to Haywood. Maybe with some luck on my side and if I swing my hips a little, I can get a pervert free ride most of the way. Not being the type of girl that liked to feel the burn, I was getting tired and cranky after mile two. Then a red jeep slowed to a stop and pulled over in front of me. I walked up closer and saw a blue jean jacket clad arm hanging over the window and stood a couple feet away from it and looked in. The guy smiled at me and appraised me with those dark bedroom eyes undressing me from head to toe and said, "Cupcake, fancy meeting you on the side of the road."

I narrowed my eyes. Fancy my luck and I growled out, "Morelli, long time no see."

"Indeed. You need a ride someplace?"

"Yeah. To the diner at the corner of Haywood and State."

He nodded and said, "Get in. I'll take you."

I got in on the passenger side and buckled in. I was feeling nervous on the outside and fucking bold on the inside. I got this, I think.

He glanced over at me and said, "Cupcake, you're looking good. How are you?"

I gave him a coquettish smile and batted my eyelashes at him. "I'm doing very well now, Joseph."

He whispered in a sexy tone, "Mmmm...I think I see something big in your future, you sexy thing." Barf! I would have to take a shower before I got back in my bed, but that's okay.

He pulled in the diner lot and I got out. I had been planning something crazy in my head. Shit! I had nothing but crazy to work with here. I knew nothing about bounty hunting! I got out of his Jeep and went to the driver side window and said, "Can you come to the back of my car and check something for me, please?" I swung my hips on the way to my car and opened the trunk.

He got out and ambled over. Frick! Why did he have to look so good in his tight jeans and tousled hair with that bad boy Italian swagger and shit eating grin of his. Best he didn't know that it was about to be removed from his face. I opened my trunk and he grimaced and asked, "What's the problem?"

I pointed, "Way back there." He stuck about half his body in the trunk and I stepped back and aimed for his fine ass and I ran at it and shoved with all my might and he yelled and toppled into the trunk and I pushed the boot that was sticking out in and slammed the trunk lid and ran and jumped in the driver's seat.

I stuck my key in and turned it and then turned it again and finally a blast of black smoke erupted from the rear and I backed out and squealed out of the parking lot heading to the Trenton PD. I heard banging and cursing the whole way there. I think I heard him yell that he couldn't breathe. I said, "Good, then we won't have to listen to any more of your screaming like a bitch back there or your bad sexual innuendo."

Pulling into the police station, I jumped out and ran inside. There weren't many people on duty this time of night. Then a head popped out of the booking area and it was my good friend Eddie Gazarra who was married to my whiner cousin Shirley. "Steph?"

"Hey Eddie, I need some help."

"You in trouble?"

"No. I'm working for Vinnie and I brought Joe Morelli in."

"You what?"

"He's in my trunk. Can you get him?"

"Your trunk?"

"Hey, I'm new at this and it was the only idea I had to get him here."

He yelled for back up and followed me outside to my car. He furrowed his brows when he saw the car. I rolled my eyes and opened the trunk. A very pissed off Joe Morelli growled at us and we all jumped back.

I said, "Joe..you..are at the police station. You..uh..didn't show for court. So, I brought you in."

"What? You have no idea what you've done! I have been trying to prove my innocence in this mess I'm in! I didn't kill a man and lives are at stake here, goddammit! Stephanie, if I can't get back out, it's on your shoulders to find the fucking truth."

"What? My shoulders? Since when do you give a good crapola about a woman's shoulders? You're a sleazy tomcat and I don't give a shit if you rot in jail!"

"Maybe. But, I'm innocent of murder. I'm a police officer, not a killer. I was working on a case when I was framed."

"Save it for the judge, Morelli."

"Cupcake, I'm telling the truth. It was self-defense. Ziggy had a gun. A guy named Louis must have picked up the gun. I'm trying to find him. I was investigating some missing hookers."

I put my hands in my ear. "Lalalalalalalala. Take him away, boys." Joe glared at me.

"Do you know what will happen to me if I go to prison, Stephanie? I'm a cop. I'll be raped and passed around before I'm killed. Do you want that on your conscience?"

"Stop putting your guilt trip on me, Joe. What do I owe you? Nothing. You never cared about how you treated me or how I felt about it." Eddie and the other cop walked him away and up the stairs.

Eddie yelled back, "Come in and get your body receipt for bringing him in, Steph."

"Shit!" I kicked the tire on the old Nova and grabbed my foot cursing. "Fuck you, Morelli! I'm sleeping tonight!" I limped into the station and waited for the receipt and then fired up my piece of shit car and headed home to my warm bed.

I woke to my phone ringing and reached to the nightstand and grabbed it. "Yello?"

"Babe?"

"Hey, Arnold."

"Carlos or Ranger."

"Right. 'Sup?"

"Your car is gone? Know anything about that?"

"Um..Yeah. You were going to have it hauled off."

"Was. It's not at the diner. You have any idea where it is?"

"Maybe."

"Where is it?"

"Look. I need it. It's a perfectly fine car."

"What do you need that thing for if you're getting a brand new car?"

"Bounty hunting."

"Babe..?"

"I took Morelli in last night." There was silence on the line for a couple minutes.

"You got Morelli?"

"Yup. I'm really tired though. Bounty hunting takes a lot out of a girl. Can I go back to sleep now?"

He chuckled. "Yes, Babe. Get your rest because this conversation just got me really hot and I'm coming over tonight with dinner and we're going to fuck, again."

"Goody. See you then. Bye."

TBC -

A/N - Please stop encouraging Margaret. She makes me watch her weave her twisted Helen tale. I'm starting to get nightmares.