For Fortune and Love
Chapter Fifteen
After we landed in Miami, we were picked up by a set of RangeMan SUVs. I was plastered to the window as we drove to the resort. Miami was amazing and eclectic. I loved the vibe of the city, the warm weather, and the palm trees. Miami was sexy and vibrant. It felt a lot like Ranger, and I could easily imagine him growing up in the city. I wondered what it would be like if Ranger and I were here together. I had to remind myself, I was here as Ranger's fake fiancée not as his girlfriend. This was a job that I was getting paid to do. I sat back in the seat and blew out a breath feeling a little disappointed. I looked over and Ranger was watching me. I put my sunglasses on. With a little help, I could be unreadable too.
The Resort was gorgeous. It was a combination of oceanfront luxury and sophisticated design, with high-end furnishings and museum-worthy art. I'd never been someplace quite so upscale. As I looked around, I realized why Ranger had insisted on the new clothes and the spa visit. While I might feel like an imposter, at least I looked the part.
As we checked in, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. I was just being paranoid or maybe I was just off-balance. The last few days had been a lot. Ranger and I hadn't talked about what happened and now I was pretending to be his fiancée. I was entitled to be a little freaked I decided. Besides we were in Miami far away from the creepy stalker.
After we checked in, we went up to our suite. It was equally gorgeous. Tan, coral, and seafoam green with a massive balcony overlooking the ocean and one king bed. I felt a little flutter when I looked at the bed. It wasn't like Ranger and I hadn't platonically shared a bed before. Well, mostly platonic anyway. I could do this. I was not going to sleep with Ranger again.
Ranger was grinning at me. I knew he knew what I was thinking. He pulled out a set of documents from an envelope and handed them to me. Our cover IDs he said.
I looked at mine. I was Vivian Quinn.
"Who are you and what's the backstory" I asked.
"I'm Alexander Martinez" he said. "I'm a business man with slightly shady connections. It is always good to keep the story pretty close to the truth".
"Makes sense" I said. "So, what's my backstory?".
"Bimbo party girl" Ranger said grinning.
My eyes narrowed and I gave him my best death glare. "Very funny" I hissed.
Ranger did a palms-up gesture of surrender.
I snorted "I hate you sometimes" I said. We both knew I didn't mean it.
Ranger pulled me to him and hugged me. He leaned in and I could feel his lips brush my ear. "No, you don't. You like me. You may even love me just a little" he said.
I stayed in his embrace for a moment. A shiver skittered down my spine and I swallowed past the lump in my throat. No, I thought I don't love you a little. I love you a lot. I stepped away from him and said "next time I get to be the business person and you get to be the bimbo".
"Deal" Ranger said. "Now go change. The feds got us invited to a yacht party. Hopefully we can make contact with Baetz and Shuette and plant some bugs."
"Fabulous. One bimbo party girl coming right up" I said.