Disclaimer: They're not mine, and I'll return them...eventually.

Thank you to everyone who review Chapter One which was originally a one-shot. I'm glad that people enjoyed it, so here's chapter 2 and we're bumping the rating to M. No smut just yet though.

Thank you to my wonderful Beta Heather (Txbabefan) for letting me bounce ideas off of her and getting this back to me so quick. Hope everyone enjoys it.

Chapter 2

Date Pt. 1

5150 meaning Urban Dictionary:

1.) Danger to self, and others.

2.) Danger to property, Danger to oneself, Danger to others.

Stephanie POV:

"What's your store called?" he asked.

"Sin and Lace," I answered, sipping my coffee.

He grinned. "Sin and Lace? Did you come up with that?"

I smiled softly. "Yeah, I was brainstorming. At first it was supposed to be Sinful Lace but a friend of mine pointed out we could sell sex toys, too."

I watched as he choked on his coffee, launching into a coughing fit. "I'm sorry," I said.

He shook his head, smiling. "I just wasn't expecting it Babe." He said, as His hand found mine over the table. The numbers on his watch flashed three o'clock.

"Oh my god! It's three in the morning," I said. He checked his watch and nodded.

"Looks like it. Let me take you home. My car is at the bar," he said.

"How do I know your not a stalker, or a serial killer?" I asked him.

He chuckled, pulling out my his wallet. "Here, take a picture of my base ID. Send it to one of your friends and tell them if you don't text them in twenty minutes, then to send the cops looking for you."

I smiled and passed it back to him. "I trust you, Carlos."

He smiled and took my hand, He lead leading me out of the coffee shop and back down the street. The streets weren't well lit, and I found myself moving closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer into his body.

Carlos wore a black worn leather jacket, a black Henley, and a pair of washed-out jeans molded to all the right places, and his CAT boots were scuffed. His hair was short, in a crew cut, but still long enough to tangle your fingers in. His jaw was strong, he had a rough five o'clock shadow, and his eyes were dark and assessing but they seemed to soften when he looked at me.

I shivered against the cool air, and he stopped to shrug off his jacket. "I should have offered this to you earlier, Babe." He said softly His hands were gentle as he put the jacket around me.

"Such a gentleman," I said, smiling up at him. He smiled back down at me, wrapping his arm around me again.

"I try, Babe."

When we got into the bar parking lot, and he led me over to a black Jeep. He opened the door for me, and waiting for me to I slide in before he walked around and slid into the driver's seat. He started the car and smiled at me.

"Tell me where, Babe."

"Marquis Residents," I told him. He smiled.

"Lingerie business going good?"

I smiled at him. We were down the block from my condo. "Thank you for bringing me home, Carlos."

"It's my pleasure Babe; maybe tomorrow we can grab lunch and a movie?" he asked watching me after he pulled up.

"Sounds wonderful. I'll give you my number. I'm off tomorrow, so what time do you want to meet?"
"Actually, I'll pick you up if that's okay? If you're off all day we can go to breakfast and lunch, spend the day exploring. I haven't been in this part of the city much," he said as he handed me his phone. I put my number in and texted myself.

"Sounds like a date. Does eight-thirty work for you?"

"Whenever you want Babe. I'll text you when I'm on my way and when I'm outside." I smiled.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Babe," Carlos said. "Can I kiss you? I've been wanting to since I first saw you."

"What're you waiting for?" I asked him. Hearing my own voice, it had dropped a few octaves and it was now husky.

His warm, soft lips found mine. His kiss started out slow and tender but worked its way to fast and hard. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, and I opened my mouth to his, my hand tangling in his hair. His hand found the small of my back, pulling me further over the console. I moaned softly and felt his fingers dig into my back. He pulled away, our breathing ragged.

"That was..." he started.

"Amazing?"

He shot me a wolf grin. "Spectacular," he rumbled.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Carlos."

He grinned at me and released me. I slid out and he rolled down the window to watch me. "Text me when you get upstairs!" he called. I looked over my shoulder to find his eyes on my ass.

"You talkin' to my ass or me?" I asked him. He grinned again. Damn he was gorgeous when he smiled.

"How about both?" he called.

"Good night, Carlos."

"Good night, Babe."

I walked inside and used my card to get on 53rd floor. The elevators opened up directly into the apartment. I made my way upstairs and the left to the master bedroom, that was up the stairs and too the left. Including the bathroom and closet the master suite took up the whole second floor.

I walked down a short hallway to the huge closet, that only half-filled with my clothes and shoes only took up half of. I changed into a silk camisole and shorts set of shorts and a silk camisole. I climbed into bed and slid under the comforter. I sank into the silk sheets, but I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about Carlos.

He was wonderful; he was a gentleman. Him being as handsome as he was doesn't hurt either. He was the prettiest man I had ever seen, although I'm sure he would have a problem getting called pretty.

I had first saw him after I slammed the drink during the contest with Rob. My first thought? I couldn't believe how many good-looking men were sitting at one corner booth together. Then I saw him.

My first thought was he was ruggedly handsome; at the time his face was turned slightly away from me. His hair was dark, his skin was the color of a mocha latter, he had a five o'clock shadow, and from what I could see above the table he was muscular and obviously spent time in the gym.

I could feel my his eyes on me as I walked across the bar to the pool table. I owed Rodney a game anyway and it gave me the perfect excuse to get a better look at him. I bent over to take a shot and locked eyes with him; I knew he had been watching me since he spotted me. I smirked and winked at him, playing with him, and baiting him. I wondered what an alpha male like him would do and I wasn't disappointed. I had to say I was glad he wasn't a cocky asshole. Well, he wasn't a huge cocky asshole. I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Carlos.

I woke up the next morning at seven o'clock to a text from him. "Want me to bring you breakfast?"

"What're you picking up?"

I watched the dots on the screen before receiving an answer. "Doughnuts."

"Yes! Please!"

I smiled when he sent me a 'Babe' text in response. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. I had very little time to get ready for this morning. I scrubbed, buffed, shaved and moisturized myself within an inch of my life. I made my way into the closet and found a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. I dried my hair and managed to tame it to keep it from frizzing up. Didn't need him to see me looking like a Poodle on the first date. I grinned as I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

My phone rang and I answered. "Hello?"

"Babe, I'm outside."

"I'm almost ready. Do you want to come up?"

"Sure," he said.

"I'll call the front desk. Walk in and tell them who you are. One of the guards will escort you up."

"See you in a few, Babe," he said before hanging up.

I called down to the front desk and told them to expect a Carlos Manoso and to have him escorted up. I put on some light makeup and found a pair of flat sandals with an ankle strap as the elevator dinged. I made my way down the stairs. Michael one of the security guards stood next to Carlos. Carlos made Michael look small.

"Thank you, Michael." I smiled at him. As the elevator doors closed, I stood on my toes and kissed Carlos's cheek as I took the bag of doughnuts from him.

"So, what do you want to do today?" he asked me.

"Well, we can drive around. We can go to the museum; it's only a few blocks over. We can explore the shopping district and window shop," I suggested.

"For lunch I want to take you out on Key Biscayne," he said. "There's a restaurant I want to take you too."

"I've got a store out on Key Biscayne."

"Then let's spend the day on the island. We can even tan on the beach," he suggested with a grin.

"You just want to see me in a bikini," I told him with a smile. He chuckled.

"You get to see me in board shorts," he said as I pulled out a chocolate iced and sprinkled doughnut.

I paused to admire him. He wore a pair of jeans and a tank top. My eyes roamed over him, and I grinned. "Fine," I told him.

He chuckled. I left him downstairs and went back up into my bedroom. I slipped out of my clothes and found a black bikini. I tied it around the neck and around my back and tied the edges of the bottoms. Neither were particularly skimpy. I slipped back on the tank top and shorts, throwing a set of clothes into a small bag.

I made my way back downstairs and slipped on the sandals. "Ready?" He asked.

"Yep," I said. He took the bag from me in his left hand and with his right his hand closed around mine, interlocking our fingers. I smiled up at him as we stepped onto the elevator and rode it down. Carlos's Jeep was parked out front.

He opened the door for me, before walking around. He tossed my bag into the back seat and slid into the driver's seat. He pulled out of the lot, he grabbed my hand from my lap and set it on his thigh, just above his knee.

"So, what is the restaurant you plan on taking me too like?"

"You'll like it," he answered.

"You're not going to tell me?"

"It's a surprise," he told me. I shook my head.

"So, what brings you to Miami?"

"I live here," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Smartass."

"Are you from Miami, Babe?" he asked.

"No, I'm from Trenton."

"Trenton New Jersey?" he glanced at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep," I said popping the P.

"What made you leave?"

"Allot of things. I was tired of being smothered by everyone else's expectations. I grew up in Chambersburg. It's a part of the city that feels like it's trapped in the fifties. Women stay home, cooking, cleaning, and popping out kids. Men work, cheat on their wives, come home to dinner on the table at six. I hated it.

"My older sister, Saint Valerie never did anything wrong. She wore her hair in pretty patterns, her dresses stayed clean, and she was good in the kitchen. I hated to cook and only wanted to wear jeans; whenever my mom made me where a dress, I jumped in mud puddles to get out of them, and my hair is always a mess."

Carlos chuckled. "You were a rebellious child." He said.

I nodded. "What about you?"

"I've got five siblings and I was the middle child. Three older sisters and a younger brother and sister, twins. I was always a self-reliant kid; my parents never paid much attention to me because I didn't need it. I was arrested when I was 14 for boosting a car. That's how I ended up in Miami. I was shipped down to my Abuela Rosa. I went to Rutgers for two years and then joined the Army."

"What do you do in the Army?" I asked. He tensed slightly and glanced at me.

"I'm a Ranger," he said.

"Ohh," I paused. "My father was a Ranger."

He glanced at me but nodded. "What was it like growing up with that many siblings?"

"A train wreck," Carlos chuckled softly. "My family is a very loving family, but also very large. After I was born, my mother got pregnant eight weeks later with the twins. My older sisters did as much as they could but the oldest was entering Junior high and the other two followed her lead. We were always busy. Soccer games, plays, volleyball games, basketball, football, track. We were always doing something. When I got into junior high, I dropped all my extracurricular sports and started working at the restaurant my parents owned. At the time we were struggling, and they needed the help, but they weren't going to make their kids quit what they wanted to do."

"I'm sorry, Carlos."

He shrugged. "It is what it is. I was the oldest son. I was destined to follow in my father's footsteps. He had been working in the restaurant since he was my age, why shouldn't I?"

"That's when you got in trouble?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd." He shook his head. "What about you?"

"Well," I smiled. "I was a hell raiser. I snuck out almost every night, smoked weed, got into trouble, and ran from the cops. I stole a car but it was my best friend's mom's car so that doesn't count. I ran over an asshole with a Buick."

"Ran over an asshole?" he asked. I grinned.

"Joseph Morelli. A real big asshole. He slept with just about every girl within two years of him either way. I was two years younger than him and became his prime target; one of the last girls he hadn't slept with. I was working at the local bakery shop and it was closing time and he came in to buy some Cannolis. He locked us in and tried to get my pants off. I knocked his head against the counter and drug him out the back door and left him there. The next day he left for the Navy. Two years later I saw him on the street trying to sweet talk an eighteen-year-old girl out of her skirt. I clipped him with my father's Buick, broke his leg."

Carlos laughed. "So, what did you sneak our every night for?"

"Mostly just to piss off my mom. I'd go out with my best friends, and we'd hang out somewhere, go skating, anything to make our parents mad."

He grinned and squeezed my hand that was resting on his thigh, and I smiled at him. "So, what do you want to do first?"

"Walk around, window shop," he shrugged.

"Let's start with that," I told him. He smiled and soon we parked along the beach.

"You said you had a store here?"

"Yeah, it's a two-blocks ahead of us. We'll walk by it," I told him. He smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist. We walked along the sidewalk. It wasn't packed as most of the tourist weren't out yet. We walked in and out of stores, looking around. In an antique store we talked about some of the items we saw, and what they could possibly be used for.

We came across the store. Carlos smiled when he saw the Sin and Lace logo in hot pink and black. "Do you only sell lingerie and sex toys?" He asked.

I grinned. "No, we sell a few men's things, too; a small selection of shirts, hygiene products, a few other things." I shrugged.

"Let's go inside, Babe," he suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, I think Janet is working today," I told him. I led him into the shop; Rosa was behind the counter and Janet was helping a customer.

"Don't mind us. We're going to go into the office and look at the new catalog," I told Rosa, who seemed focused on Carlos. She nodded once and let her eyes roam over him. I drug Carlos behind the counter and down the hallway. I pulled out my keychain and unlocked the door, pushing him into my office. I turned on my light and heard Carlos's footsteps stop.

"Babe?" Carlos asked, from a few feet in front of me.

"Yeah?" I asked picking up a catalog from one of the boxes. Even though I had designed it, I wanted to see how it looked.

"You never said you modeled your designs," he said, his voice taking on a huskier tone. Shit!

I looked up to see him studying the portrait on the wall. It was me posing in my first design, a black lace teddy that was very revealing. There was nothing covering my stomach or back. A single line ran down from the breastbone to the panties, that were completely lace and almost see through. My chest was covered by very little lace triangles. My hair was curly and out of control in a sexy way. My makeup was done subtly besides my eyes, it was in a dark smoky eye to match the teddy. The photographer had me strike a seductive pose, one arm thrown back over my head, the other rested on my hip, my body turned slightly so you could see part of my back. It was one of my favorite pictures; I always felt I looked confident and sexy in that picture, and it made me feel good. Plus, that teddy was my first best seller.

"In my early business days," I told him. "Couldn't afford to hire models."

"Are there more of these?" he asked. I grinned.

"Why, wanna see me naked?" I purred. "All you have to do is ask," I teased. I watched his eyes darken to almost black and he stepped towards me. He reminded me of a predator, a panther.

"What if I told you I was asking?"

Let me know what you think in the reviews! This will become a full story once I finish Time For Someday. Next Chapter will mostly be Carlos's POV.