Chapter 2

I did a mental victory dance. He spoke first. I am so mature.

What kind of job?

I need you for a distraction job tonight. Guy's name is John Velasquez.

Ranger handed me the file. I looked at the picture of the guy first. He was about 6' tall with blond hair and blue eyes. He was built, too. Very nice. Then I read what he was arrested for. Ugh!

You want me to go after a rapist? Are you nuts?

You'll be wired. Tank will be inside the bar if you need help, and Bobby and I will be waiting outside to do the takedown once you get him out. Nothing could be simpler.

I knew I was going to do it. I needed the money. Those car explosions took a toll on the old bank account, and the insurance company was sure to jack up my rates.

Okay. What kind of outfit? I asked.

I'll leave that to you. Be sure to show off some leg. he grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Men.

I'll be back to pick you up at 9:00. Then he let himself out, locking the door behind him. He had no key--must have used his super powers.

So here I sat. It was only 5:00, plenty of time shower and make dinner at my parents house before my job tonight. With that thought in mind I went into the bathroom. I emerged about a half hour later dressed in my standard shorts and t-shirt combo. No need to give my mom ideas by dressing all slutty for dinner, time enough for that afterwards.

I went to grab my car keys. Oops! No car. Nix the dinner idea. Let's hope the refrigerator fairy decided to come today. I wandered into the kitchen and found peanut butter and crackers. Voila! Dinner! I gave part of a cracker to my hamster, Rex. He scurried out of his soup can butt first, grabbed the cracker and ran back into the can.

After I finished my feast, I decided to start getting dressed. It takes time to create the love goddess look, after all. I chose a tight black skirt and a bright red tank top from my closet. I added some black tights, and some to die for strappy black heels. Next it was hair and make-up time. My hair was its usual uncooperative self. I finally managed to get it to behave after taking a curling iron to it. Now I had big curls instead of frizz city. Last I added makeup, going for a nice, slutty look. I used lots of mascara and bright red lipstick--to match the shirt of course.

When I was done, I took a final look in the mirror. Not bad, maybe not supermodel material, but it should do the job. I took a glance at my watch. 8:30 already! Guess I better find a purse, my usual big black bag kind of detracted from the outfit. I went through my closet, throwing out shoes in the process. Finally, I found a perfect little black purse, just big enough for keys, lipstick, and my mini pepper spray. I put the essentials in it and headed down to meet Ranger.