Hi all, just a reminder, this was written (and supposed to have been posted) long before TBO came out. Due to too many computer problems to mention it remained locked up in my hard drive.
And again thanks for all those who reviewed.
I also want to apologise for the weird-ass text formatting you sometimes get – it only happens when I upload from my work computer – strange !
CHAPTER 22
Much later, when I regained all my senses I took in my surroundings.
The first thing that I noticed was the size…of the room.
The room was large, large as in the size of my entire apartment large.
Isn't the word large just the strangest?
Why do I think of things like that - why do I think of things like that at a time like now.
I think all the sex must have actually fried my brain. That's the only explanation.
The second thing I noticed was that it was white.
Yep, the original man in black had a white bedroom.
Smooth white Egyptian cotton sheets, big fluffy white pillows, the walls were a clean crisp white. The only thing that wasn't was the carpet, which was a deep charcoal grey and the bed itself which was a very dark chocolate coloured wood with a tall straight headboard, very modern. Very nice.
Third thing that I noticed was how well all that white contrasted with his glorious honey toned skin.
Oh boy was I in trouble.
Ranger raised an eyebrow as he rolled over and gave me an " I know what you're thinking" look.
His ESP must have been working because it was couple of hours after that that we finally emerged from the bedroom and I got a good look at the rest of the apartment.
It was a converted warehouse and it took up the entire top floor. It was mostly open plan, the kitchen and living room flowed into each other. Exposed beams and the original brick walls, a long well worn dinning table with bench seats that reminded me of church pews, an eclectic mix of artworks and a bookshelf overflowing onto the floor, the largest leather couches that I had ever seen, to match the giant TV I guess. There were also a couple of sculptures and even a samurai sword in a case mounted on the wall.
In contrast to the comfortable elegance of the living space was what looked like his office. It was an ultra modern room separated by a wall of soundproof glass .It housed what I could only assume was top of the line computer equipment and other gadgets that I couldn't name.
It was comfortable, expensive, elegant and completely Ranger
Actually he owned the whole building, and the one nextdoor – I suppose we didn't have to worry about the neighbours complaining about the noise – just something to keep in mind.
'Babe?'
'yes Ranger?'
'Remember yesterday when I said I was not really back?'
I did. I just couldn't believe it had only been yesterday
'well I have to go…' I smothered the rest of his sentence with a kiss. I loved kissing the man, and I sure as hell didn't want to hear the rest of that sentence.
Ranger had other ideas, because he pulled away, holding me at arms length.
'Babe, I have a proposition for you…'
