Warning! Adult Language, Adult Content and Adult Situations! Warning!

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies… as usual. I don't own 'em and don't claim to. I am just havin' some fun. That's all.
A/N: Okay. I don't know what possessed me to write this, but the character's get a little out of character and the plot just gets crazier and crazier because essentially there is no plot. Just a fun little piece I created for a challenge and then I had to write a different piece because this got to be too long. Oh, well. I hope you enjoy!

Satisfaction Guaranteed…

My life had always been a little crazy. Some might even say it was borderline insane. To me, it had become ordinary. I expected these unorthodox things to happen to me. God and Fate sit side by side up above dreaming up ways to plot me into disaster. Each day, I exceeded their expectations, driving them to think up even crazier things for the next day.

I am Stephanie Plum. Hear me roar! Watch out world, I was a woman on a mission.

I was cruising down Hamilton, making my way to the Bond's Office, owned by my cousin Vinnie, to find some work. As of twenty minutes ago, I quit Rangeman. Handed in my notice and said my quick goodbyes before anything could be said otherwise.

Why you might ask? I might be that I was stuck in a cubicle all day long, eight hours at a time looking at a computer screen. Doing computer searches is not glamorous work. It makes your eyes bloodshot and crossed at the end of the day, and sitting in a chair gives you a permanent chair ass. You know, when your rear end spreads out wide enough to match the seat you are sitting in. Also know affectionately as the secretary spread. I am not a secretary, so no need for me to contract that type of deformity. Chair ass on me is not a pretty sight.

It could be that I was lacking the excitement of my newest psycho destroying my car, kidnapping me or threatening my body with death. It could be the fight I had with Morelli two nights ago about working in that "profession" still. He said it like I was a street hooker trying to sell my stuff at night down on Stark Street. I take offense to that. He is just mad because I am not putting out for him anymore. Hell, I don't even see him anymore. I don't see anyone. I had given up on men, until this morning. I woke up this morning in a mood, like I was ready to take on the whole world of men. Not for the rest of my life, but maybe as a one night stand sort of thing. Usually not my thing, but it was time to step out of my comfort zone. I am a grown woman. Time to enjoy some adult activity or die a dried up old maid.

But the real reason I quit Rangeman was because of the owner. The one named, Ricardo Carlos Manoso. Just a little under six feet tall, mocha colored skin and eyes like black velvet; he was a lot of women's fantasy. Women flocked to him like birds to a pond or bees to honey, either one it was the same thing. If you are doing business with him, you call him Carlos. Or if you were out on the streets, he was known as Ranger. He's a no-nonsense, don't fuck with me or I will make you suffer, badass bounty hunter. Ranger is also the CEO of a securities company that he founded. And every time I looked at him, I catch myself licking my lips like I had just found my source of water in the desert. He can be very distracting, and it had been progressively getting worse over the last few months. Every time I stared at the computer screen my mind started to wandered into uncharted territory about the things I would like to do to him when I got the chance again.

But at the risk of sounding like a pansy ass, I wouldn't allow it to happen. I had one incredible night with Ranger a couple of years ago, and it hadn't happened again. I don't know if I actually had a lot to do with that or if Ranger had decided I wasn't worth the effort. By the way he had been acting lately, I had been put on the shelf with the sign "Danger! Don't Touch!" That is the reason I quit. I couldn't work in that atmosphere with that hanging over my head. I couldn't make up my mind and Ranger wasn't about to play games with me anymore. I think we had finally drifted into Put Out or Get Out territory.

I pulled my newer silver Honda Accord in the back of the Bond's Office and swung myself out of the car. I beeped it locked as I was walking in the back door. Lula and Connie both were sitting with their feet propped up on Connie's desk. Connie was filing her nails and smacking on a wad of gum. Lula was reading out loud from the latest Cosmo.

Topic was: 100 Ways to Better Sex.

Lula was in mid sentence about how you should try a new position each time you go back to the bedroom for "a little lovin" as Lula put it.

"You know," I said. I was standing a couple of steps behind Lula. "Putting one leg behind your own head and using the other one to push off of his shoulder sounds a little complicated. Not to mention a recipe for disaster."

Lula whipped her head around. Her bright purple eye shadow out down by her fake sparkly purple eyelashes. The eye shadow made her eyes looked surprised even when she wasn't. It matched her sequined purple tube top that was three sizes too small and was stretching the laws of spandex.

"Girl!" Lula exclaimed, "Your skinny ass doesn't know shit about positions! Morelli looks like the type to keep you on your back. And we all know you ain't sleeping with that fine piece of ass known as Ranger. MMMM, MMMM, MMMM! What I wouldn't do to get my fingernails digging into his back."

"You ain't kidding!" Connie said to Lula, looking up at me. "If I worked for him, I would be plotting on how I was gonna get his clothes off. That man is a divine. Practically edible."

I had to keep my mouth from gaping open. I felt the same way, but no way was I going to voice that. These two would eat the information up like fresh gossip straight off the rumor mill. They were incorrigible even now, without knowing that.

"Whatcha doin here anyways?" Lula asked. "Get tired of all that testosterone?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"No." I said.

Connie's eyebrows shot up, "No! Get out!"

It was my turn. I raised an eyebrow in Connie's direction. "What?"

"You slept with him!" Connie squealed.

Lula shot out her chair and it tipped over onto the floor. She eyed me head to toe.

"Nah." Lula said, her eyes squinting, "Whadya do? Spill it girl!"

"I quit."

"NO!" They both exclaimed at the same time.

I nodded my head. "I did. Half an hour ago. Marched in there and quit."

Lula was shaking me. "You hafta go back!"

"Are you crazy!" Connie shouted. Her hands propping her up on the desk. She was leaned forward towards me.

"I just couldn't do it anymore!" I exclaimed. My white face giving away the pink tinge creeping into my cheeks.

Lula burst out laughing, "Oh, girl! You got it bad!"

Connie looked from Lula to me and back to Lula.

"She does, doesn't she?" Connie said in a conspirator's sort of way.

I folded my arms over my chest, "You two don't know shit. I don't got anything bad."

Connie wagged a finger in my face, "Oh, yes you do! And you know it."

Lula was shaking her head.

"You need to go out, you know? I gotta get you laid in a bad way. You got the worse case I have ever seen."

"And what's that?" I huffed.

"Spring fever." Connie said. "It happens to the best of us. Better to get it over with now, before your case progresses worse."

Lula grinned, "You might start humping any man in sight. And what good would that do ya girl? You'd be like Joyce Barnhardt with a pack of rabid dogs. And that's low. But lucky for you, I have the cure. Girl's night. Tonight."

"I'm calling everyone I know. Rangeman included." Connie said. "We are gonna wear our hair down tonight, girls. Next stop on this train, Wild Town heading into Naked Ville."

I was shaking my hands in the air signaling NO! "No, No, No. I'm fine. Really." Connie picked up the phone and I slammed my hand over hers and hung up the phone, "Don't you call Rangeman." Yeesh, I thought to myself. This could get ugly.

Connie narrowed her eyes at me.

"Don't ruin my fun, Steph! I need to go out. You think you are the only one with needs. I am gonna get one of those fine ass, firm bodied men to rock my world. Trust me, you need to do the same thing. You will thank me in the morning." And she shoved my hand off of hers, hitting the speed dial on the phone.

Lula was bouncing in the balls of her feet. Connie was talking quickly, asking for any available Rangeman employee.

"Is that Tank?" She asked in an excited whisper, "Is it Tank?" She was waving the phone over to her, "Gimme that phone." She said to Connie, yanking it out of her hands.

"Hello, you hunk of burnin love. Whatcha got for me?"

Lula laughed, "Oh, I know it. Don't I know it? I be goin out tonight. You comin?"

Lula laughed again, and it tittered into girly giggling. Funny, I didn't know Lula was capable of that kind of giggling.

"You're bad. Don't be sayin that shit to me. I might take you up on that. Hell, who am I kiddin? You got time?"

I could hear Tank's deep baritone voice booming over the receiver. Lula laughed again.

"I'll hold you to dat. You bring the rest of the crew." She paused for a moment, listening to Tank's reply. "Uh-huh. You got it. Later." And she slammed the phone down.

"Done. You can't be backin out now. A few of them were gonna gets some drinks out tonight anyway, since it's Friday."

Connie and Lula were eyeing me. I had a feeling it wasn't a good thing.

"You best be getting home, and getting ready. You ain't gonna get laid lookin like that."

I looked down at my black cargos and black tee with Rangeman printed on it.

"These are work clothes." I said. "And that's not the point. I came here to get some work. I gotta pay bills you know!"

Connie tsked. "No can do. Nothing. Nada. Not one file. Whyda think we were just sitting here on our asses reading Cosmo when you walked in? That I like being here? It's not cause working here is getting me a step closer to heaven. Not a chance. Been this way the past two weeks. You're shit out of luck for now."

"Fuck!" I breathed out in frustration. "I was hoping you would be swamped and be begging me to help out."

"No can do sista. You might as come out and get crunk tonight; sleep with some strange and start new tomorrow."

I looked at Lula like she had just spoke in a foreign language to me.

"What was that?"

"You know," Connie replied, "Get fucked up, and sleep with some random guy. You will feel much better in the morning. Then maybe Monday you can slink back to Ranger and beg for your damn job back. Maybe he will offer you a trade. I would take the trade." Connie said. She had a strange look in her eye. Lula and I traded looks. We didn't want to know.

I sighed. There was no win-win situation here. Maybe they were right. I needed something new in my life. Time to get the ball rolling.

"All right. All right. I'll go out tonight. No funny business. And if you start having orgies in the middle of the club with the Merry Men then I'm out."

Lula smiled like she was already planning it out in her head. "Oh, girl. You ain't gonna regret this. Fo'sho."

I rolled my eyes. I was sure I already regretted it.

"Alright. I am out. See ya later tonight!" I was heading back to the back door.

"I'll be at your door at ten. You better be ready." Lula yelled as I was walking out the door. I waved at her. I got the point. No chickening out or I would get pulled out by my hair.

Ranger was waiting for me on my new sofa when I walked through the door in a rush. That was all I needed. Ranger. In my apartment. It was a temptation past sinful.

"Yo." I said casually. "And to what do I owe this honor?"

"Yo, yourself." Ranger replied, standing up from the sofa and stepping in front of me. "You serious about quitting Rangeman, Babe?"

I debated on rolling my eyes and then I thought better of it. "I handed you a notice, didn't I?"

The corners of Ranger's mouth tilted upward at the edges, "Babe. Cut the shit."

I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. "Okay. I was in a mood this morning. Can you give me until Monday? Maybe by then I can sort this out."

"Sort what out?" Ranger was leaning against the kitchen counter.

Shit, I thought to myself. I shouldn't have said that. Think Steph. I told myself. Now what are you going to say. I opened my mouth to say something, and then I closed it again. I couldn't tell him that I quit because of him. That every time I get near him, I have this strong urge to throw him down on a bed and wear his ass out until he can't even remember his own name. Yeah, I thought to myself. That probably isn't appropriate to tell one's boss, even if it is Ranger.

"I'm just antsy, I guess." I said, turning around away from him. Ranger can spot me lying; it's like an embedded radar in his brain. I was searching the refrigerator for something, anything really. I was really using the cool air from the fridge to keep the color out of my cheeks. I finally grabbed a Corona and offered one to Ranger, but when I turned I realized he was standing directly behind me. The sneaky little devil that he is.

Ranger closed the refrigerator door behind me and backed me up against it.

"You know what I think?" Ranger asked me.

I was staring at his lips watching them move. His mouth was sensual, lips made for kissing. I licked my lips subconsciously.

Stop it, I told my brain. You gotta cut it out. This isn't gonna do you any good. You gotta sleep with someone else.

"What?" I squeaked. I cleared my throat, "I mean, what do you mean Ranger?"

Ranger let his fingers trail down the side of my face, tracing a path along my cheekbone. His eyes drifted from dark chocolate to black when my lips parted.

"I think," Ranger dipped his head down, his lips brushing up against my ear, "I think you need something…" He gently nipped at my earlobe, "And I know what it is."

His voice was like velvet, cloaking my body and covering me with desire. I was seconds from becoming a puddle on the floor. Ranger continued to work his way down my throat, one hand threaded into my hair and the other on my hip holding me against his length.

"Are you sure about that?" I breathed out. It came out in a rush, partly a moan.

I could feel him smile against the underneath of my chin. For an answer his lips settled on mine. He nipped at my bottom lip and slid his tongue across it. When I moaned, he slid his tongue deep into my mouth, mocking the motion that his lower body was grinding into mine. I was working my way to sliding my hands underneath his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against my hands, when Ranger pulled away from me.

"Think about it and let me know." He told me with one last kiss and he walked out the door.

I stood leaning up against the refrigerator for the longest time, not comprehending what had just happened. He got me all hot and flustered and walked out. My jaw was gaping open, unhinged from my face. What a bastard! It showed me just how bad I wanted him and how deep I had let it go. Lula and Connie were right. I needed to get laid bad and in the worst way. And I had to do it tonight. So I didn't have the chance to have that sort of confrontation with Ranger again. Ranger doesn't play nice or fair. And that certainly was about as unfair as it gets. I needed a cold shower, and I was going to deny myself the shower massager. I wanted to give it as good as I got it tonight. I would show him. I couldn't wait to waltz into my cubicle on Monday morning with the satisfactory smile spread across my face. It would serve his ass right.

I had changed outfit twenty damn times. Nothing I tried on looked good. What has happened to me! I hadn't done a distraction job in so long, I have forgotten how to look slutty!

When I answered the doorbell to Lula, I was in a state. I was wearing low slung dark blasted jeans with a flared leg, paired with a low cut black halter top. My godforsaken curly hair was piled up on top of my head and looked more like a messy up-do, then the sexy sex kitten I was going for. I had my FMP's on. This was my last outfit. I was not changing.

Lula gave me a look up and down. "You'll do."

Lula was wearing a hot pink jumpsuit, with a chrome chain belt slung around her hips. She was color coordinated from head to toe. Lula weaved her way into the apartment. I tromped back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. I needed another coat of eyeliner and mascara. I coated myself up and lined my lips with cherry red. I smacked them together in the mirror. I wasn't perfect but it would have to do.

I shot a look to Lula when I came out of the bedroom. "Let's go."

"We are takin a cab." Lula said to me. "I plan on gettin' fucked up and goin' home with someone else anyway. Just saves me a hassle in da mornin'."

I locked up the apartment more out of habit than anything else. Everyone and their brother can jimmy themselves into my apartment, but me.

Lula had a cab waiting on us in the parking lot. We slid in and Lula gave the directions to the club. It was a new club called Generic. The clubs was some ways away from my apartment, down off of Route 1.

"What's the deal?" I asked Lula.

She shrugged her shoulders. "This is the spot."

I rolled my eyes. "What's the deal with the spot? "

"This way you can hook up with someone and they might not know you from the funeral home burnin'. Plus tonight it will be off the chain."

"Been there yet?"

"Nope, girlfriend. This club is a virgin as far as I am concerned. Never experienced Lula yet. I'm 'bout to break it out tho'."

I shook my head with a smile. We may never be allowed back after tonight if Lula gets her way. I thought to myself.

The cab driver had the radio on a station playing hip-hop and Lula was dancing in the seat beside me. Lula's cell phone rang as we neared the exit for the club.

"'Sup." Lula chimed.

"No, suga'. We almost there. I'll blow ya up when we are standin' in line."

Lula was nodding her head. "Uh-huh. Later."

I looked at her expectably, waiting for her to tell me what that was about. When she didn't say anything.

"Who was that?"

Lula gave a smile, "That hunk of burnin love. God damn he is fine."

Tank.

"He says the place is full. Place is full with off duty cops."

I raised an eyebrow at Lula. She usually isn't cool with cops.

"You okay with that?"

"Nah. Don'tcha worry about me none. I'll be cool."

The cab driver pulled up to the outside of the club. I thumbed through some bills and handed them to the driver. "Keep it." I told him and slid out of the car.

Lula was fluffing herself, looking around for Connie. I spied Connie standing in line, close to the front. She waved us over when she noticed us. Connie was wearing a short black dress that looked painted on and left little to the imagination. Lula was whipping out the cell phone.

"Yo." She said, "We be out here. See ya in five." And she disconnected.

"You got something going on with Tank?" I asked her.

"Nope." Lula said to me with a smile, "But I plan on it after tonight. I'm gonna rock his fuckin' world."

Connie and I looked at each other before laughing. Lula could rock anyone's world, but she had been working on Tank for almost a year now.

It came up for our turn to go in. The bouncer took one look at me and a smile spread across his face. Shit! He recognized me. How the hell can people do that!

"Hey Ian!" The bouncer shouted to his buddy, "Look who it is!"

"Shhhhh!" I said to him. "I'm trying to have a good time tonight. I would like for no one to know."

Lula stepped in front of me, standing toe to toe with the bouncer, "You gotta a problem with my girl?"

The bouncer smiled down at Lula. "Hell no. She's famous. I can't wait to see what happens tonight. You guys are free tonight. On the house."

Connie looked at me with one eyebrow raised, "If that's the case, I am taking you every where I go."

Lula looked back at me like a proud momma cat. "Girl… shit. We gonna have us a time tonight."

We were working our way through the bouncers into the club. Lula wasn't kidding when she said it was packed. It was wall to wall tight. They had to be close to max capacity tonight. The DJ was playing a mix of hip-hop and pop. On the dance floor the people were crunched together, making it one massive grinding fest. I spotted Bobby out on the floor, on the edge, dancing with a couple of girls. Which meant that the Merry Men were in house tonight. Lula was standing on her tippy toes looking around for Tank. She was whipping out her cell phone, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around and faced a massive chest that only could belong to Tank. I tipped my head all the way back and gave a friendly smile. "What's up?"

I tapped Lula on the shoulder, and she swung around. She pursed her lips, giving her head a little shake, "Damn. Lookin' as fine as ever. Turn around and let me see that fine ass of yours."

I gave Connie a look and she grabbed a hold of my hand, looking from Tank to Lula. "We are gonna go get a drink and leave you two alone."

I don't think they cared what we did. Tank was bent down towards Lula's head so that he could hear her over the music and she was leaned into him. I was almost tempted to bet Connie that those two wouldn't last until closing before they would be out. Connie pushed her way to the bar and squeezed between two guys at the bar. Connie checked them both out and made a hand squeezing gesture to the ass of the guy on her right. I shook my head at her. These two were nuts.

"Get me a beer." I shouted to Connie.

The guy on the left of Connie turned away from the bar and locked eyes with me. He was kind of cute, with that fresh out of college look, blond hair and green eyes. He gave me a look and smiled. I returned the smile. Maybe the night wasn't going to be so bad after all. That was I thought that until his girlfriend came up on the other side of him and gave me the death glare. I shrugged my shoulders and took the beer from Connie. She was drinking some sweet drink that was blue.

"What's that?" I asked her.

"A Blue Hawaiian." She replied. "It taste like kool-aid. Wanna try it?"

I shook my head and took a long pull off my beer. Things that taste like kool-aid usually end up getting you the drunkest and have you worshiping the porcelain god at after hours parties and embarrassing yourself until you pass out.

Lula and Tank were slow grinding to a slower hip-hop song. Junior, Hal and Woody were making their way up to the bar. Junior caught my eye and smiled.

"We heard you were gonna be out tonight." Junior said to me. He was leaning down talking in my ear so that I could hear him.

I laughed, "Big gossip around the office, huh?"

Connie was eyeing Woody, up and down. I looked over at her and she looked at me, and smiled.

"You wanna dance?" I heard Connie ask Woody. He didn't reply to her, but took her free hand. She shot me a look over her shoulder and mouthed, "Good luck!"

"Heard you quit." Hal said to me. He was drinking a beer and had another one in his hand as a reserve.

Junior was still standing close to me, "How come? You tired of us?"

I smiled. "Nope. I just don't have the excitement that I want. I crave that homicidal maniac sort of attention that I have been missing."

They both laughed.

"No. I'm ready to be back out on the field."

Junior shrugged his shoulders. Hal was talking to a girl sitting on a bar stool nursing a beer by herself. I swung my eyes back up to Junior.

"You here by yourself?" Junior asked.

I rolled my eyes, "You saw me with Connie. Lula is out there." I pointed out on the dance floor where she had her hand. "Dancing with Tank."

Junior laughed. We both watched the pair of them for a few minutes, "You mean slow fucking on the dance floor, don'tcha?"

I laughed. He was right. I took the last pull from me beer and leaned over Junior to the bar.

"You want somethin'." I pointed at my beer.

He smiled at me. "How 'bout you?"

I shook my head at him, "Nut-uh. I'm not on the menu for you. At least not tonight."

That got me thinking about Ranger, and I didn't want to think about him tonight. Tonight was for me and I was going to ignore any thoughts of him.

I grabbed my beer of the bar and left a tip. I nodded at Junior.

"Let's dance." I grabbed a hold of his hand with my free one and pulled us out there. I had been a while since I had been out, especially dancing and drinking. I felt like a college student again. The tempo of the song was pretty upbeat and Junior and I were having a good time. We weren't grinding against each other, but I was dancing on him. Connie was on the opposite side of the floor towards the middle, practically humping Woody on the dance floor, not that anyone would notice consider the amount of people doing just that. I had finished my beer three songs ago, and I was damp with sweat. All these people had shot the room temperature into the hot as hell category. I leaned up against Junior, putting my hands on his chest to keep myself from falling over.

"I need another beer!" I shouted to him.

Junior smiled down at me and grabbed my hand, leading me off the dance floor. We wound our way up to the bar and Junior ordered me another and a bottle of water for himself.

"You're not drinking?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Sober chauffeur tonight. Tank drove himself. I knew he had ulterior motives for doing that. I can see why now."

I followed his eyes to Tank and Lula, who were not making out on the dance floor, but what they were doing could be considered illegal in some states.

"Who all is here?" I asked innocently. I knew Ranger wasn't. He didn't come out on these little get togethers. Junior handed me my beer and he took a drink of his water.

"Well," Junior said to me. He was back to leaning down whispering in my ear, "you seen Hal, Woody and Tank. Ram, Vince and Cal are here somewhere. I drove the rest of us, but most of the time everyone ends up going home with someone else at the end of the night."

I burst out laughing, "You're kidding, right?"

Junior looked at my face and smiled, "Nope, bright eyes. I'm not. These kids are a wild bunch. I can't keep control of them."

I gave him a ruefully look, "I know better than to believe that. You are right up there with them. You are just bummed cause you aren't drinkin' tonight."

He squeezed my arm affectionately, "You're right. But don't tell anyone I said so."

I could really find myself liking Junior if it wasn't for the pesky attraction to Ranger hanging in the way. Something must have changed in my eyes, because Junior leaned back down to my ear. He brought a finger underneath my chin and tipped my head back.

"Listen, I know you gotta thing for Ranger. We all know." I started to interrupt him, but he shook his head, "I'm not blind, bright eyes. I can see it. But I am not gonna get involved in whatever you two got going on."

I lowered my head and bit my lip. It was a sad day when everyone in the world knew your business but the two people involved. I looked back up into his eyes and frowned.

"I just don't wanna lead you on, Junior. If it wasn't for that, I could really dig you. You know?"

Junior smiled at me and kissed my forehead, "I could really dig you too, bright eyes; but that isn't the point. Even though Ranger hasn't said anything, we all know that you two have something and I'm not gonna tread on that."

I smiled up at him. "Friends?"

"Agreed. But I get the first shot when Ranger fucks up. Deal?"

I laughed. I knew Ranger was never going to act on what I wanted him to, but no need to be bitter about it. I knew that in the beginning.

"You got yourself a deal. Although, I don't know if you could handle me. I am quite the handful."

Junior gave a full bodied laugh, "You are something else, that's for sure. Let's go back out and dance. I'm planning on taking advantage of you while I can."

I laughed as I took his hand. I felt carefree and was actually having a really good time.

Junior guided us back out to the floor and it was a slower song, so we slow danced. I giggled like a little schoolgirl and flirted back with him. I had meant what I said. I really liked Junior and if it weren't for his boss, I would give us a shot at getting together. But what is done is done. Can't change the past and as much as I wanted to get laid, I wouldn't do that to Junior. I would be just using him. I would be just using any guy at this point as a substitute for Ranger. And Junior deserved much better than that, hell most guys deserved better than that.

We continued to dance even after the slow song and I had finished my third beer. I was buzzed and completely happy. We had been dancing forever, my curls were damp with sweat and my halter top was clinging to my breasts, the sweat pooling between them. When we first started off on the dance floor we were towards the outer edge and now we had been moved to the middle. I was in the middle of grinding on Junior when I felt a hand on my elbow. I turned around and was met with Connie's look of ecstasy.

"What's up?" I asked her.

She pulled me down to her, so that she could whisper in my ear, "I'm out. Going home with Woody. Tell Lula not to worry about me, but I doubt she remembers that any of us are here. Have you been watching them? Like teenager's, practically having sex on the dance floor. See ya Monday, and you better be spillin' the details." Connie leaned away from me and eyed Junior up and down.

"See ya." Connie said to Junior. Junior nodded in her direction.

Junior grabbed a hold of my elbow and pulled me closer to him, "Who is she off with?"

I gave a feline grin, "I bet you could guess, and then I wouldn't hafta tell you."

"That would be too easy. What are you gonna give me if I get it right?"

I laughed; it was more of a snort. "You'll be lucky that I didn't kick your ass."

"Okay, okay. I get it. I know. I was just yankin' your chain."

The DJ came over the loud speaker announcing that it was the last song before closing time.

"I better go find Lula and tell her that Connie has left."

Junior nodded his head, "You need a ride?"

I shook my head. No way was I getting in an Explorer full of drunken men from Rangeman. I would never live that down. "Nah. I'll be okay. I'll take a cab back."

I turned to walk away, and Junior grabbed a hold of my wrist, "I had a good time, bright eyes. See you on Monday?"

I smiled wistfully and leaned up to kiss him chastely on the lips. "You made tonight great. I'll never forget it." I squeezed his hand and took off on the mission to find Lula. People were filtering out of the club and I could see Lula standing on the bar, hand over her eyes searching the club. I waved at her and caught her eye. She tapped Tank on head and pointed in my direction. I started weaving my way through the people, making it over to them. Tank slid his hands underneath Lula's arms and helped her off the bar. She looked completely smitten with him.

"Hey!" I said. "You two leavin'?"

"Yep. He's been peepin me all night. So we're gonna roll out. Need a ride?" She gave Tank a look.

"Nope. I'm good. I'm just gonna head out and catch a cab."

Tank grabbed a hold of my wrist as I was walking by, "You sure? It ain't no trouble."

I gave a smile and shook my head, "I'm sure. Have a good time." I turned back to Lula. "See ya tomorrow."

I gave another smile and moved on, following the crowd outside. In the time we had been inside, the clouds had drifted in and it was drizzling cold rain. I was trying to stand on my tip-toes to see if I could catch one of the cabs already waiting outside. The longer I stood in the crowd, the harder the rain began to fall. By the time I pushed my way to the front of the pack, all of the cabs were taken and gone. I gave a frustrated sigh. Fuck, what was I going to do now. I thought to myself. The people were filtering away from the club now, most people had got in their cars and left. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and flipped it open to call 411, when I felt a hand graze my lower back and settle.

"What the fu…" I turned and looked into the eyes of Ranger, grinning.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him

"Finding you."

I just stared at him. After what he did to me earlier in the apartment, I should kick him in the shin.

"Who said I needed you to find me. Maybe I am waiting on someone?"

"Babe." Ranger said to me, he eyes staring into mine. "You've been standing here for five minutes. Any guy that would leave you alone on the curb isn't worth going home with."

Ranger was trying to guide me to the Porsche, but I dug my heels into the concrete determined not to move another inch.

"Like you leaving me earlier in the apartment? Would that be an example of someone not to go home with?" I blurted out. I instantly covered my mouth. Damn impulsiveness.

Ranger raised an eyebrow at me, "Babe."

I narrowed my eyes, "Don't you dare think it. It is not the same."

Ranger did something I didn't expect. He laughed. Not a small chuckle or just a fraction of a smile, but a full out laugh, like the situation was funny. I spun away from him and started walking in the opposite direction. Ranger caught up to me with two steps and took a hold of my elbow.

"Babe. Come on. I will take you home."

I whipped around on Ranger and pointed a finger at him.

"Fuck you, Ranger." I hissed under my breath. I noticed the few people still standing outside were watching us carefully.

He took a hold of the hand in his face and hauled me up against him, crushing his lips down onto mine for one brief second, quickly causing all my anger to subside and the lust to return in full force.

"You're pushing the limit." Ranger told me. "Get in the car."

By this point, I was soaked to the bone and shivering cold.

"You gonna make me strip to get in the car?"

Ranger shot me a look as he took me back to the Porsche. He opened the door for me and I gingerly climbed in. I started to feel back about sitting on the leather seats with soaked clothes dripping water all over the place. But then I reminded myself that I was suppose to be mad at him, and made sure to sink a little bit deeper into the seat after that. Ranger got in, looking over at me.

"Oh," I said tilting my head over to look him in the eyes, "Don't mind me. I am just along for the ride."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but restrained himself at the last minute, so I turned my head to look out the passenger side window. The ride wasn't too long back to my apartment just a little under thirty minutes. When Ranger pulled into the back parking lot, he shut the engine off and got out. I was already out of the Porsche by the time he swung his fine ass around to my side. I was breathless at the sight of him, my throat closing up and the panting beginning.

Ranger leaned against the fender of the Porsche, waiting for me to speak. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

"I-uh… I think I will be fine. You don't need to come up. Thanks for the ride home." If Ranger came up to the apartment, I would be a goner.

"Listen, I won't stay unless you ask."

Shit, I thought to myself. I noticed he didn't mention that he wouldn't try to persuade me into asking him to stay. I walked past him.

"Well… then. Let's get this over with so I can get to bed." Mentally I slapped myself on the forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid, why did I say that? I heard Ranger chuckle behind me. Like sexual frustration is a funny subject to him. I was starting to think I was losing my mind from it. Damnit, why couldn't I have found someone tonight that I could have hooked up with and forgot about the next day. I am too damn nice for my own good.

We walked up the stairs silently. Made our way down the hall, and Ranger waited for me to put my key in the lock and unlock my front door, instead of just slipping underneath the door like smoke. Ranger moved past me and went into each room flipping on the lights and checking around. When the coast was clear from the boogeyman or whoever might have come to visit, Ranger met me out in the kitchen. He was checking me out. I could tell because everywhere his eyes went my skin got hot and caused the rest of me to get goosebumps. My nipples puckered into hard little pencil points against the fabric. I turned away from him.

"Do you want a Corona?" I asked. "Cause I definitely need one."

I could hear Ranger moving in behind me, like he had done earlier in the day. I held onto the refrigerator door and reached in for a beer.

"No. And I don't think that is what you want either." He let his finger trace down my spine, sliding the soaked fabric of the halter top up my back. I shivered against his touch. I wanted him so bad, I just didn't think it was a good idea, but I could definitely be talked into it being a good idea. Fairly easily, I thought to myself.

I leaned up slowly, and Ranger turned me around so that I was facing him, pushing me up against the counter beside the refrigerator this time. He tucked a stray wet curl back behind my ear and took the Corona away from me sitting it down on the counter beside us.

"Remember this afternoon?"

I raised an eyebrow. Like I could forget. It only made matters worse for me.

"Yeah. What about it? Feel like having a rematch?" I quipped.

Ranger's eyes got soft and warm, and burned into my with an intensity of desire I could only feel with him. I immediately got warm in places that had been demanding a lot of attention lately without any available. I felt myself push up on him ever so slightly and his body reacted to me instantly.

"I take that as a yes." I said softly as I watched his mouth descend onto mine. But he stopped just inches away.

"You want this?" He whispered on my lips.

I didn't just want it. I needed it, bad. "Yes." I murmured. "No regrets."

I brought my lips up to meet his, and I slid my hands into his hair. I didn't want him getting away from me this time. He needed to finish what he started. I touched my tongue to his bottom lip and I heard him groan. In my mind, I smiled. Payback. His tongue darted out to take over and I gladly let him. I was puddle of desire mush, leaning completely against him, allowing his lower body to grinding into mine. Every one of my nerve endings was on fire, sending little shocks flooding down south. I was definitely ready. I didn't need much to get me going after earlier.

Ranger slipped an arm around my waist and picked me up, sliding me up onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto him, keeping him as close to me as we could get with out clothes still on. He quickly relieved me of my halter top, leaving my upper body bare. I got busy sliding my hands underneath the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it upward until Ranger pulled it off himself. His mouth immediately found mine once again. He kissed me like he just couldn't get enough of me, like he was dying and I was his only source of survival. He took his mouth away, and slid his tongue down my jawbone to my neck where he began to caress the area with his tongue and lips. I had a firm grip of his hair, keeping his mouth to my neck, in case he felt the need to pull away. I was past the point of no return, and I couldn't deny myself this now that I had come this far. As if Ranger was reading my mind, he murmured in my ear.

"Hold on tight." And he slid me off the counter and carried me back into the bedroom.

Several hours later, after the fury of desire and lust had passed for the time being, I laid contently underneath the covers waiting for my heart to stop pounding like a herd of bulls running down the street and for my breathing to go back to normal. Ranger had the sheet draped precariously low on his hips, just barely covering up the main object of my current fascination. I couldn't even think of any words to describe that. Actually, I was so out of it, I couldn't speak. Ranger had his eyes closed and looked rather peacefully considering he should have nothing left in him. He reached an arm out to me, gathering me close to him.

"I saw the way you have been looking at me lately, Babe. You looked as though if you got me alone you would devour me whole. Want to explain?"

I was silent. How do you really explain this? I smiled a slow satisfied smile.

"Spring fever… I caught Spring Fever. I just couldn't help myself. Every time I got near you I wanted to drool or throw you up against the wall and have my way with you."

I could feel Ranger smiling. He kissed the top of my head and shifted me so I was hugging up against his side.

"You ready for another round?"

I laughed. Oh, he had no idea. I was nowhere near to being finished with him. If I was going to sign my eternal soul away for sleeping with him, I might as well get my night's worth.

I kissed his chest, letting my tongue touch the skin lightly like a feather. I smiled knowingly when he stirred against me.

"Do you come with a guarantee? Satisfaction or you keep going?"

He turned into me. "Are you challenging me?"

I laughed and pressed my lips to his, pulling him over me. "Do you accept?"

"Consider this your Satisfaction Guaranteed promise."

The End...