Chapter three Tank and Stephanie's undercover story
Stephanie and Tank were quiet. They looked each other up and down, trying to feel each other out.
The phone rang again. "Yeah, we landed. You are free to move around the cabin," the pilot announced. Tank got up and held out his hand, and Stephanie took it.
"Remember, Stephanie, we are Jake and Tiffany Thompson," Tank whispered. She nodded, unable to get her throat to work. Tank looked hot.
They walked off the jet and saw a stretch limo waiting for them. Tank saw and approached the limo driver.
"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I got hired to drive you to your hotel. Mr. Sanders booked you two a room at the Ritz," the driver said while looking Stephanie up and down.
"All right, now when are we going to be able to talk to Mr. Sanders?" Tank asked, getting the man to concentrate on him. Stephanie touched Tank's arm, silently thanking him for his help.
"He will call you," the chauffeur told Tank.
Stephanie took Tank's hand. "Jake, any chance we could go out and catch a musical or something?" she asked, testing out his undercover name.
"Yeah, let's get to the hotel first, and then we can see what is showing," Tank said as he looked into her eyes.
About twenty minutes later, the limo pulled up to the Ritz Carlton, "Wow," was all Stephanie said.
Tank got out of the limo, pulling Stephanie out behind him. He wrapped one of his strong arms around her waist. "You okay?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
"Oh, yeah," she answered as she turned to face Tank. He took advantage of her closeness to lean down and kiss her lips lightly.
After the kiss, they looked at each other for a couple of minutes. Tank noticed that the bellhop was taking the luggage. "Let's go get checked in," Tank said, breaking their intimate connection.
They held hands as they walked into the Ritz hotel. "Jake and Tiffany Thompson, here to check in," Tank said as he approached the clerk at the counter.
"Right, here is your key card, room 218." Tank silently took the key and guided Stephanie to the elevator.
They entered the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. When they arrived at their room, Tank unlocked the door, and Stephanie entered first.
Tank watched the bellhop remove their luggage from the cart and gave him a fifty-dollar time.
"Thanks," the bellhop said, leaving with a huge smile.
Tank walked in and noticed the couch and the table. Then a few feet away, he saw the king-size bed. Stephanie went to the window and pulled back the curtains.
"Wow, this is amazing," she said. Tank opened a bag and put a finger to his mouth. He took out a portable scanner and used it to check for bugs.
"Clear," Tank announced.
"This place is amazing," Stephanie said. Tank shook his head. "Now about that show?" Stephanie said as she walked up to Tank.
"All right, let's see what is showing." Tank found a brochure of the musicals that were playing.
"Okay, the choices are Cats or Grease," Tank said after dismissing the other options.
"Cats," they both said and started to laugh. Before Tank could organize the show, the phone rang.
"Damn," Tank grumbled. "Hello."
"Mr. Thompson, This is Mr. Sanders. I want to meet you and your wife tomorrow at 11 am inside the hotel restaurant."
"We will see you tomorrow, Mr. Sanders," Tank agreed, then ended the call.
"Tomorrow, we meet Mr. Sanders. But tonight, we can have some fun," Tank said.
"Does that mean I can get out of the damn heels?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah, let's get changed," Tank replied.
Stephanie opened her bag and got her skirt and tight-fitting shirt. "Hey, can you help me and undo this zipper on this dress?" Stephanie asked. Stephanie had no problems unzipping her dress. She just wanted Tank to help.
He undid the zipper, noticing how soft her skin was as he inched the zipper down.
"Thanks," Stephanie said as she walked into the bathroom "Guess what? There is a high ceiling even you won't be able to bump your head on this ceiling."
"Good to know," Tank said, shaking his head at her joke.