Chapter four Undercover
Stephanie exited the bathroom wearing a pair of boots that came up to her knees. With a skirt covering those boots and a tight-fitting red shirt.
"Your turn," Stephanie said.
"Right." Tank peeked into the bathroom. "Just checking," he walked in and shut the door.
A few minutes later, Tank exited the bathroom wearing black slacks, a white shirt and a navy blazer. He walked up to Stephanie. "I can definitely see why Ranger and Morelli are so protective over you," Tank said. Tank thought Stephanie looked hot in her new outfit.
"I just want to say for the record, that you look really good," Tank moved up to her. He bent his head down and gave her another passionate kiss. The two looked at each other, and then Stephanie said, breathlessly,
"I am just letting you know Morelli and I broke up two months ago, this time permanently," Stephanie sadly stated. "Ranger and I, well, he does not want anything serious. To him, I am his property. But for now, I want to enjoy New York City. Can you help me with that?"
"You got it," Tank replied as they looked at each other. Tank could see the fire in Steph's eyes the fire for him. "I think we better catch that show"
"Yeah, let's go" Stephanie told him. They exited their hotel room, taking the elevator to the main lobby. Tank noticed a man standing to the left of the concierge desk.
He protectively put his arm around Stephanie's waist. "We are being watched," he whispered in her ear.
"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Sanders, called the desk and said that he would pay for a rental car for you. Here are the keys," the clerk at the desk said.
"Thanks," Tank replied. He turned to Stephanie to add, "Well, Mrs. Thompson, let's go enjoy the show."
They went outside to see which car got rented for them. Tank hit the fob and saw a black Porsche's lights flash. "Crap," Tank said.
"Let me drive," Stephanie said, trying to take the keys from Tank
"No." He held the keys above his head and opened the passenger side door. Stephanie got in the passenger seat and pouted.
Smiling, Tank squeezed into the driver's seat. He pulled away from the curb to drive towards the theatre where Cats were showing.
About fifteen minutes later, they arrived in front of the theatre where Cats was playing. He gave the keys to the valet and accepted his ticket. Tank approached the ticket booth to buy two tickets.
Stephanie smiled as she entered the large theatre. Tank gave his tickets to the usher, who guided them to the balcony seats. Stephanie giggled when she watched the actors enter the stage wearing cat costumes. They watched and enjoyed the musical. After the show ended, Stephanie's stomach growled.
"Okay, let's get some dinner," Tank said. He waited outside the theatre with his valet ticket. Before Tank could hand the valet his ticket for the car, they saw a nice little restaurant across the street. "Perfect," Tank said.
They carefully crossed the busy street to enter the restaurant. Tank once again put his strong arms around her waist. "Still there," he whispered when he kissed Stephanie's curls.
A few minutes later, the hostess led them to a table as she gave them a menu. It didn't take Stephanie long to select what she wanted to eat
They placed their orders and talked after the waiter left. Tank would glance up once in a while, noticing the guy following them was also watching.
The waiter poured red wine for both Tank and Stephanie. They ate their meal, Tank having baked bass with a baked potato and mixed vegs. Stephanie had baked chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn.
After eating their dinner, they crossed the road to hand the valet their ticket for the car. They got in the Porsche, and Tank drove to the hotel. They entered the hotel and quickly went to their room.
Stephanie looked out the window, pulled aside the drawn curtains and saw the car parked outside their room. Tank came up to her and put his arm around her waist. They both noticed the car tracking them. It was the one that followed them throughout the evening.
Tank kissed Stephanie on the side of her neck. She turned around, and then Tank kissed her passionately on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and put her on the bed. She got his shirt off, and he pulled her shirt off of her. He then got her skirt, and she pulled her boots off. He looked at her. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," Stephanie said. He took off his slacks and boxers, instantly getting hard when he looked at her naked body.
He entered her slowly at first, then felt himself get impossibly harder. Stephanie followed his every move, matching him thrust for thrust. They fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.