And now we continue with the adventures of Stephanie and Diesel!
Mary Lyon: HAHAHA! That made my day. Seriously.
Sasha: Yup! And no one died!
Sue: Be a good girl. No stealing Diesel. He's chained to my bed right now. As he should be.
We both needed showers and new clothes before we went anywhere. I hopped into the shower first and sighed as I used my stolen Bulgari shower gel. I wasn't going to even contemplate my complicated relationship with Ranger right now. Not that I thought a relationship with Diesel would be any less complicated.
I finished the shower and dried off, switching with Diesel. "Wear something sexy." Diesel's statement scared me a little. I didn't know if I wanted to go somewhere that I needed to dress 'sexy' for. I did as I was told though; slipping on some dark rinse skinny jeans and pulling on black knee high stiletto boots. I put on a dark purple tunic that had a low plunging crystal neckline over a VS pushup bra.
Diesel stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and we looked each other up and down. He grinned and ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up in spikes. I licked my lips and Diesel his grin widened to include those damn dimples. I was beginning to wish I had used the shower massager while I was in there.
I went into the bathroom and put some gunk in my hair and blasted it with the dryer and a large round brush until it screamed sex bomb and then layered on some mascara and lip gloss. "Holy hell Steph, you look good."
I grinned at Diesel and grabbed my handbag, checking to make sure I had my gun, stun gun, cuffs and mace. "Steph we're going on a date not a take down."
"I like to be prepared." I said with a shrug. "Look, my life is a little hectic, but I haven't been kidnapped in a while and I'd like to keep up the trend."
Diesel looked like he might start laughing. "You think I'd let you get kidnapped?"
"Last time you were here I got kidnapped by the same guy twice!" I reminded him.
"Oh yeah. But that's cause I left, I don't plan on leaving you alone tonight," he said with a grin.
"That's okay. Just in case. Where are we going?" I asked. I watched as Diesel pulled on some tight jeans, minus underwear and then shrugged into a stripped button down Abercrombie shirt that was remarkably unwrinkled despite having been shoved in his bag. He put on some shoes and grabbed his leather jacket.
"We're going to my favorite place," he said with a grin.
I raised an eyebrow, "your favorite place is in Jersey?"
"Not even a little. Hold on tight." Diesel grabbed my hand and I forgot to close my eyes. Everything went black and I felt the same sensation of being two places at once and then we were suddenly in a hotel room.
"I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to just pop into hotel rooms." I told Diesel and went to look out the window. I smiled, we were in Vegas.
"I came and checked us in while you were in the shower. We're in the Mandalay Bay. Let's go gamble."
"That's your idea of a hot date? Gambling?"
"I'll give you money."
"Let's go!" I grabbed Diesels hand and hauled him out of the room. He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the elevator.
"I thought you couldn't gamble anymore because of your special skills?" I asked.
"I didn't gamble much here, not enough to get noticed, and it's been a long time since I was here anyway." The elevator doors opened and I knew the look on my face would probably scare anyone who looked at me. I was a kid in a candy store.
"Can we play 21?" I asked Diesel.
He steered me in a different direction from the one I'd been going in, "Yep. Have you ever played before?"
"Nope." Diesel rolled his eyes and found us a table. Diesel had me sit down and then handed the dealer an impressive stack of bills. We got a bunch of chips back and Diesel organized them in front of me. He taught be how to play and then joined the game himself. After a few hands Diesel and the dealer were laughing and Diesel seemed to be winning big while I was just managing to keep afloat. "Hon maybe we should go play the slot machines?"
"Why? I'm not doing that bad," I said defensively.
"Steph each one of those chips you just lost was $100."
"Eughhh" I said. Diesel gave me a 'what the fuck' look and cashed in his chips.
"It's okay darlin', it was only a few thousand. I bet you'll do better on the slots." We found some cool looking machines and sat down. Mine was some game bases on milking cows. Diesel fed the machine a few hundreds and I pushed max bet. Diesel was right, I was better at the slot machines. I mindlessly pushed the bet button until Diesel nudged me. "I'm back."
I looked up, "You were gone?"
Diesel looked bewildered, "Yeah I told you twenty minutes ago I was going to go make us a reservation for dinner." He paused and looked at me, "you seriously didn't realize I was gone?"
"Nope. Where are we going for dinner?"
"Nobu at the Hard Rock."
"Oooh that's one of the places famous people eat in Hollywood!"
"I just wanted sushi," Diesel said with a grin. I pushed the payout button and got my ticket.
"Hey how much did you put in here?"
"$200."
"Wow, I won $455!" I did a happy dance and Diesel grinned bigger, showing me the sexy dimples. I imagined Diesel was just the dimples on.
"We can skip dinner."
"I'm hungry, let's go." Diesel led the way because, let's face it, I had no idea where I was or how to even get out of the casino. We walked down the strip and I oohed and aahed. We got to the restaurant and we were seated right away in a nice private corner. Diesel sat on the same side as me and then ordered us a bottle of champagne. I looked at the drink list and realized the cheapest bottle was $95. Holy shit.
"It's a date Steph just have fun, let me worry about the money."
"Alright." I started looking through the menu and chewing on my lip. It wasn't exactly my type of food. I didn't do raw fish.
"Why don't you let me order? I promise you'll like what I get." I eyed Diesel wearily but nodded. If I hated it we could always get McDonalds on the way back. "That's the spirit Steph!" Our waitress brought us our champagne and Diesel ordered. In Japanese.
She left and I looked at Diesel, "you speak Japanese?"
He put his arm around my shoulder and handed me a glass of champagne, "enough to order, not much more."
I took a sip of the champagne and almost moaned, it was delicious. "Well you know how to order champagne, I'll give you that."
"Steph I know how to do a lot of things." He voice was deep and low and it lacked his usual surfer boy inflection. I shivered and leaned into him.
"How long are you going to be here for Diesel?" I asked and took another sip of champagne.
Diesel refilled my glass. "A week of vacation but I was thinking of moving my home base to Trenton."
"Why? Where are you 'based' from now?"
"Colorado and why not? It's as good a place as any. I could see you more," he said nonchalantly.
I let a small smile escape, "that would be nice."
"Well I wouldn't want you to have to go to Ranger for a booty call."
"So you don't want me to see Ranger?" I wasn't sure what I wanted the answer to be. If he said he didn't care then…well then he didn't care. If he did care then I had no idea what that meant either.
"It's not really any of my business I guess." He drank some more champagne and asked the waitress for another bottle when she brought our salads.
I bit my lip, I wanted to figure out what Diesel wanted us to be, but I didn't want to press him.
"Right now? I want to be friends with benefits, with an option of more," Diesel said. I didn't know what to say to that. Friends with benefits was tricky territory. "It's not that tricky. We can just do what we want to, not worry about labels." Well when he put it that way it didn't sound as tricky.
I finished my salad and drank another glass of champagne. We went through another bottle before our meal got to the table. I grinned at Diesel as the waitress sat down my plate, it was a huge steak.
"Kobe beef. Best you'll ever eat."
I took a bite and moaned. "Oh god Diesel."
"Right words, wrong context. We'll fix that later," Diesel said and wiggled his eyebrows at me. Cripes I was suddenly wet.
I shook my head to clear it and ate my steak. I was starting to feel really nice and warm from the champagne. "Hey! We should go swimming and then gamble some more," I suggested.
"Or we could go up to the room and order dessert." His voice was back to the low husky tone.
"Okay. That sounds good too." I started to get up but Diesel pulled me down.
"Gotta pay first chicka." The waitress finally brought us the bill and Diesel slipped several hundred-dollar bills into the folder and gave it back to her. We slide out of the booth and Diesel had to hold me up.
"Oops. I think you got me drunk Diesel." Diesel and I together was seeming like a better idea with every step I took.
"How are you such a lightweight?" He asked as he walked me out.
"I dunno. It's a gift. Oh look at that cute wedding chapel!"
Whooo! I wonder what is going to happen next...Any ideas? ;) Review pls!