A/N: this has been coming for a while and I wanted to get it out of the way before I got started on another plotline for this particular series. There'll be one more 'ouch!' chapter after this and then Mac's going to have his hands full with the upper class who do not want to cooperate with a murder investigation. Stay tuned.

Chapter 21

Randi had a problem and it was a big problem as far as she was concerned. She wanted Mac in the worst way and the darn man wasn't cooperating. Sure, he was sleeping over at her place more often these days, but aside from his kisses, he didn't finish anything, leaving her aching and wanting. If it weren't for his kisses she would have serious doubts about whether or not he wanted her at all!

She decided to get some information about what to do from Angel and Candy. They were initially shocked by the question but, thankfully, they rose to the occasion.

"You got to set the mood. Put clean sheets on the bed, tidy up the place, that kind of thing. Couple of tea lights and some drinks if it helps," Angel advised. "And don't forget to put the condoms within reach or anything else you think you might need, like lubricant and-or toys."

"And once you've got the scene set up, you need to raise his blood pressure," Candy said, "And the best way to do that is with some super-sexy lingerie that'll blow his mind, never mind his zipper."

"Okay, well that I'm not too sure on," Randi admitted.

"Play up your assets," Candy said. "What does Mac like seeing you in?"

Randi had to think about that for a moment. "Well, he seems to like it when I'm wearing red and my hair down. He also seems to like my breasts."

"So play those puppies up," Angel said. "I'm sure we can find a red lingerie set that'll get him going."

"And I'm thinking lunch is in order before we go shopping," Randi said. "I'm going to need a stiff drink before we do this."

"Why? Surely you've bought lingerie before," Candy said.

"Yeah, for my self, not for a guy I'm practically trying to jump!" Randi shot back.

Later that evening:

Mac entered Randi's apartment and took off his shoes and coat, as was his custom these days. He enjoyed sleeping over at Randi's place even though he knew he was driving her crazy with his kisses and no follow up game. He was sincerely hoping she would break down and jump him, which was a private fantasy of his, before he broke down and took her one night. However, he was determined to persevere. He just hoped she jumped in soon; he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He gave Fabio a head-rub as he called, "Randi!"

She stuck her head out of the bathroom, her hair up in a knot. "Just in time. I just got out of the bath. There's some brandy and glasses on the table. Why don't you pour us a drink and I'll be right there once I'm decent," Randi said.

"Sounds good," he said, moving to the table where the brandy and two glasses sat waiting. He neatly poured two fingers of brandy in each glass and was putting the cap back on the bottle when a whiff of a familiar scent caught his attention. He smiled.

When Mac turned around, glasses in hand, and saw what Randi was wearing, he swore his heart stopped beating.

Her hair was in loose tumbling waves around her face and shoulders and she wore a cropped red and black stretch velvet bustier, which pushed her generous breasts to attention while drawing even more attention to her slim tummy. She also wore a double-strap matching thong panty, sheer black thigh-high stockings, and basic black stiletto heels that made her long legs seem even longer. Mac swore he went hard in an instant.

The look in her eyes made his pulse start pounding. She started walking towards him with the quiet grace of a female feline on the hunt. And she was, for him.

"Want some advice, Mac?" she asked huskily.

"Uh, yeah, uh, sure," he managed to get out from a mouth that had suddenly gone dry.

"Find a chair and sit down," she said.

Somehow, he wasn't sure how, he managed to. The glasses went somewhere and he found himself in a chair, his eyes going wide as she oh-so-casually straddled him. She wiggled a bit, making herself comfortable and he groaned softly as her motions drew even more blood to a certain part of his anatomy that was already pretty hard. Smiling, knowing exactly what she was doing, she went to work on his shirt, undoing the buttons.

"Randi, what are you doing?" he finally got out, giving in to the temptation to move his hands and finding her bare buttocks.

"Well, you see, it's like this," she said casually, tugging up his shirt from his pants and attacking the buttons on his cuffs. "I'm a girl with a major itch problem and a real hunger for a certain somebody. So, I got tired of waiting and decided to take matters into my own hands."

"Oh." He wasn't sure what else to say. This was practically a fantasy come true.

She giggled as she divested him of his dress shirt and went after his undershirt. That was gone a moment later. Then she leaned close and whispered huskily in his ear. "Basically, Mac, I'm seducing you. You got a problem with that?"

He reached up and slid one hand into her hair, pulling her face close to his, inches away from his mouth while the other hand slid up her back, drawing her closer to him. "Not in the slightest."

And that was the last coherent conversation either of them had for quite a while.