Chapter 3
Ranger -
I was torn. The picture of Steph is hot. She looked amazingly sexy last night, and someone captured it perfectly. If it weren't so fucked up that someone took her picture - without us noticing - I'd be ecstatic to have this. But, what the fuck! Someone took a picture of her and had it printed and framed and left it for me a few hours later? Right by my computer monitor?
This is a secure building, so I'm sure the "threat" is internal. And I'm also about 99% sure it's not a real threat but rather an effort to get under my skin.
So now I had spent half the morning staring at Steph. She was leaning against a column in the lobby of the Hilton, waiting for our skip to show. Her dress was black, fitted, and barely long enough to cover her ass, and made shorter by the mile-high FMP she wore. She had her head tilted back, and her eyes shut. Knowing Steph, I wouldn't be surprised if she'd managed to fall asleep there for a few minutes, but she looked ... like she'd just been fucked against the column.
She'd hung in there and done the job, and I wasn't surprised when she didn't show up for work this morning. But after a few hours of being distracted by the picture, I figured I'd call and check on her. And maybe - maybe - I wanted the voice to go with the image on my desk.
An hour later, I watched as her mouth fell open when she got her first glimpse of herself. She doesn't know it, but she's just as hot in jeans at her desk as she is all dressed up to distract. She tugged on a curl and bit her lip, and looked up at me with giant eyes. Giant blue eyes. And then the dam broke. "What is this? I mean, I know what it is. But why do you have it? Who took this picture? Do I have another stalker? I am NOT going to a safe house. Ranger?"
Despite the fucked up situation, I couldn't help but smile. "Don't know, Babe, but we'll figure it out. You don't have a stalker. Someone is fucking with me."
"Using me!"
"Yep. No secret using you would be the best way to get my attention. And they've got it."
Palming the picture, I stood up to leave. "Wait," she said. "What are you going to do with that?"