This story doesn't seem to be a hit, so I'm going to hurry it along and end it sooner than I planned. I'll try again with something else.
Chapter 4
Stephanie -
That asshole just smiled and left. Two Ranger smiles in one visit. Be still my heart.
I looked hot in that picture, and it's reassuring to know turning 30 didn't kill my vibe. But I didn't like being used.
I knew Ranger well enough to know that, as much as he liked the picture, he wouldn't share it with anyone else. That picture would either stay on his desk facing him away from the door and guest chairs or up on seven.
I knew the photographer was someone here at Rangeman, and that relaxed me some. It wasn't my style, but I figured I'd wait it out. Maybe it was a one-time thing.
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Two days later, I came home to find a surprise of my own. Holy Mother - centered right there on my kitchen table was an 8 x 10 close up of a shirtless, sweaty, smiling Ranger in the Rangeman gym.
I felt short of breath, dizzy, and on the verge of orgasm. It was that good.
I approached, reverently reached out my hand, and touched his spiky wet hair and his face and trailed my hand down his chest and over his abs before the picture cut off at his gym shorts.
Sitting down, I hit # one on my phone and waited. I must have zoned out, because I heard Ranger's voice trying to get my attention. "Ummm, Ranger. They struck again."
"Who struck again, Steph? Are you okay?"
"The Picture Pervert."
"What? You're at home, right? I'm on my way."
Ending the call, I continued to stare. And that's where Ranger found me 10 minutes later.
"Babe."
"It's beautiful. This guy's really good."
He studied himself in the frame. "This was this morning. Right after Tank called me a giant pussy for pulling a punch." He looked over at me, studied me, and with a smirk said, "You like this."
"Duh! I'm not blind! Any living, breathing woman would LOVE this. And some men!"
Shaking his head, he picked up the picture, flipped it over, turned it around, and finally gave up and tapped it on his hand.
"I don't know, Babe. I guess someone is fucking with both of us. Want me to take it back with me?"
"No!" I jumped up and took it from him. "I'm just going to put it ... here," setting it on the end table in the living room. He didn't need to know I was moving that sucker to my night stand later. To distract him, I asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
A few hours later, after dinner at Pino's, and a friendly kiss (on the lips!), I was getting ready for bed. I felt like I was 15 after my first kiss! Which was strange because Ranger and I had done a whole lot more than kiss in the past! Clutching my new favorite belonging, I figured I'd have some sweet - if not slutty - dreams.