Chapter 3
As soon as I got back to my apartment I immediately started prepping for my big night. I couldn't believe I was actually going out on a date with Ranger. I sorted through my closet to find just the right thing to wear. I looked through the closet, starting with distraction outfits, sliding hangers across the hanging rod: too slutty, too goth, too young, too business casual, too slutty, too slutty, too slutty, too skanky. I guess all of those are out. Moving on I found skirts and dresses that were left over from different family occasions but nothing seemed right.
Oh no, poor me, I guess I had to go shopping. I know I could've called Mary Lou or Lula to go shopping with me. But the idea of a date with Ranger was new and special and I wanted to keep it secret for a little while longer. I'd been waiting for this for years. There's a part of me that never thought it would happen. A little voice in the back of my mind whispered, 'You don't want to tell anybody in case it doesn't happen. Maybe you misunderstood him?' I told that voice to shut up and reminded myself he said he wouldn't share me with Joe, and that he wanted something more serious now that we're both available. I guess I needed to do some serious shopping.
I headed to Macy's and into the dress department. There was a huge variety of dresses, everything from adult prom to Junior League to club wear that telegraphed I want to get laid. Finally I found a small section that looked to be more nice date dresses. Lots of things had embellishments: crystals, metallic thread, beads and pearls. But I wanted something simpler. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a young sales associate rollout a rack of new inventory to put out on the sales floor. And then I spotted it. There was one dress that was perfect. I snatched it up in my size and rushed to the dressing room and slipped it on. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself. It was a cap sleeve wrap dress in a stunning cobalt blue. There was just a bit of rushing at the waist where the hidden buttons completed the wrap. It hit me 2 inches above the knee. Absolutely perfect. The skirt wasn't tight to my hips, but it skimmed my curves beautifully.
While I love the idea of a wrap dress, I hated dealing with the ties and the gaping in the front that risked showing your hooha every time you sat down. This dress had a tulip hem, the two halves curving up to overlap, leaving a glimpse of leg. Very sexy.
I knew I had perfect black patent leather peep-toe heels at home and I didn't even need to make a trip to Victoria's Secret because I had the perfect lingerie set in my drawer, just waiting for the right occasion.
Even though the dress was brand new to the sales floor, I didn't worry about the cost. My charge card was in good shape due to the plethora of skips lately. Not only did I have plenty of skips, but there had been no major mishaps. I didn't have to worry about covering any scratches, bruises, or bullet holes.
Rushing home I hopped in the shower. I washed my hair and worked in a deep conditioning treatment. While I waited for the conditioning treatment to do its job, I lathered up with my new body wash, called Brazilian 4 Play which smelled of almonds and jasmine, rinsing off before rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.
There was no shaving or trimming to be done as Mary Lou and I had given each other spa gift certificates last Christmas. With the craziness that is my bounty hunter life and her soccer mom life, it wasn't until last week we'd been able to get together for our day of pampering. For the holidays they had a special: a full day of pampering, massage, pedicure, manicure, facial and sugaring service. I loved the sugaring. It hurt a little less and anything as amazing as putting sugar on your body had to be better than hot wax.
Stepping out of the shower I applied the body cream that coordinated with my body wash, layering the scent. Working smoothing cream into my hair I used a new technique I found in a video on the newest social media app. It was called plopping. You took an oversize T-shirt and tied it around your head, then piled the curls on top and tied up the other part of the shirt. The result was amazing, instead of the length weighing my curls down, with this method as my hair dried I got gorgeous curls all the way down to the root.
While I waited for my hair to dry, I put on my face. I kept things light, making sure to define my brows and going with a bold cherry red matte liquid lipstick. I was hoping there would be lots of kissing later. And while I thought the shade was gorgeous on me, this no budge lipstick would keep Ranger from wearing it as well. I had slipped on a short robe after the shower, not wanting to get dressed too soon. I did a quick touchup of my pedicure and went into the bedroom, laying everything I'd be wearing out on the bed.
As I dressed I could feel my heart racing in anticipation of the evening. I shed my robe and slipped into the underwear and bra I picked out for tonight. The bra was two toned, gray lace with black elastic accent. It was a demi cup that just barely kept my nipples from peeking above the edge. The underwire gave it great lift and the delicate black strap and band created a gorgeous contrast. If that wasn't enough, the underwear was in a category all its own. I had never owned anything so decadent.
It made the tiny thongs I wore on distraction jobs look like cotton granny panties. A thong said, 'Check out my ass, you know you'd like to fuck me.' These said, 'I want your hands and your mouth on me now and after that's done I want you to fuck me where I stand.' The lace and elastic matched the bra. There was a length of decorative black elastic that sat low on my waist. It served no purpose other than looking sexy. A second length of elastic joined that one in the center front, sitting low on my hips. The gray lace was attached at the center front and angled out as it skimmed over my hips where it met soft black elastic that circled my legs where my leg met my torso. That was pretty much it, there was absolutely nothing in the center, it left my pussy and ass completely exposed. They were the sexiest thing I'd ever owned.
What was less sexy is how they came to be in my possession. Maybe I wouldn't tell Ranger that part. They had in fact come from my crazy oversexed grandmother. A few months ago Grandma had been incredibly lucky at bingo. There was a church ladies fundraiser and she won the jackpot which was close to $5000. Two weeks after she won, a package arrived at my door. It was a beautiful box and inside was this gorgeous set, wrapped in tissue and a note, welcoming me to my lingerie subscription service and informing me that I would be receiving a surprise bra and panty set of lingerie once a month for the next year courtesy of Edna. When I asked Grandma about it, she said, "What's the big deal? When you were little I bought you underwear and socks as part of every birthday and Christmas gift. Why can't I buy you underwear now?" Then she grinned, "Especially this kind of underwear. I figure I got lucky, maybe this would help you get lucky too." And I was hoping it would tonight it would do just that.
I knew everyone could tell when I had sex and obviously Grandma had picked up on the drought. It was quite irritating, actually. Even though Joe and I had only officially ended things earlier today, it really had been over for quite a while. We had a few date nights, well, what constituted date nights for us: the game on the television and Pinos and beer at his place or mine. The thing is none of them had resulted in sleepovers or balls to the wall gorilla sex. It was either him getting called into work, me getting a call from Ranger with a last-minute distraction or the Morelli family interrupting. One time, Grandma Bella needed a ride home from the hospital and Joe's mom was out of town. Another evening ended when his brother Tony showed up on the doorstep after his wife kicked him out. Again. Oh, and nothing topped the night that Bob ate the TV remote, batteries and all and he needed a trip to the emergency vet.
So between all the talk today in the office between Lula and Connie over whether Batman actually dined downtown, my Hungarian hormones had gone into overdrive with the prospect of ending the longest dry spell I've had since Joe and I had first gotten together. I checked myself out in the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. It was almost shocking.
I couldn't believe I was wearing such a thing. Since I'd been sugared my center was bare and the skin was soft as I lightly trailed my fingers over myself. The most personal part of me was fully on display. This is not what Catholic girls wore. I hesitated, was I taking it too far too fast? Yes I guess this was our first official date. It was a date right? Of course it was a date. But it was hardly the first time we dined together. And I could tell you just exactly how many sexual encounters we had. Not only could I tell you how many sexual encounters we've had, I can tell you how many times we had sex each time as well as what positions, and how many orgasms. I had a hard time reconciling those numbers, which were not an insignificant amount considering we had never dated.
What had developed between us seemed organic in nature. It wasn't the full relationship that I had always desired with him, but while I had still had Morelli waiting in the wings it was as much as I could handle. And honestly, I had begun to believe it was all Ranger was ever going to be able to give. Okay enough with the mirror and the doubts. What did I think? That Ranger was going to discover what I was wearing under my dress and reject me? No. That was not going to happen. I wanted to send a clear message. And this not only stated my intentions very clearly, but also very loudly.
I slipped into my shoes, and then into the dress. As tantalizing as what I had on underneath was, the dress screamed classy and sophisticated. I loved knowing that I had a secret. And I wondered how far into the evening it would take for Ranger to discover it.
Looking at the clock I realized I only had a few minutes until he would be here. In all the time I've known him, Ranger had never been anything but punctual. And sometimes if he was trying to catch me unaware before distraction, he was early.
Heading back into the bathroom I unwrapped my hair. The curls were gorgeous and smooth. Just to be sure, I added a little smoothing cream to tame any flyaways. I toyed with the idea of putting it up, but it turned out so well, and I wanted it down. A shiver ran through my body at the thought of Ranger's hands in it, pulling me towards him as he kissed me deeply or using it to pull my head back, so he had full access to my neck and shoulders. Just then, the really dirty thoughts came to my mind. The memories of when we'd been together before, and he held my hair up and away from my face as I licked and sucked on his cock. And finally the time we'd gotten into an argument after a distraction went sideways. Rangeman had gotten the skip but I'd had to improvise. I'd gone against Ranger's direct orders and put myself in danger in the process. The argument in his apartment after was intense, and fighting had turned to fucking. He'd had me bent over the sofa, pounding into me from behind, one hand between my legs, putting pressure on my clit, and the other fisted in my hair. He didn't pull on it, but his hand was close to my scalp and as he flexed his grip it was just enough to add a little pressure and pain, sending every neuron in my body into overdrive.
Well shit. Now I need another shower. This time a cold one. Shaking myself out of the memories I realized I spent longer than expected. Revisiting our past encounters was further stoking the fire within me and the desire to repeat them in addition to creating new memories together. With only minutes to spare, I added simple silver earrings and a necklace. Tossing only the essentials in my little black clutch I headed towards the kitchen. Apparently I'd taken a little bit longer than I thought because when I picked up my phone I saw that it was five minutes after 8:00.
That couldn't be right. Five minutes may not sound like a lot. To anyone else it's not. But this is Ranger. In Ranger time five minutes was an eternity. I checked my phone again. No missed calls, no text messages. A lick of panic started to run through me. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe he didn't want this? Did he change his mind? No, no, no. He said he wanted more. But if he's late, what else could have happened? Had he been in an accident? Was he hurt? Was there an emergency?
Before my brain could come up with any more disasters, there was a soft knock at the door. I took a deep breath and moved to open it, my heart pounding both from anticipation of seeing Ranger and from my minor mental spiral. Looking through the peephole I saw him. The man in black. In all his glory. I was surprised enough that he was late but then on top of it he knocked?
I opened the door and the smile I gave him was a bit shy as I took in the sight of him before me. While he was still the man in black, tonight it was had on a gorgeous cashmere sweater with a slight v neck. The way it hugged his shoulders, arms and torso was nearly sinful. Expensive black dress pants hugged him in all the right places and fell to the floor just short of his expensive looking Italian leather shoes. He was quiet, and I flicked my eyes to his and saw I'd been caught checking him out. I blushed a little.
On an exhale his nickname for me escaped his lips "Babe."
