I Do Who? Chapter 8 –

Disclaimer: Obviously they aren't mine. If they were Joe wouldn't even be in the picture.

A/N: I want to thank Angie for looking over this for me. I want to thank everyone who has read this story. It has been a fun ride and I'm kind of sad to see it end but rest assured I've got another story in my head already. Now onto the craziness that is my story, I Do Who?


"Talk? Talk about what? We should be celebrating. I'm not married!! That's a good thing, remember?" I looked at Ranger like he'd lost his mind. Who wanted to talk, I wanted my Ranger induced orgasm. Right Now!

"BABE! You're playing with fire. Now hush." He kissed me senseless before dragging me into the suite.

Hmmm … guess I said that out loud.

Ranger opened the door to the suite and the TV was blaring. Ram, Binkie, and Zip obviously weren't paying attention to their surroundings. We made our way into the room and found the guys watching the video of me from the strip club. Binkie looked up and saw us enter the room and frantically tried to turn off the TV. "Hey Bomber … Boss. What's the verdict? Did you find Elvis?" He stuttered.

"OUT!" Ranger yelled.

"Out? Where are we supposed to go? This is our room too." Zip muttered.

Ranger growled and the three stooges fled the room. Smart move.

"Babe, get dressed. We're going to dinner."

With that he stalked out of the room. "Dinner? Dinner where? I thought you said we were going to talk?" What the fuck?

I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I don't know what in the hell is wrong with Ranger. You'd think he'd be happy that I'm not married. But, oh no, not Ranger, he's in 'I've got to pull some caveman routine, kick the guys out and order Steph to dinner, mode.' He should know by now how well I take orders. But, I'm curious as to what Batman is up too. So I let his orders slide.

I stepped under the spray and relaxed as the water rolled off my body. I was just finishing my beauty routine when I heard the door open a little ways. Thinking it was Ranger, I asked, "So where are we going to dinner, Ranger?"

I heard a sharp intake of breath, "Damn Beautiful, you're sure you don't want to rethink that marriage?"

"Lester, get out of here!" I screamed trying to find something to cover myself with.

"Santos!" I heard Ranger growl.

"Later, Beautiful." He chuckled and took off running out of the bathroom.

It sounded like WW III broke out in the living room of the suite. I stepped quickly out of the shower and wrapped myself in a robe. I ran towards the commotion. Ranger was being restrained by Bobby and Zip, Lester by Ram and Binkie.

"I was just messing with you! You've got to learn to lighten up!" Lester fumed.

"I've had it with your shit, COUSIN. What the hell were you thinking?"

"Like I said, it was a joke. I couldn't even see her. I only opened the door enough to make you think I looked."

I sighed, these two were driving me crazy and I was in desperate need of chocolate. I walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something sweet and tasty. Popping some Hershey Kisses into my mouth, I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. God, if I couldn't have my Ranger induced orgasm; this was the next best thing.

"Babe!" Ranger scolded, "I said we were going to dinner."

"WHAT? Can't I have my dessert first?" I asked in a mocking tone. "Chocolate and I have a spiritual connection. It fills me up, makes me happy and never lets me down. If it was legal to marry an inanimate object, I'd ask it to marry me."

"I think we've had enough marriages this weekend, Bombshell." Bobby chuckled.

Ranger reached over and smacked the back of Bobby's head.

"What the hell was that for?" Bobby said while rubbing the spot Ranger had hit.

Ranger ignored Bobby's question, "Steph, enjoy your dessert but I'm waiting till after dinner for mine."

"You don't eat dessert. Where are we going for dinner? I'm confused." I sighed. I had no idea what was going on.

Ranger chuckled and pulled me into his arms and whispered, "Dinner is a surprise and as for dessert, I'm planning on having you as my dessert." He gave me a wolf grin that sent a bolt of lust straight to my doodah.

Woo Boy! I mentally fanned myself and dropped the bag of chocolate, then ran for the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Sometime later …

I stepped out of my room and found rose petals at my feet. I followed the path and found Ranger holding a dozen red tipped white roses.

"Beautiful." He breathed as I approached him. He wrapped me in his arms and his lips crashed down on mine in a passionate kiss. When we came up for air, he handed me the roses. How did he know that these are my favorites?

"Finally, I get you all to myself." He smiled as he pulled me into the kitchen, setting the roses in a crystal vase.

"Ranger, not that I mind, but what's going on?"

"I'm taking you out on a date. Is that okay? And, the name's Carlos, Babe."

It seemed unbelievable to me that he wanted to go out on a date with me but after the past two days; a quiet evening out with Ranger seemed heavenly.

"Ranger," he quirked his eyebrow and frowned, "I mean … Carlos; I'd love to go out on a date with you."

He pulled me out of the suite and held me close as we made our way to the entrance. I couldn't believe my eyes when a black 2010 Lamborghini Reventón Roadster pulled up and Bobby climbed out from behind the wheel, tossing Carlos the keys as he rounded the car.

"Do you know what that is?" I exclaimed breathlessly, mouth hanging open like a fish.

Ranger chuckled, "Yeah Babe, I know what it is considering I just bought it."

I think I'm going to faint. Breathe, Stephanie, Breathe. He just went out and bought a million dollar car! He pulled me to the passenger side. I dug in my heels. "I can't get in that! You know my track record with cars! Noooo way!" I turned away from the car to head back inside.

Carlos picked me up bridal style before I'd gone two steps away and placed me in the passenger seat. "Babe," he chuckled, "it's just a car. Plus it's insured against fire, bombs, trash trucks, six foot tall Rabbits, and rocket launchers." Ranger humor. I stuck my bottom lip out in a pout.

"Babe, I'm only kidding you." He tilted my head towards his and flashed me a thousand watt smile.

We pulled up in front of the Venetian Hotel and Casino, I looked over at Carlos. "What are we doing here?"

He gave me a warm smile, "Babe, I'm taking you to dinner." The valet came over and opened my door, causing Carlos to growl, "Mine." He stepped in front of the valet and helped me out of the car.

"I can't take you anywhere without someone trying to take you away from me." He muttered as we made our way inside.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I stepped in to the lobby. It was like stepping into Venice, Italy. I wondered, if Italy really looked like this in real life? The place was breathtaking. .

"Yeah, Babe. This is very similar to what Venice looks like. I'll take you there sometime."

What the hell? Now he's taking me on vacation? Where is Batman and what has Carlos done with him?

We walked hand in hand to the B&B Ristorante, where Chef Mario Batali prepared us a lovely meal. He sent out Mint Love Letter with Spicy Lamb Sausage for us to share. Ranger had 'Duck with Cara Cara Orange and Tetragonia Spinach' and I had 'Steak Tagliata with Braised Greens Affogato'. It was all wonderful. They brought the dessert tray and I couldn't believe when I turned them down. I was stuffed and couldn't eat another bite.

Ranger motioned for the check and quickly settled the bill. We got up to leave and I moaned, "I'm so full, I feel like I'm going to pop."

"Me too, let's take a stroll and walk this off, okay?" He took my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles.

"I'd love to." I smiled.

We walked around the grounds, through the winding paths where Carlos would pause and point out things he planned to show me in Italy.

We finally made our way completely around the complex when Carlos stopped in front of the wedding chapel.

"What are we doing here?"

"Well, I've made a decision. I'm not going to take a chance of anyone stealing you away from me again. You aren't going to marry anyone else but me."

"Carlos, we can't get married! This is crazy! You don't do relationships. We haven't talked about this…err… You can't be serious? But…huh..." I babbled, staring wide-eyed at the sinfully, sexy man in front of me.

"Babe. 'We're going to do this and it's going to be good'."

The End

A/N: So what did you think??? Did they get married??? Did Steph bolt???? Find out in my upcoming sequel. "You Did What?" If I get 30 reviews I'll start the sequel next week.