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Rannigan's Redemption: Resisting Risk (Part 6)

Category Romance
By Pandora Spocks
Time 16 minutes



Michael excused himself and stepped away from the table for a few moments to get away from Jana and her incessant yammering. He generally tried to match his dates with the appropriate outings. is event had Veronica written all over it and he’d tried her first but she’d been unavailable. Bringing Jana to a fundraiser featuring classic rock music had been a mistake. The twenty-two year old had dropped out of school at the age of fifteen to pursue a career in modeling. She’d spent a few years in Paris but had never bothered to learn French. She was undeniably hot, a trait required for her current job as a swimsuit model, and she was always a fun fuck, but she was too young to appreciate the evening. 

He wandered toward the house in a vague effort to give credence to his intention of finding the restroom, but he was scanning the crowd. Where is she? he wondered. He knew Maggie was coming. And bringing a date. He wondered why that fact irritated him, but it did. 

He stopped scanning when he glimpsed her bright red hair illuminated by the angle of the setting sun. A smile crept across his face. She was so easy to spot in a crowd. He began moving in her direction as he watched her and a young man in a dark suit take glasses of wine from a passing waiter’s tray, chatting as they did so. The guy saw Michael first and pointed him out to Maggie. Her face lit up in a smile. He’d been so focused on her hair he hadn’t noticed her dress until he was closer. 

Holy shit, he thought. Maggie was stunning in a low-cut green dress that t her like a glove. He’d never paid much attention to her tits before; now it was all he could do to tear his gaze away from them and meet her eyes. As he approached them, her date protectively put his arm around her waist. If she were with me, I’d do the same thing too, pal, Michael thought. 

“Hey, Mags, glad you made it,” he managed, taking stock of her date for the first time. He was about six feet tall with the kind of wavy brown hair women go crazy for, and clear blue eyes the color of the Caribbean. He was neatly dressed in a dark slim fit suit with a blue shirt and tie. Maggie introduced him as Ben and the two shook hands before Michael led them to their table. 

Once there he introduced them to Jimbo and Murph’s wives, and of course, to Jana who was already slightly drunk and behaving like a brat. I’m going to have to put Jana on the ‘last resort’ list, he realized. In contrast, Maggie was smart and funny and as dinner progressed, he saw that Maggie fit in well with the others at the table; he even enjoyed when she busted his balls on occasion. Visually she was so bright and colorful that next to her, the wives in their chic black dresses looked like pale moths in comparison. 

By the time dessert was served, Jana was sloppy drunk, as was Maggie’s date Ben, who seemed considerably less imposing with each glass of wine he consumed. Michael had seen her speaking quietly to him and wondered if she’d asked him to slow down. He knew better than to try to moderate Jana here at the table; she’d pitch a fit in front of everyone. 

Looking across at Maggie, he saw that she was fixed on him and grinning broadly. At first he didn’t know why, but then he heard it. The Ramones. The memory of her black t-shirt flashed through his mind and his eyes were drawn to her tits again, this time envisioning the band’s logo where it had been. He grinned back at her. 

“I love this song,” she said.

“I hate this song, it sucks,” Jana slurred.

Maggie gave him a smirk, her green eyes sparkling. He knew exactly what she was thinking. “I don’t think I could be friends with someone who doesn’t like the Ramones,” she’d said the other day in the office. He gave her a knowing look. It pleased him to share a private moment with her. 

He was not pleased with Jana. He stood and gently took her elbow. “Let’s go for a walk,” he told her quietly. “If you folks will excuse us for a moment, I think we’ll check out the silent auction.” 

The others at the table sat in stunned silence for a moment watching Michael guide the young woman towards the auction tent. Finally Pam broke the silence. “That Jana is quite something, isn’t she?” 

“Yes, but what?” Ben quipped, and the table dissolved into laughter. 

An announcement was made that the concert would begin in a few minutes. The Murphys and the Methenys rose to head over toward the stage that had been erected on the back veranda of the home. “Maggie, do you two want to join us?” Renee asked. 

Maggie looked to Ben then smiled at Renee. “I think we’ll stay here for a while, thanks. Toss a bra onto the stage for me,” she joked. The four laughed as they walked away from the table. 

Ben looked sheepish. “You don’t have to stay with me, Flynn. I’m clappy as a ham right here with my wine.” He laughed. “I mean... You know what I mean.” He smiled warmly. “Go find him.” 

Maggie kissed his cheek and left him at the table, making her way towards the silent auction tent. She hadn’t really thought about the items that would be up for auction so as she began to read the descriptions she was astounded. Tickets for a European cruise, a week in Aspen, a Rolex watch, a membership to a country club? Holy shit, she shook her head. 

She heard a low voice in her right ear and felt the prickle as goosebumps rose on her arms. “What are you bidding on?” 

Maggie turned to face Michael. “Nothing,” she answered. “It’s too rich for my blood.” She looked around for Jana but he seemed to be alone. 

“I put Jana in the car and sent her home,” he responded to her unasked question. 

Maggie’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she said. “So what are you bidding on?” 

He shrugged. “Well, I bid on some golf clubs, but I’m not sure I’ll get them.” 

“Do you golf ?” she asked. 

“Only when I have to,” he laughed. “Some guys only do business on the golf course.” 

They began to walk away from the auction tent towards the waterfront, David Lee Roth wailing in the background. Maggie found that a couple of glasses of wine made her feel bold. “It’s a shame your girlfriend had to leave.” 

Michael gave a low laugh. “Mags, you and I both know she’s not my girlfriend. She was just my date tonight. It seems I chose poorly. Jana and this event were not a good match.” 

Maggie frowned. “Let me get this straight. You match up girls with events?” she asked incredulously. 

“Yeah,” he answered. “Mind you, Jana was not my first choice tonight. She’s too young to really enjoy this kind of thing.” 

“How old is she?”

“She just turned twenty-two.”

“That’s only three years younger than me,” Maggie said.

“But you’re smart and educated,” he reasoned. “She’s a swimsuit model.” 

“Which explains her appeal,” Maggie gibed. 

Michael laughed easily. “So what’s up with your boyfriend,” he countered. 

She looked up at him wryly. “Ben is my good friend. He just went through a bad break-up. I was hoping a night out would be good for him.” Raising her eyebrows, she said, “He has a mad crush on you, by the way.” 

He chuckled. “I’m flattered.”

“No you’re not,” Maggie laughed.

“I don’t know, Mags, when I first walked up he looked pretty possessive. The way I’d be with a beautiful woman on my arm,” he said looking into her eyes. 

She blushed furiously and decided to ignore the compliment. “He was trying to wow you with his impression of a heterosexual guy,” she laughed lightly. 

“Is that right?” he asked, his expression inscrutable. Michael placed his hand on the small of her back. “It sounds like the concert is ending. Maybe we should go back to the table and check on your friend.” 


With the concert over, the dj was back in position and guests were taking advantage of the dance floor situated at the opposite end of the dinner tent from Michael’s table. Michael and Maggie dodged enthusiastic dancers as they headed back to check on Ben. 

White candles on the tables and white paper lanterns hung along the sides of the tent washed the scene in so light. Nearby trees had been strung with tiny sparkling lights and with nightfall the place took on the appearance of a fairyland. 

Ben was asleep with his head on the table when Michael and Maggie returned. The Murphys and the Methenys arrived at the table just behind them and their return caused Ben to stir slightly. 

“Did you see Diamond Dave?” Pam gushed excitedly. “He’s still so hot!” 

“I didn’t see him but I heard him. He sounds great,” Maggie commented. 

“Michael, we’re going to be heading out. We still have to get back to the city and pay the babysitters while we can still afford it,” Brian laughed and he moved around the table to shake Michael’s hand. Pam and Renee gathered their purses and wraps. 

“Did you guys share a car?” Michael asked. “I didn’t realize. Well, hey, I’m glad you made it out tonight. We should go out together more often.” He shook Jim’s hand and pecked Pam and Renee on the cheeks. 

“Maggie, it was lovely meeting you,” Renee said. “We’ll all get together for lunch or something.” 

“That sounds great. It was nice meeting you as well. Safe travels,” Maggie said. They stood and watched the foursome leave. 

Maggie looked down at Ben, who was still asleep. “I’m so sorry, Michael. I never dreamed he’d be like this.” 

Michael waved off the apology. “Never apologize for someone else. At least he’s quiet.” They both laughed lightly. 

“I should probably try to get him moving so we can go,” Maggie said. “Ben, wake up. Come on, seriously, we should be going.” 

Michael watched her attempt to wake the sleeping Ben. As she leaned forward over the table her tits came precariously close to spilling out of the deep v neckline and Michael was mesmerized, feeling himself become aroused. 

“Hey Mags, let him sleep. I’m stuck waiting here until my car returns. Let’s hang out and you two can ride back with me. Besides, they’re supposed to have reworks in about an hour.” 

“Really?” Maggie gave a relieved smile. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to get him home on the train. I sort of pictured tossing him over my shoulder fire-fighter style.” 

They both laughed as Michael removed his jacket and loosened his tie, placing the jacket on the back of the chair beside him. He flagged down a waiter and quietly said something Maggie didn’t catch. The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back, sir.” 

Michael motioned to a chair beside him. “Come, relax.” As Maggie moved to Michael’s side of the table, the waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He opened the wine and offered it to Michael. 

“That’s fine, thanks, I’ll take it from here,” he said, handing the man a generous tip. Michael poured as Maggie sat beside him, their chairs facing each other. 

She leaned an elbow on the table. “That’s some service,” she commented. 

He shrugged. “You just have to ask nicely,” he said. “Too many people behave like assholes. Everybody likes to be treated with courtesy.” 

They sipped without speaking for a while, enjoying the music from the other end of the tent. Maggie spoke up. “The Murphys and the Methenys were very charming. I liked Pam and Renee.” 

Michael nodded. “Yeah, they’re good people. Although the girls looked like bored house fraus out for a night on the town.” 

Maggie let out a surprised laugh and playfully slapped his arm. “They did not, they were lovely!” 

“Just calling them like I see them,” Michael chuckled. 

“Well I thought they were sweet. And it’s sweet they had to get home to their kids. They’re such nice families.” 

Michael rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me. Mary Margaret Flynn aspires to be a member of the Dowdy House Frau Club. Ah, yes, the white picket fence, the 2.3 kids, the cocker spaniel. You’d give up your career and move to the suburbs?” 

Maggie blinked and spluttered, “The what? I don’t...I mean you can’t just...” 

He laughed heartily. “Okay, Mags, don’t blow a gasket. I’m just pulling your chain.” 

“I’m not talking about giving up my career or moving. People raise families in the city. They do it all the time. Don’t you want all that? You know, a home, a wife, kids. I mean, sometime, not now. But seriously, Michael. You mock all that like it’s pointless.” 

He shook his head gravely. “No. I absolutely do not want that. I like my life just as it is. I come and go as I please. I spend my money as I please. If I want to go out, I do. Otherwise I stay in alone.” 

She regarded him seriously. “But you don’t want to grow old alone. Don’t you want someone to be there for you when life gets difficult?” 

“I would think you of all people would get it,” Michael said, draining his wine and pouring another glass. “People let you down. They leave you and you have to fend for yourself. It’s just easier this way. You know what you’re getting.” 

“Being alone in the world was never my choice. And I hope to find someone to build a life with, to create a family with, if only to do better than what I had growing up,” she replied passionately. 

“Your date tonight is an unconscious gay guy. And how are you doing on that family thing?” he asked darkly. 

Maggie swigged the rest of her wine. “Well, it’s easier said than done,” she acknowledged quietly. 

They drank in silence for a while, the mood between them soured.

“You know, Dan likes you,” Michael offered.

Maggie laughed. “He doesn’t.”

“He does. He told me so. Asked me if it would be breaking firm policy to ask you out.”

“I wouldn’t go out with him,” Maggie said firmly.

“Why not?” Michael wondered. “He’s a nice guy.”

“He’s a very nice guy. I’m just not attracted to him. It wouldn’t be right,” she answered.

Michael shook his head, bewildered. They settled into quietly listening to the music as they sipped their wine.

Recognizing the intro to the next song, Maggie cried out, “Oh! Moon Dance! I love Van Morrison.” 

Michael gave her a sideways glance and held out his hand. “Come on, Mags. Dance with me.” 

She took his hand as he helped her to her feet and she giggled self-consciously, her several glasses of wine causing her to wobble a little as they walked to the dance floor. He turned to face her, placing his right hand on the small of her back and holding up her right hand in his left. 

Maggie giggled again. “So formal, Mr. Rannigan,” she smiled up at him. 

He crooked an eyebrow at her. “I’ve had lessons, Ms. Flynn.” They began moving around the dance floor, swaying to the beat of the music. Michael crooned along and made Maggie laugh by spinning her several times then pulling her close. At one point he suddenly dipped her backwards, causing her to whoop in surprise. Nearby dancers applauded as he pulled her back up and held her to him. He could feel her heart pounding as she caught her breath. 

“God, you smell good,” she whispered against his neck. 

“That, Ms. Flynn,” he teased, “is because I showered and put on clean clothes today.” His wit was rewarded by Maggie’s laughter. 

Van Morrison finished moondancing and he was replaced by Eric Clapton singing about a woman who looks wonderful tonight. Maggie stopped dancing and stepped back from Michael. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked. 

She shook her head. “I don’t know, Michael, it’s a slow song.” Maggie gazed up at him sheepishly, the self-conscious look back in place. 

His so brown eyes burned into hers. “I’m not done. And you do, you know. You look wonderful tonight.” 

Without waiting for her to reply, he once again pulled her close to himself with one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping her right hand and pulling it into his collarbone, brushing it across his lips in the process. He could feel her breath against his neck, then she sighed quietly and rested her head on his shoulder. He hummed the rest of the song and when it was over, he continued holding her close. 

A loud whistle followed by an explosion jarred them both as the fireworks display began over the water. Michael released her and she stepped back. “That was...” Maggie looked up into his face, eyes shining, “nice.” 

He grinned down at her. “Yes, it was. Shall we go watch the reworks?” 


Michael and Maggie applauded with the rest of the guests following the finale of the reworks display before returning to the table to collect Ben. She shivered a bit as they walked. 

“Are you cold?” Michael asked, running a hand down her bare arm. “You are!” When they reached the table he removed his suit coat from the back of the chair where he’d left it and draped it over her shoulders. “Here, that should be better.” 

Maggie pulled the coat around herself and as she did, his scent enveloped her. “Thanks! I didn’t realize how chilly it had gotten.” 

Ben was conscious and blinking in confusion. “Holy God, I thought we were being invaded,” he said. “Where is everybody?” 

Maggie laughed. “Yes, we were invaded by aliens and they beamed up everyone except us. Come on, it’s time to go. We’ve dodged a bullet. Michael has kindly offered for us to ride back to the city with him rather than taking the train.” 

Ben cocked his head and looked adoringly at Michael. “Somehow I knew you were my knight in shining armor. What, more wine? Don’t mind if I do,” he cooed, downing a half-full glass that was in front of him. 

“Laying it on a little thick there, chief,” Maggie cautioned quietly, but Michael just laughed. 

“Enjoy some more wine for a few minutes, I’ll call my driver to come to the front,” he said. He completed his call and poured more wine for himself and Maggie. 

They sat chatting about the reworks and the music, leaving out their time on the dance floor. Maggie wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Being in Michael’s arms had been glorious. Wearing his coat, surrounded by his seductive scent, the memory of his voice in her ear... She furtively glanced at him, desire causing her pulse to pound. She knew that she wanted him. She also knew that she was a little tipsy and that she might not be making the best decisions. 

“What is your cologne?” she blurted out. Case in point of reckless decisions, she thought. 

He grinned in amusement. “It’s Bleu de Chanel.”  

“It’s heavenly,” she said before she could stop herself. “It’s just that, well, your jacket smells like you, which is good, really. I mean it’s very nice.” 

“You’re drunk, Mags,” he observed quietly. 

She made a valiant attempt to look at him squarely. “Maybe just a tiny little bit.” 

Michael checked his phone. “The car’s out front. Are we ready?” Between the two of them, they managed to get Ben to his feet and across the expanse of lawn to the driveway where a medium sized stretch limousine waited, driver holding open the back door for them. 

Wide-eyed, Maggie looked around Ben to Michael. For his part, Michael looked a little embarrassed. “Jana likes to ride in a limo,” he shrugged. 

Ben had fallen asleep again and together they maneuvered him into the car, laying him gently onto the black leather couch that ran down the driver’s side of the passenger compartment before they settled back into the plush leather seat at the rear of the car. 

“Traffic is heavier than usual, Mr. Rannigan,” the driver told him. “The drive may take a couple of hours.” 

“Thank you, Mason. And thanks for taking care of Ms. Hansen.” 

“Of course, Mr. Rannigan. Happy to help,” the man replied before closing the door. 

Michael turned to Maggie as the car began moving away from the house. “Hope you don’t mind a bit of a drive. I hadn’t counted on traffic.” 

“Please!” Maggie said. “This beats the hell out of public transportation. And traffic or no, we’ll still get back before we would have on the train. Thank you for the ride.” 

He smiled. “My pleasure,” he said. And meant it, he was mildly surprised to realize. Impeccable manners had been instilled in him by the aunt with whom he’d lived after his mother had died. At the time, he’d resented it, but they had served him well. On the other hand, he often found himself mouthing words he didn’t mean. Not this time, he thought to himself. 

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked, motioning to the bar that was opposite the couch on which Ben lay snoring. Loudly. “There’s bourbon and pink champagne.” Maggie frowned quizzically. “Pink champagne is Jana’s favorite,” he elaborated somewhat apologetically. 

“I’ll take bourbon if it’s all the same to you,” Maggie responded, trying not to smirk and hoping that she was successful. Michael turned over two glasses and began to carefully pour bourbon from a crystal decanter. 

“Boy, renting a stretch limo, stocking it with pink champagne,” she muttered to herself. “She must be some kind of lay.” Michael glanced at her, shock registering on his face. “Shit, was that out loud?” she asked. 

“It was,” he answered, handing her a glass of bourbon as he settled back into the seat. “And truthfully, she’s not all that.” 

It was Maggie’s turn to look shocked. Michael gave her a wry smile and clinked his glass to hers. “To nights that turn out differently from the way you expected.” 

They sipped their bourbon wordlessly, occupied with their own thoughts for a few miles. 

“I know it’s none of my business,” Maggie began. 

“Those words are always followed by a ‘but’,” Michael interjected, shaking his head. 

“BUT,” Maggie continued, “I don’t know how you do that.”

“Do what?”

“How do you sleep with someone that you don’t even like? I could tell from the moment we sat at the table that you didn’t like that girl.”

“Okay, I don’t want to have in-depth conversations with Jana, but did you see her? Like I said before, it was just the wrong event for her. She’s great at Mets games, music awards, things like that.” 

“I just couldn’t sleep with someone that I wasn’t attracted to intellectually, that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Is that what’s wrong with Dan?” he probed, happy to be talking about someone besides Jana. 

“He’s a nice guy. He’s smart and articulate, and not bad looking,” Maggie conceded. “I just don’t feel that...spark, that’s all. If I went out with him it wouldn’t be genuine.” 

“You’re picky,” Michael concluded, shaking his head. “I deserve to be,” she said quietly. “You do too.” They passed another few miles in silence. 

“You know,” Maggie said, “I hear Disney’s coming out with a new princess movie soon. And you could take her out for ice cream after.” She gave Michael a mischievous look. 

Michael gave a reluctant grin and his eyes sparkled in the lights of passing cars. “You, Mary Margaret Flynn, are a smart ass. It’s kind of endearing.” 

She grinned at him. “You’re welcome!” she teased. 

He poured them both more bourbon. “In a pain-in-the-ass sort of way.” They both laughed. 

“Mags,” she heard out of the shifting fog. “We’re back in town. I need you to tell us where to go.” 

She opened her eyes and realized that she’d been sleeping with her head on Michael’s shoulder. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.” She sat up abruptly. “I didn’t realize... I wish you’d awakened me.” 

“No worries. But we need to know exactly where to take Ben and where your place is.” 

Maggie could see the driver watching her in the rearview mirror. “My place. Right.” She gave the address and the driver thanked her, the partition whooshing back into place. “Ben can sleep it off on my couch. It won’t be the first time.” 

The car came to a stop in front of Maggie’s apartment. “Nice building, Mags. Is the whole thing yours?” 

She fairly snorted. “In my dreams! One day when I’m rich and famous, I’ll have my own brownstone. For now I’m happy with a tiny part of the second floor.” She smiled gratefully. “Thanks again for the ride. You are a life saver.” She moved to open the door but the driver was there first. 

“Let me help you get him inside,” Michael offered. They both glanced at Ben, who hadn’t so much as shifted during the entire ride. 

She looked back at Michael. “Probably a good idea. I won’t be able to get him up the stairs by myself.” They succeeded in rousing Ben enough for him to put his arms around their shoulders and they moved him to the sidewalk. 

Michael spoke quietly to the driver, who nodded before returning to the driver’s seat and slowly driving away. Maggie looked at him questioningly. “I told him to and a place to park. I’ll call him after we get your date settled.” 

They managed the stairs and Michael leaned Ben between himself and the wall as Maggie unlocked the door and let them into her apartment. “Let’s just lay him on the couch,” she said, cocking her head in the direction of a large grey velvet sofa with navy blue accent pillows. 

They worked together to get the unconscious and snoring Ben safely onto the couch, Michael studiously ignoring the way his jacket gapped open, inviting views of Maggie’s breasts as she leaned over to place a pillow under Ben’s head. 

“Thank you so much, Michael,” she said as she removed his jacket and held it uncertainly. “Can I o er you a beer or coffee or something? Or do you need to go?” 

“Coffee sounds good,” he answered. 

Maggie smiled brightly as she gently placed his jacket over the back of a kitchen chair and set about making coffee. Michael wandered around the living room area to the bay window and looked out over the street. He turned back around to take in the view of the room. It was small, of course, but nice in a quirky sort of way. She’d left on a dim lamp near the window that gave enough light to the space without being intrusive. “This is a nice place,” he commented. 

She smiled at him from the kitchen counter. “Thanks. And again, I really appreciate your giving us a ride.” 

“Mags, you’ve thanked me about a thousand times,” he said gently.

She blushed slightly. “Well, I didn’t want to forget,” she said sheepishly. He watched her as she worked in the kitchen, measuring out coffee into a French press, putting a kettle of water on the stove, little mundane domestic tasks. His mind skipped to ashes of her from throughout the night. Slowly it dawned on him what it was about Maggie that made him uncomfortable. 

She’s real. She has no hidden agenda. She isn’t playing some game, she doesn’t want anything from me. He sighed deeply. She’s the kind of girl who could make you forget your own rules. 

Michael slowly crossed the room and stood by the kitchen counter. “Can I help with something?” 

“No, it’s all done. We’re just waiting for the water to boil.” She leaned back resting her hand on the counter. 

He gently placed his hand on hers. “You...are very dangerous,” he whispered, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it softly, his deep brown eyes peering into hers. Her brow furrowed, perplexed. 

Gently, he tilted up her chin with his fingers and leaned down, meeting her lips with his own, lightly at first, and then more urgently. He ran his other hand down the smooth fabric of the back of her dress coming to rest on her rm ass as he probed her mouth with his tongue, seeking hers. 

Maggie responded, matching the heat of his kiss, reaching up, tangling her fingers in the hair behind his ear, giving herself over to his embrace. Michael’s hand left her ass and smoothed its way back up to her side, her ribs, stopping just under her breast. Reluctantly he pulled himself away. 

Maggie breathlessly gazed up at him. He smiled gently. “We’re both a little drunk,” he said. “Which is why I’d better go.” Tenderly, he kissed her once again and walked out the door. 


Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida. She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance. She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night. The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels, includes Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, and For Sparrow.

Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy romance. In the meantime, you can find more of her work through Amazon and Goodreads.

Posted on Jan 02, 2018


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