A City Park Ranger trades in her identity for one night of loving an older woman who refuses to accept the real her.
In, I’m You Baby Tonight, suppose you could be anybody that you wanted for one night. You could dress up in a magical costume and party ‘til the sun came up. Nobody not even your mother, if you had a mother, would know it was you. Suppose you learned a woman that you’d always wanted but had rejected you a million times, was attending the party, too. What do you do? Would you go to the party? If you went, who would you be and what would you wear? How would you recognize her?
You decide on a great disguise for the Halloween party. You’re dressed as the gangster Al Capone and you discover she’s Raggedy Andy. After a few minutes of discomfort, the two of you connect at the party. She doesn’t suspect that it’s you underneath the gangster disguise. You and she dance and talk most of the night. The two of you have so much fun that you wind up making love that night.
You feel guilty about the ruse you used on her. Do you tell her it was you or let her think she’s met someone new? Can you be satisfied with just one night? Can she? When Andy discovers Capone’s trickery, she’s angry but also embarrassed by her own lack of control around Capone and so she resolves never to see Capone again. Can Andy really stick to her vow? Will Capone tell Andy who she really is?
Excerpt
Three hours later, the phone rang, rousing Deidre. Her mouth felt like dried cotton balls. “Hullo?” she answered in a voice that sounded hoarse and dull to her own ears.
“I just wanted to see if you were still up working on those papers.”
Deidre groaned when she recognized the voice. “How did you get my number?” She sighed, remembering the woman called her earlier about the lost wallet. Being a park ranger meant she was a probably a peace officer or knew somebody who was. It wouldn’t be hard for her to find out whatever she wanted to know about her. “Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.”
“Your voice sounds sexy when you’re tired. It’s kinda husky and breathless.”
Deidre ignored the compliment. “Why did you call, Zeno?”
“You’re gonna laugh.”
“I doubt it.”
Kayla cleared her throat. “Quincy called me. We talked about you. She said you two didn’t exchange contact information. She wondered if I could help when I told her about your lost wallet. I didn’t feel right about giving out personal information without your permission so I ….”
“So you figured to use it for yourself!”
“No, I thought I’d ask if you want me to give your number to Quincy. If not, she wants you to have her number. She said whatever you want is fine with her.”
“Somehow, I can’t imagine you in the role as Cupid. You’re much too tall, too bold and you have way too much attitude, Ms. Zeno!”
“Do you want me to give her the damned number or not?” Kayla replied using a sharper tone than she meant to do.
Deidre almost giggled into the phone. She’d finally gotten under the woman’s skin and it felt good. “You sound annoyed, Ms. Zeno.”
“And you sound a little too satisfied, Ms. Adams.”
“Ooo, I like the sound of that but I didn’t know you could hear satisfaction. I always thought you had to feel it.” Deidre remarked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Do I give it to Quincy or not?”
“Oh my, you sound so businesslike.”
“Just answer the damned question!”
“Yes, you may give my number to Quincy. Zeno, you, on the other hand had better develop amnesia when it comes to my number! Is that clear, Officer Zeno?”
“I guess calling you Saturday morning to ask how your dinner with Quincy went, isn’t possible, is it?”
“Damn straight!”
“Okay, okay fine, I’ll tell her.”
“Be a good girl and hang up so I can ….” Deidre frowned as soon as she realized she was speaking to an empty phone line. Kayla Zeno didn’t give her the opportunity to finish insulting her and that was annoying. She’d finally gotten the better of Officer Kayla Zeno and she wanted to continue the process. She felt good…tired but good. Two women wanted her company tonight. That never happened to her before. She glanced at the papers stacked on the rollaway desk and sighed. There was no way she had the energy to read the ten papers from her adult education class.
She taught English composition and critical analysis two nights a week at Bronx Community College besides her job with the Board of Education as a staff developer. Kayla Zeno was correct about one thing she said tonight, she’d have to tell her students she was extending the deadline for their papers.
She looked through the wallet in her hand and said a small prayer of thanks that everything was just as she’d left it. Tomorrow morning, she’d notify the credit card companies and see if she needed to cancel her accounts. She was just too tired to do that tonight. She checked the alarm system on the first floor then trudged upstairs to bed.
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
