Winning for Losing
2. Mango Slice As Nice
She was looking over some case files in the layout room. She was trying to concentrate on what she was looking at, but she simply could. Maybe it was because she was preoccupied with what to wear.
A little black dress, Catherine thought to herself. Mm, no, too corny, and the one that I have is WAY too little.
She pushed her hair out of her face and continued to go through the box of evidence and files.
Besides, when does he plan on taking me out to this "fabulous dinner"? Catherine asked herself, a bit peeved. It's been a week!
Just then, Warrick walked in.
"If that is more paperwork, then I shall have to kill you and make it look like an accident," Catherine mused, trying to be flirty.
Who flirts with that? She asked herself.
Warrick chuckled.
"Then I guess I should haul my ass out of here," he chuckled.
"Mm," Catherine agreed as she rolled her eyes. "Please tell me it's at least important to this case."
"Nah," he said. "It's a complaint from the suspect for police brutality and the mess we left behind."
"Well, just put it in the BS pile over there," she said.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Catherine threw her pencil down and turned to face Warrick.
He smirked.
"What?"
"When do you plan on taking me out to that dinner I won?" She asked with a smile. "I've been waiting a week."
Warrick looked into her Caribbean blue eyes and smirked again.
"Well, impatient one," he began. "I planned for tonight."
Catherine pushed her radiant hair behind her ear, blushing madly.
"Well, how convenient, Mr. Brown," she sighed. "I have to go shopping now."
Warrick looked her over with interest and quite lustfully if she wasn't mistaken.
"What?" She asked, feeling self-conscious.
He nodded.
"Don't worry about that," he said, turning back to his paper work. "I'll hook you up. I know your color."
Catherine raised her eyebrows and turned back to her work.
"You see how to do that now?" Catherine asked Lindsay as she helped her with her math homework.
"Yes mom," the girl sighed. "I hate math."
"Aw, don't hate it baby," Catherine coaxed. "You'll have to do it for the next ten or so years."
Catherine laughed when Lindsay groaned as the doorbell rang.
Catherine answered it, and a delivery guy was just leaving. She looked down on her doormat and found a dozen roses atop a box. She picked up both items and went inside.
"Who was it mom?" Lindsay asked from the kitchen table.
"Just a delivery guy," Catherine said with a smile.
The box was white with a black velvet bow on it. She put the flowers on the coffee table and opened up the box.
She gasped.
Inside was an elegant mango colored dress.
She pulled it out and inspected it. It was an ankle length dress with a cascade around the shoulders with spaghetti straps. A pretty shawl came with it too and she smiled as she pulled out the little card.
Mango is definitely your color.
Enjoy the roses, and I'll pick you up at
5.
-Warrick