Winning for Losing
3. Doorstep Tango
Five o'clock on the dot.
He rang her doorbell, unsure of whether he would be able to remain on his feet when he saw her.
The evening dress that the woman at Linus picked was perfect; on the hanger. Warrick could only imagine what it would possibly look like on Catherine. The woman looked gorgeous in anything professional. But tonight, they were on a totally different plane: outside of work, and on their own time.
He'd missed the chance to see her in that little black number she had on for Ecklie's promotion banquet. From the way some of the women around the lab described it, he had dreams about Catherine in that dress for days.
Warrick had never been this nervous about taking a woman out before. Of course, outwardly, it didn't show. He wasn't about to regress back to his awkward teenage years, made more awkward by a young, pubescent, foxy (that was the lingo then), redheaded dance team member bully by the name of then Catherine Bradshaw.
It's just dinner, he thought to himself. Just try and stay completely under control. Depending on how she looks in that dress. What she has on doesn't really matter. She could go grunge and I still wouldn't be able to be around her for more than ten minutes…
Warrick rang the doorbell again and he heard her muffled voice from within the house.
"Coming!" She said.
Great, she's still primping, he thought. She's taking her time. I thought she might not take this as seriously as I am. She's probably scared of where this might go. This can go places…I mean, not that I'm just doing this to get her to certain places…I'm not that kind of guy…but damn, seven years I've worked with this woman and hoped that we could take what we have beyond friendship. But if this does go places I'll be extremely-
The door opened up and Warrick sidelined his thoughts when he saw Catherine.
"Hi," she said with a nervous smile.