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Chapter 5: Pep Talks
"You have to wear a dress." Bobby said with an arrogant grin.
Tara groaned, "A dress? You're killing me here, Bobby." Her head dropped back and she let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine. I'll wear a dress for one night. That's it. You're just lucky you thought of something original unlike most guys these days. A dozen red roses is getting a little old." Tara grumbled.
"Great. I'll pick you up at 6:30, that alright?"
"Yeah," Tara smiled, surprise to find that it was sincere, "I'll be ready and waiting."
Still smiling Bobby lightly knocked on the corner of Tara's desk and walked across the room back to his computer.
"What are you doing?" Tara asked herself, standing in front of the full length mirror. The off-the-shoulder, tea-length, cinnamon in color dress hugged her curves in all the right places, gracefully flaring just inches past her knees. Tulle fabric in the same color was peaking out a mere two inches past and under the chiffon fabric, adding a flirty personality. "How are you supposed to remain professional tonight when it's soo clear that you're so clearly not free of feelings for Bobby?" Tara interrogated herself, "You cannot let Lucy and Sue down! No buts about it!" She groaned, "Speaking of butts…" she unwillingly began daydreaming. "No!" Tara slapped her forehead. "Do not even go there Tara!" Her mind drifted off, wistfully she smirked, "But you have to admit, Bobby's butt is pretty darn – NO! No no no no no! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! This is for the good of all womankind! Don't get personal, this is just like work, remain pro-fess-ion-al." She took in a deep breath. "You can do this Tare, just remember," her mind went places better left undiscovered, "Bobby's smile is soo adorable, his eyes magnificent…" Tara rolled her eyes, "Why do I keep doing this to myself? I have to forget about his disarming smile and gorgeous blue eyes, and…" she smiled, "Bobby's butt – STOP!" She screamed at herself. "Okay, girl, from now on you keep those eyes of yours well above waist level, got it?" She pointed a finger at the image of her reflected in the mirror. "Breath, in…" she followed her instructions, "…out…in…out…butt…no…in…out." She examined herself. "Hair; check. Dress; check. Shoes; check. Brushed teeth; check. Okay, I can do this. Of course I can. I work for the FBI, this is no problem. There is nothing to worry about," Tara shook her head. "I'll be fine."
The doorbell rang. "I am so screwed." Tara inhaled and walked to the door, taking in another deep breath before she settled her hand on the doorknob. "I can do this." She turned the knob. Tara frowned as she felt panic settle in. "Stanley? What are you doing here?"
A/N: Hope ya likey! review if ya did or i'll take as a 'no, i don't like it'