Bobby meets His Match- Chapter 4
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"AAAGGHHH!" Cathy screamed as the dark clothed, gun wielding men appeared in her peripheral vision. She tried to turn, but lost her balance, and toppled, dropping the binder that had been in her hand. The man in the lead seemed to have split second reflexes. He quickly put his gun away and reached out to try to break her fall, but she felt her ankle twist and she saw stars as the heavy binder hit her on the head. The lead man, What the hell? It was Bobby Brown, had his arm around her, breaking her fall.
It took a few seconds before Cathy realized what had happened, and how foolish she must look, IPOD earpods hanging down on her suit. . " What the hell are you doing? You can't just barge in here like that. She put a hand to her chest.. " Are you trying to give me a heart attack, sneaking up on me like that? ," she yelled at them. Her heart was racing so hard that she was pretty sure the guys could see it pounding in her chest. Cathy wasn't sure if her heart was pounding so hard from the scare, or from the thrill of being in Bobby's arms.
He steadied her and then carefully sat her in the chair. The second guy looked like he was fighting not to smile. He said, " ma'am, we are from Rangeman Security. You tripped the alarm. We DID announce ourselves." He seemed offended to have to explain himself. "Are you hurt?"
Now that the immediate scare was over, Cathy discovered that she was shaking, and her ankle really hurt. When she turned on the chair , she must have twisted it, and the ankle buckled in the four inch heels. Her head hurt a bit, too. But as far as she was concerned, the biggest injury was to her dignity. She was mortified that this amazing guy had caught her (literally) in such an embarrassing situation. But her ankle hurt like hell.
Bobby was squatting in front of her chair. "Cathy, right?", he said. She was thrilled that he had remembered her name. " Yes, Cathy", was all she could say, mesmerized by his dark eyes and calm velvety voice. "Cathy, it looks like you hurt your ankle. Can I take a look at it? I have medical training as you remember." At her assent, his strong hands propped her foot on his knee and gently and carefully he took off her shoe. "You are Bobby, right?", Cathy asked, as if she didn't know. Bobby smiled. God, he had the most gorgeous smile. "Yes, and the other guy with me is Ranger." As he spoke, his strong, gentle fingers were carefully rotating and probing her ankle. It was already starting to swell. Cathy noticed that Ranger had gone and returned a few minutes later with a medical kit.
She watched Bobby activate an instant icepack, apply it to her ankle, buffer it with towels, then wrap it with duct tape so that the ice pack would stay on without her holding it. She couldn't take her eyes off his hands. He worked so confidently and efficiently. "Well, I don't think its broken, but you will need to get X-rays to find out for sure. " He touched her head and she flinched. " you have a gooseegg, too. From getting hit on the head with that thing. Does it hurt?" Cathy shook her head no. The ice was numbing her ankle and she was so inebriated just looking at Bobby that nothing hurt. Bobby felt the lump and made her answer simple questions and looked at her eyes with a penlight.
Ranger had been looking around at the mess in the office curiously. "Why were you trashing this office?" Cathy looked up at him and grinned. The guy called Ranger was handsome, but not in the same way Bobby was. " Its my office. I am a social worker and I have to do a presentation. I was looking for the paperwork I need to do the presentation. And, well, I guess I couldn't find it." The corners of the man's mouth turned up in a slight grin, and he shook his head, possibly in amusement. No wonder. The office look like a tornado hit it.
'Thanks, Bobby, for fixing me up." Cathy took off her other shoe and tried to stand, quickly finding that her right foot would not hold its share of her weight. " Bobby reached out and steadied her, gently shoving her back into the chair, saying " You really should go to the ER and get the X-rays and get that goose egg checked out." Cathy didn't want to go to the ER, but the "protective alpha-male"vibe Bobby was giving off was so damn sexy. It was nice to have someone care about her, even a relatively total stranger. But she was already mortified about this meeting, and she didn't want the embarrassment prolonged.
"It feels better already. I don't think its broken. I 'll just go home and put ice on it, and elevate it. See, I WAS paying attention in class the other night." Bobby smiled at her indulgently and Cathy thought she might faint.
Ranger was looking back and forth between them, a questioning look on his face. "Did you two know each other before tonight?," he asked, suspecting he already knew. Bobby nodded. "I met Cathy a few days ago at court and then again at my first aid class." Ranger smiled. So THIS was the girl that had thrown Bobby for a loop. Ranger had money in Lester's "when will Bobby get banged" pool , and now he saw a way to hasten the process along.
" Cathy, you aren't going to be able to drive with that injured ankle. Plus, you might have a head injury. Why don't you let Bobby take you to the ER, and then home? She flinched at the thought of being in a car, then her apartment, with Bobby. Her apartment was a mess. There were probably books and papers scattered all over, since she'd been doing her paperwork at home. And when had she last changed the cat box? It was embarrassing to have this gorgeous man see her apartment.
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Bobby couldn't believe the luck, meeting her here like this. Ok, so maybe it wasn't the best thing for her. She had at least a sprained ankle after all. But it gave him the perfect opportunity to see her again, and he didn't even need to worry about calling her. Now it looked like Ranger was giving him the perfect opportunity to spend more time with her. Having her in his arms, touching her, even to examine her ankle, was driving him crazy. His fingers seemed so huge against her small ankle. It was all he could do to keep from running his hands up her sexy legs. His dick was hard as a rock. He could touch her soft, shapely legs and her breasts peeking up from the low cut green suit. He wanted to fuck her so badly.
"Stop it, Bobby," he told himself. Don't be a pig and try to take advantage of her getting hurt. Besides, he didn't just want to fuck this woman. He wanted to get to know her. And in his experience, women who wanted relationships never put out on the first date. She looked too classy for that.
She struggled to get up, and he put his arm around her to help her. " Ok, you can take me home if you like, but I have to get my paperwork first. I have to work on my presentation tonight." She started to hobble around the room, gathering the papers that she needed. She bent over to pick up a few that fell on the floor and almost fell over again. Her earbuds were still blaring Green Day's "American Idiot." So much for being the cream puff that Bobby had first thought.
Bobby couldn't believe the junk that was in her car. It wasn't slovenly, just cluttered with papers and things. He waited while she hobbled over and got all the stuff off the passenger side so she could get in. Bobby couldn't even get in the drivers side without adjusting the seat. She was so damn short. He had to remind himself again that he didn't like small women. Shit. The car had that same damn female smell that she did.
Cathy couldn't believe a guy like Bobby Brown was in her car. He was so huge that the car looked miniature in comparison. This was definitely a guy who drove a truck, or maybe a tank. She couldn't believe that Bobby Brown was in her car, taking her home. He quickly and efficiently started the car and backed out. She couldn't stop staring at his hands. It was amazing how he made even the simple act of driving a car seem sexy. He didn't say anything and for the first few minutes the car was filled with awkward silence. She kept giving him sidelong glances, wanting to look at him without him noticing.
She smiled nervously. " Your job must be very interesting, going into buildings with guns drawn."
"It can be," he said. Wow. He was quite the talker, wasn't he, she thought. I guess he's the strong, silent type.
" I guess I should learn the alarm code before I go into the building at night or weekends again."
Bobby inwardly grimaced. She shouldn't be in that building alone at night. Not in that part of town. Didn't she realize that? And what the hell was she doing standing on a chair in 4 inch heels.
" You shouldn't go to the building alone after hours. It isn't safe. And you should use a ladder next time instead of standing on a chair. Its not safe to stand on a chair."
Besides, he had a great visual of her up a ladder with that skirt on, his mind travelling up her legs to her panties. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Ok, he couldn't think of her in panties right now. He was trying to figure out how the hell he was going to handle it when he got to her house. He wanted to go in and have sex with her, but she was injured. He would be a pig to take advantage of that. Besides, this woman was so classy. She was definitely not the "quickie one night stand" type. She would never have sex with him on the first date. And really, this didn't actually count as a date.
Cathy didn't ask how he knew her address without asking. That should have made her wary, but it just made him more mysterious and sexy to her. He helped her out of the car and she leaned on him as she hobbled towards her apartment. She probably could have made it by herself, but she wanted to feel his hard muscles against her. Luckily, she lived on the first floor and wouldn't have to contend with stairs.
Bobby immediately noticed her apartment wasn't great for a single woman living alone. Granted, she lived in a quiet middle class suburb of Trenton with a very low crime rate, but shit, crime happened everywhere. He watched her open her pathetic locks that just about anyone the slightest bit streetwise could open without a problem. As soon as the key hit the lock, they were greeted by a loud "mreeeow," and a medium sized gray and white cat came running to greet her.
Bobby noticed the large sliding glass door with crappy locks. She did have a piece of wood jammed into the frame so that it couldn't be pulled open. " You should get better locks on this place. Anyone could get in here pretty easily if they wanted to."
Oh, right, Cathy thought. He works for a security company. She sat down on the couch, putting her foot on the coffee table. Bobby crouched down and inspected it again. The swelling had mostly stopped. He went to her freezer for another ice pack. Great. She didn't have an ice pack. He brought a bag of frozen peas and wrapped them up the same as he had the ice pack. He touched her head. The throbbing seemed to lessen at his touch. " I still think you should go to the ER and have this checked out. You could have a head injury." He looked into her eyes again, then let go of her chin , apparently satisfied that the injury wasn't serious. He got some Tylenol form her bathroom and brought it to her with a glass of water.
Bobby noted that her apartment was basic, but comfortable. She wouldn't be winning any neatness awards. There were dishes in the sink and papers scattered all over the coffee table , table , and desk. When he'd gotten the Tylenol from her bathroom, he'd noticed stuff, all sorts of stuff, everywhere on the counter and side of the tub. It kind of reminded him of Stephanie, only Cathy was cuter.
There was no other excuse to stay, so Bobby got ready to leave. He handed her a Rangeman card with his cell # on the back of it. " Here's my card. If you start feeling dizzy or headaches or you decide you need to go to the ER later, just call me." She smiled, making Bobby get hard as a rock. Ok, asshole, this is it. Last chance, he thought.
He crouched down next to her. " Um, it looks like you will be busy working on this presentation until Friday. Would you like to go to dinner on Saturday night? " Cathy almost stopped breathing. Bobby had asked her out. In what alternate reality did something like that happen? He probably wanted to make it up to her for scaring her. "Um, sure. I' d love to, " she said.
Bobby smiled that gorgeous, heart stopping smile. " Ok, I'll call you. He stood up, not really wanting to leave. " Well, um, are you sure you'll be ok?" he asked. "Sure, I will work on my presentation for awhile and then go to bed." Bobby tried not to think about her in bed. Shit. " Well, um, I am going to go. Someone is probably here to take me back to Rangeman. Have a good night."
Shit. Why the fuck did it have to be Lester who picked him up. Goddamn. As soon as he opened the SUV, Lester started in on him. Lester sniffed Bobby. " What the hell are you doing?", Bobby asked.
" I don't smell sex," Lester was disappointed.
"Of course you don't smell sex. There wasn't any sex. She hurt her ankle and I brought her home."
Lester looked at him incredulously. " Ranger gave you the perfect opportunity to take her home and get her into bed, and you didn't do it? What the fuck is the matter with you?" Lester slapped him on the head.
"Ow. She was hurt and I wasn't going to be a pig and take advantage of that. Besides, she isn't the type to put out the first time she's alone with a guy. She's classy. Not that you'd know anything about classy women, dickhead." Lester was really pissing Bobby off now.
They bickered about it all the way back to Rangeman. Ranger and Steph were in the control room. Lester was ranting to everyone about how Bobby blew the perfect chance to have sex with Cathy.
Bobby went to his cubicle and sat down. He was still a bit stunned by the encounter with Cathy. Steph came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. " You are a sweet guy, Bobby Brown. I am glad you didn't use the opportunity to have sex with her. It shows her what a nice guy you are."
Bobby looked at the paper with Cathy's name on it. Fuck "nice guy". He couldn't wait for Saturday night.
