Bobby Meets His Match-Chapter 5

Bobby finally has his date with Cathy. Lots of talk in this part. Next part has the sexy stuff. Please leave reviews, as I live for them.

Cathy's head ached in addition to her foot throbbing. This day sucked. It was only 10:00 am and she had already had to deal with an angry parent and an urgent phone call from her boss. She had been up late last night working on her presentation that was due tomorrow, but it wasn't finished. Not to mention her office still looked like a tornado hit it. She sat down on the floor and tried to put some order to the office. She hobbled around, putting books and binders back on shelves.

The phone rang at about 10:30. She wasn't going to answer it, because she was so busy. But since the number said restricted, she wasn't sure if it was a parent or another agency. IT took a lot of effort to push herself off the floor and grab the phone.

"Cathy Jurgens," She answered it, a bit distracted and out of breath.

" Hi, Cathy, its Bobby." That beautiful male voice filled the line.

Oh, God, Bobby! Her heart started racing just at the sound of his voice.

"Is everything ok? You sound out of breath?"

Damn, if only he knew.

"I'm good, thanks, I just rushed to get the phone."

" I just wanted to call and see how your ankle and head are after last night," said the deep voice that made her heart race.

How sweet is that? Bobby was so protective.

" Um, they are fine. My ankle is still really swollen, but I've been icing it. My head doesn't even hurt anymore."

She heard his soft voice chuckling. " Does your office still look like a war zone?"

" Yes, but I've been hobbling around picking things up."

"You should stay off that ankle and keep it elevated as much as possible. I'll massage it for you on Saturday."

Oh, shit. Now her panties are wet at the thought of Bobby touching her feet.

"Are we still good for Saturday?"

"Absolutely."

"I'll pick you up at six. Wear dressy casual.."

As soon as Cathy hung up the phone, she started to panic. She hadn't even had a date in forever, and she'd NEVER had one with a guy as hot as Bobby. What the heck would she wear? What would she talk about? An interesting guy like Bobby probably wouldn't be interested in someone as ordinary as she was. Plus, she had issues. And few guys want to deal with a woman's baggage, even though they usually have plenty of baggage of their own.

This was why she hated dating. All her experiences with men had been bad ones. Usually they walked out on her, or were emotionally unavailable, or players. She hadn't had much traffic from the kinds of guys she wanted to date. Bobby seemed too good to be true. Guys like that never hung out with women like her.

She sighed. At least she would get a nice dinner and conversation with a hot guy.

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Lester grinned like an idiot as he came out of the bonds office. He had heard Bobby on the phone with Cathy.

"Dude, you called her to see how her foot was? Next thing you know you'll be sending her flowers and shit. Just fuck her already, would you?"

" I was worried about her. I wanted to make sure her ankle was ok," Bobby said. Why the fuck was he explaining himself to Lester?

" Worried about her? Rangemen don't worry. You are starting to sound like a damn woman," Lester taunted, as he put the SUV in gear and headed out after their latest skip.

Bobby was getting pretty pissed off. Lester wouldn't have any idea how to treat a real woman. He never really "went out" with woman, just had sex with them. So he had no right to ridicule Bobby for liking a classy woman.

Bobby couldn't think of a good response to Lester's accusation. He WAS thinking and worrying a lot about Cathy. But that didn't make him a woman, it made him a sweet tough guy.

"Fuck you, Santos" was all he could think of to say.

He wasn't about to admit that he had almost come into work late today so he could help her clean up her office, so she wouldn't have to hobble around picking things up.

They were tracking "Slick Willie" A repeat offender who , by some weird twist of fate, kept getting bailed out of jail despite numerous felony arrests.

Bobby couldn't keep his mind off of Cathy. He never had a problem getting woman or sex. But he'd never met a woman like her before. He didn't want her to think that he just wanted sex. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her to like him. All of him. Bobby never usually made himself "emotionally available"to women.

He never really let a woman get to know him. What if Cathy got to know him and didn't like him, other than for sex? He had issues, hell everyone did, but , well, three tours of duty in a war zone had left him with emotional scars. What woman would want to deal with that?

"Pay the fuck attention, Romeo, " Lester yelled, as Slick went running straight past Bobby, weapon drawn.

Shit. It wasn't like Bobby to get distracted from his job by thoughts of a woman. He went racing after Lester to catch Slick. Lester would never let him live it down that he had let a skip get by because he was daydreaming about a woman.

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Cathy ran her fingers over the deep green silk shirt and black pants she wore. Paired with a set of 3 ½ inch heels, and she didn't think she looked bad at all. Of course, she wouldn't be able to walk far in the heels with her ankle swollen like that, but they would be sitting and eating, not walking. Bobby was so huge, she would look ridiculously short next to him if she didn't wear heels.

She had just put the finishing touches on her makeup when the doorbell rang. "Oh, God," that's him, she thought. She spent another moment fussing with her hair, then went to answer the door.

She opened the door and instantly felt lightheaded. Oh, God, Bobby looked so amazing. He looked great in his work "uniform", but now he looked even better. He was wearing black pants and a dark blue shirt that seemed to strain over his muscles. It set off his black hair and made his chocolate brown eyes sparkle. He smiled and Cathy was pretty sure she would faint.

"Hi," he said, with that killer smile. His eyes roamed over Cathy's outfit and seemed to simmer with desire. "You look beautiful. I brought you a present," he said, holding out a small brown bag.

Bobby felt stupid standing in her apartment holding out a brown bag. She looked so gorgeous, so fucking sexy. Those slacks just molded to her ass and the sweater fit her curves beautifully. He swallowed and thrust the bag at her. " I got you a little present." How the fuck was he going to make it all the way through dinner without jumping her. Hell, he couldn't even jump her after dinner. Classy woman never put out on the first date.

The quizzical look in her eyes was charming. She reached in the bag and pulled out a giant deadbolt lock. He saw the confusion on her face, then she smiled. " Oh, because you said my locks are so crappy. That's so sweet. Thank- you."

Well, he did work for a security company, so it makes sense he would notice the locks, Cathy thought. It was a sweet, personal gift. Any guy could bring candy, protective Bobby brought a lock.

Of course, Bobby drove a truck. A big, huge one. He held the door for her, oh my God. He had manners. The truck was so huge that he had to boost Cathy up onto the seat.

Bobby guided her into the restaurant with his hand on the small of her back. Damn, it was all he could do to keep his touch light on her soft skin. He wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless. She was so small that he only had to look down to have a perfect view of the swell of her breasts. He sat down quickly to hide his enormous hard-on.

Bobby ordered a bottle of wine. Neither of them ate much of their entrees because they were so busy staring at each other.

" One brother, two sisters," he answered in response to her question about his family.

"Are you the oldest?"

" Middle child," he said. Damn. Cathy thought. He is a man of few words, the strong silent type.

" So how do you like working at …Rangeman, it it?"

"It is an interesting job. I enjoy it." Wow. Two whole sentences together. It didn't seem like Bobby was being deliberately cryptic, he just was to the point and succinct.

" You were in the war in Iraq?"

" Navy SEAL," he said. "

" You must have seen some terrible things over there."

Bobby winced inwardly. This was his sore spot. He didn't like to talk about what had happened over there. He never had, to anyone. "Most of it is classified. I don't like to talk about it."

Cathy touched his hand and, and he almost flinched away. Damn. He couldn't think when she touched him. His dick was so hard he was going to explode.

" How did you learn so much about medicine?" She asked.

" Well, I figured as a SEAL, I knew a lot of ways to kill. I wanted to learn how to heal , too. I wound up being the unit medic in combat, then a paramedic."

Cathy was amazed. Bobby was so interesting. He lived such a cool life. She was afraid that he would start asking her questions, and then he'd be bored by the answers.

Bobby took her hand, and then she found out that he wasn't always cryptic. He asked her about her family. His huge thumb was tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand. All she could think about was how warm and…

" Cathy?" he smiled. " You do have a family, right?

" Um, yes, I have a brother and two parents. My brother is younger. They both live in the Midwest. I have a cat. See, that is called answering a question," she said coyly, smiling at him. He smiled back and he kept stroking the back of her hand. All she could think about was his fingers on her breasts and …

Bobby must have read her mind, because he was suddenly as anxious to leave as she was. He paid cash for the meal and left a large tip, Cathy noticed. He helped her up and guided her out with his hand on the small of her back again.

"stopit, stopit, stopit," Bobby urged himself. " stop thinking about running your hands over her breasts and holding that ass in your hands. Classy woman don't have sex on the first date."

Cathy watched Bobby's hands as he drove back to her place. He had become even more cryptic since they left the restaurant. She watched his large, powerful hands guide the huge vehicle effortlessly. She licked her lips and saw him flinch. Those hands were so large and strong and warm. She wanted, had to have his hands on her. She tried to stop thinking about sex. She didn't want Bobby to think she was a skank or a slut. Just watching him made her shirt of breath.

When they got back to her apartment, Bobby lifted her out of the truck, and he had to force himself to take his hands off her once she was on the ground.

"Why don't you come in," she said, not wanting to let him go. He took the keys from her and unlocked the door, entering the apartment first. Total alpha male. Her bad ankle hurt and was so swollen she almost couldn't get the strap of her heels off.

Bobby was going crazy. She had invited him in, but he had to keep his hands off of her. She was a classy woman, not a slut. She wouldn't want sex on the first date.

The lock he had brought her was lying on the table, and Bobby grabbed it like it was his savior. "Ok, dammit, put your hands on the lock instead of her, he thought.

"Do you have any tools?" he asked.

She hobbled over and brought out a miniscule tool box- pink no less. Now that was a travesty- a fucking pink toolbox. He went to his truck and got his real tools.

As Bobby installed the lock, he watched her putting ice on her foot. Damn, when she leaned over, he could see all the way down her breasts and –shit, suddenly he couldn't even screw right. Screw- don't say " screwing", he chided himself. Locks were not what he wanted to be screwing.

Bobby finished with the lock and watched Cathy ice her foot with frozen peas. Shit. He should have gotten her an icepack. " Why don't you lie down and elevate that?, " he suggested. She laid down on the couch and he put pillows under her foot.

Bobby HAD to touch her. " Let me massage it. Massage helps stimulate the bloodflow and speeds healing.

Bobby carefully took her small foot in his hands. Shit. Her skin was so soft, and the red of her toenails was a serious turnon. He reminded himself of why he didn't like small women , as he carefully rubbed her foot. The warmth of her skin set him on fire as he tried to keep his touch clinical.

Cathy watched Bobby's large, strong hands, gently massaging her foot. His deep brown eyes watched her face as his fingers stroked her . She couldn't breathe when he touched her like that. Damn. She wanted him to touch her like that everywhere. Shit. Would he think she was easy or a slut if she let him on the first date? Did she care anymore?

Bobby finished rubbing her swollen foot, then forced himself to put it back on the pillow.

"well, I should probably…", he said, turning towards the door.

Cathy interrupted him by grabbing his hand, and holding it in hers.

" You know," she said. " I have a couple of other parts that need to have better blood flow."

She put his hand on her breast, and he could feel her heat and softness through her sweater. The next thing Bobby knew, his mouth was attached to hers and he was kissing her senseless, his hand gently squeezing her breast.

Lester was going to win that damn pool.