INSERT YOUR NAME HERE AND BOBBY G
(Just for fun-for Bobby's Girls)
Bobby was sitting at a corner table checking his phone messages. When I walked into the diner, he saw me, smiled and gave me that look that made my knees go funny. He stood up and held my chair.
"What would you like?" he asked, motioning the waiter over. I couldn't really think because being in the same room with him was totally disarming, but being close enough to smell his cologne was intoxicating.
"Mocha latte for the lady," he said to the waiter, perhaps sensing that my mind was elsewhere. It was quite a trick to get both of our minds together at the same time anyway.
"Thank you," I said sheepishly. He put his hand over mine and looked into my eyes in that way he has that makes you feel like you are the only two people in the universe.
"How are you?" he asked.
I swallowed and raised my eyebrows innocently. "Fine. Yourself?"
He thought a moment, "Well, I don't have a partner again."
"That's the third one since Alex!"
He nodded. "Ross says he can't find anyone who wants to work with me." There was a trace of hurt in his eyes, like a little boy who was the last one chosen at recess.
"Bobby, you intimidate people. You make them feel stupid. Make them look bad to the boss," I said.
He looked at me and rested his chin on his palm. "I don't mean to."
"I know. Of course you don't. The only solution is to clone you."
He laughed, "I was hoping the solution was that you could be my partner."
After an armada of inappropriate thoughts and images paraded through my head, I finally managed, "Huh?'
He poked my shoulder and then his own, "You and me. Whadya say?"
I exhaled, "Oh. No."
"Why not?" he demanded.
"You…um, your partner needs to be a genius. Like you."
"Hey, don't sell yourself short. I've seen you in interrogations—you are tough. And intuitive," he added.
"Wow. You really are desperate," I smiled.
He scooted his chair closer to me. "Will you at least think about it? Come on. Catch up with me later?"
"Ok. I'll think about it," I said. He kissed my cheek and I watched him walk out. Things were pulsing in me that I didn't even know had a pulse.
That night, I stood nervously outside his apartment door going over my decision and what to say. Finally I mustered the courage to ring the bell. "Who is it?" he hollered.
"Me."
"Come on in. I just got out of the shower. Have a seat and I'll be right with you," he yelled.
More inappropriate thoughts and pulsing. I sat nervously drumming my fingers and trying to quiet my mind. I looked around the sparse apartment. It was clean, but it looked like no one ever spent any time there. Soon he came out in a white shirt and jeans, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Hey girl," he said. "Want a drink?"
"Desperately," I answered. "Rum with a splash of Diet Coke."
Breathe, breathe, breathe, idiot! I thought to myself. He handed me my drink and I tossed it back.
"Whoa! Did we have a bad day?" he laughed, as he sat down beside me.
Oh God, I thought. He smells like, like….like lust!
He leaned over and looked at me. "You're gonna say no. About the partner thing, right? That's why you are so nervous." I thought but did not say, 'I'm nervous because I'm fighting with every fiber of my being not to climb you like a tree.'
He sat back and put his arm on the back of the sofa.
"Bobby, I really wish I could. You've taught me so much, and…I would love the chance to work with you…"
"But? There's a but coming, isn't there, baby doll?"
Did he just called me "baby doll?" Did this gorgeous man, who smells like heaven after it rains, whose very voice causes full body trembling, just give me a pet name?
I looked into his lonely brown eyes. How I wanted to be the one to make him happy again, if I even could. I stood up and walked to the window. I couldn't say it to his face.
"Bobby, you know things aren't… um, like they were with you and Alex. You two were a great team, but you know, you always kept a professional distance," I explained.
He was standing behind me now. "You don't think we could do that, too?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know. Maybe you could. But if I had to work so close to you every day, I…" He turned me toward him and looked down into my eyes.
"Finally," he said, smirking, his eyes dancing.
"Finally, what?"
He grinned, "See, I knew that if I asked you to be my partner—then I'd know for sure."
"Know what?!" I demanded.
"Calm down," he said sliding his finger down my cheek. "If you didn't have feelings for me, you'd have said 'yes'."
"How do you know I wasn't going to say if I had to work with you every day I'd probably kill myself or you?" I asked angrily.
"Nuh-uh-uh," he cautioned, grinning. "You can't squirrel out of it, now. Although, the righteous indignation was a nice touch."
"You are impossible," I hissed. I walked over, got my purse to leave.
He grabbed my arm and spun me into him. "Okay, you won't say it, so I will. I love you. I've always loved you. I've just been waiting for a sign."
I gazed up at him helplessly. "You love me?"
He walked back to the couch and sat down. "Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked.
Totally befuddled I said the first thing that came into my head. "That's a nice shirt…?"
His chocolate brown eyes were boring into me from across the room. "Get over here, " he said.
I chunked my purse and walked toward him. Suddenly I could feel him all around me, and as his mouth covered mine, a tiny whimper escaped me. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once—I couldn't breathe and thought I would faint. When he finally let me up for air, I sighed,
"Oh my God."
He whispered, "You better save your 'Oh my God's' for later…"
