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He's Not What You Think Ch. 01

By: Cap007



This is the first story I have ever written. Many thanks to my patient editor. All mistakes are mine. This being an erotic sight, you're most likely looking for that erotica. There is no sex in this first part. Sorry, it will come later. Please, let me know your thoughts. Of course, it is fiction.

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Chapter one

"Linda, please meet with him. It took me almost two weeks to convince him to agree to this," Cathy's pleading eyes look down as she takes the first bite of her lunch.

Linda points her fork like a baton moving in rhythm with her irritated response. "Cathy why? What is it this time? What has this new boyfriend of yours done? I've never even heard you talk about him before today." She sighs disappointment showing in her emerald green eyes. "You really should have been the lawyer with the likes of the men you date."

"He's not my boyfriend," Cathy pauses then looks back at her friend with a smile and desire, "yet." She lightheartedly chuckles. "Anyway you know I could never be a prude lawyer. I'm doing what I love. People pay me good money to spend their money on designing the perfect space. It's a win, win."

Linda raises a brow, "So this is some great conquest?" ignoring the comment about carrier paths. "When are you going to go after someone different?" She forces out a breath, "Let me guess tall, dark, handsome, and a bad boy of course."

"After twenty-five years, you think you know me so well." Cathy quips brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, "Well, he is kind of different than the usual. He is not tall maybe 5'10" or 11 just a little more than me. He has jet-black hair, and big light brown eyes. He wears baggy clothes so it's hard to tell what his body looks like, but I imagine nice. He's definitely not rich, but I am pretty sure he is a bad boy." Cathy looks down speaking lower, "He acts like he doesn't want to have anything to do with me. Of course we both know that can't be the case so he must be playing hard to get which is something new. But, he will fall," she states staring off with a determined glare swirling the red liquid in the wine glass.

Linda gives her friend an inquisitive look before laughing, "that my sweet Kit Cat is a little different. Fall, really? This guy's got you off your game. He knows you're a sure thing right?" Linda caring eyes admire her friend with amusement knowing she is very determined and will eventually get the man in her sights. But there was never a struggle and for her to work at catching the next victim Linda blurts out, "maybe he's gay."

Cathy perks up, "Oh, he's not gay, married or in anything close to a relationship. I checked with Rick, he's just quiet and keeps to himself, they all say what a great guy he is and assures me he is not gay just picky and maybe a little old fashioned. Rick hired him even with his background. Yep, a bad boy," Cathy smiles, "pretty sure."

"Yeah but he's not a rich bad boy that you always go for and usually snag. OK, tell me the story." Linda sighs, "We only have about twenty minutes before I need to get back to the office." Linda stares past Cathy thinking about the friend she has loved from three years old. We've been like sisters, yet in all that time I haven't figured out how you're able to maintain an emotional wall in relationships. You keep them fun, and never anything close to being serious. I wish I could act or feel like you not allowing myself to get hurt. Me, I am the complete opposite the heart broken lover.

Cathy breaks Linda out of the thought of her failed relationships continuing her story, "...well, working as a designer I work with all kinds of different trades, as you know. I had one of Rick's crews do some work for me. I show up to inspect the progress and see a new guy on this crew. I don't think much of it. Rick and the guys gather around and we talk business then have a few laughs."

Linda looks at her friend mockingly, "always the center of attention."

"Of course," Cathy giggles. "I noticed the new guy busy working instead of being in the crowd."

"You mean interested in you."

"Yes," Cathy groans, as if admitting Linda knows her too well. "So anyway, I walk over to him to introduce myself. I stand next to him, but he keeps working not even acknowledging me."

Linda rolls her eyes, "Well we can't have that." She tries to picture her friend snubbed by a male. It never happens. Well, this is becoming interesting.

"I clear my throat so he knows I am there. Still, nothing, he doesn't acknowledge me. Finally, I say my name is Cathy, and hold out my hand to shake his. He says hi, not even looking at me, and continues to work on something on the floor. Like something on the floor is more interesting." Cathy's forehead and nose wrinkle, "OK, now I am a little pissed. All he needs to do is look at me, and he will be talking away. I know men, especially these types." Cathy raises her hands making quotation marks with her fingers. "I tell him it's rude not to introduce yourself face to face. He sighs, can you believe that, like it's some great chore. He slowly stands up, turns, and looks at my hand then into my eyes. Linda he has a handsome face, but his big brown eyes looked like they were searching my soul. I had a hard time breathing." Cathy leans forward giggling, "I even got a little wet."

"Cathy Strickly! Shhh," Linda lets out nearly chocking on her bite blushing for her friend. Few things will cause Cathy to blush. Describing her excitement is not on the list. Handsome? Linda tilts her head. She never uses that word. This guy must have been something. Of course he was this is Cathy. The girl that gets a man, loves him, leaves him and turns them away when they come groveling. She loves to break the bad boys mostly because of me. We really will do anything for each other. Her explanation, 'love 'em then leave 'em before they do it to you.' I wish I could think, and feel that way. Linda looks down, I know it would have saved me a lot of heartache.

"Linda," Cathy waits for Linda to look at her, "I'm telling you I was caught a little off guard. He was saying something about his hands being dirty and did not want to shake. Then he said 'Rick's not paying me to stand around and talk.' We just stared at each other. I didn't know what to say. I was glad I wasn't drooling. He finally said it was nice to meet me and went back to work. Shit Linda I was speechless."

"You speechless? I don't believe it." Linda laughs, but wonders about this guy and what exactly is making her so infatuated. Maybe I should check him out. "Cathy, get to the point of needing me. We only have about ten minutes left."

"OK, Rick put his best crew on the job at Eighth Street. No Michael. Did I mention his name was Michael? I had to find out why. Rick explained that some of our customers have specific requirements pertaining to contract labor and Michael could not work this job because of his background. He had him on another job with a different crew."

"That makes sense," Linda interjects with a pointed finger. "It's actually a –"

"- Let me finish, forget the fascinating legal stuff. We only have ten minutes left. About a week later, I noticed Michael missing one day on the fifth street job. I told you about that one didn't I? Never mind of course I did. I tell you everything. I confronted Michael and asked him why he wasn't at work. I finally got him to talk," Cathy smiles victoriously. "He explained that he was with his parole officer and cleared it with Rick. He said something next that caught me off guard, again. He looked at me with those big brown eyes and spoke in a soft voice. 'I'm not the kind of guy you should be talking to or be seen with.' He was concerned for me? Most guys are the complete opposite. You know try anything to get in my pants. I was touched, but he ruined it by saying thank you for noticing but it's really none of your business you should check with Rick next time. Then he just walks off ughh."

"Are you sure he's not gay?" Linda scrunches her nose amused, "How do I fit into this?" 

Cathy's eyes lighten, "He finally started to talk about three weeks ago. Since then, I made sure we talked every time I saw him. I came up with the idea to get him on more of my high-end jobs despite his background. After two weeks of telling him you could help him legally, he's agreed to see you." Cathy smiles in triumph then looks away avoiding eye contact. "Oh, I also said he didn't need to pay for it. You would do it as a favor for me." Cathy pouts, "So, please will you meet with him? I've never asked you to meet a potential boy toy before, well actually man toy."

"God Cathy!" Linda lets out in defeat. She knows I would never refuse her... She's right this is a first. "You understand I can't talk to you about his case, and I won't." Linda stares, "Don't even ask. I will look at it and talk with him once. Then we will go from there. Have him call the office and talk to Jan."

"Thank you. When you meet him you will see." Cathy tilts her head, "Hey maybe I should try to set him up with you. You know, get rid of the cobwebs between your legs." Cathy smirks, "Just kidding, I want this one." However, in the back of Cathy's mind the idea takes hold that maybe I should.

Linda adjusts her brunette ponytail. I can't believe she has me thinking about this guy now. Damn her. "Don't do me any favors. No cobwebs as long as I have fresh batteries thanks to you." Linda blushes standing "lunch is on you. Love you Kit Cat."

"Thank you Sis, Love you. Oh, I am free for our usual lunch on Thursday."

Chapter 2

Rick looks at his quiet dust covered men going through the motions of cleaning knowing they are counting the minutes to quitting time. Damn it's been a long day. We've got about twenty minuets why not, Rick thinks, this will be good for a few laughs at Michael's expense. The kid can take it. Rick watches Michael quietly working. You would think the kids a mute on the job, such a contrast to life outside of work. It's always fun watching him clam up when we talk about single women. "So, what do you think of Ms. Cathy Strickly?" Not hearing a reply, as expected, Rick raises his voice. "Michael, what do you think of Ms. Strickly? She seems to have the hots for you. I see her three to four times a week now, and she always asks about you."

Michael sighs looking away, knowing he'll have to answer sooner or later. Rick finds a reason to bring up the subject of women and me at least once a day. "I'm not the reason. It's all the jobs you have with her. That's why you are seeing her more, and I'm sure she is worried about my background."

"That's not the question. So what do you think of her? Let's hear it." Rick goads with a smile.

Michael shrugs his shoulders, and tightens his hand around the broom imagining it was Rick's mouth. "She's all right I guess, just not my type." Not my type? He always thinks after saying the words. What is my type? My type... is a woman I can love, and who loves me, only me. Faithful? Fat chance I find the girl next door, even in this big ass city. He sighs, I'll never admit she reminds me of Tina. Damn what's wrong with me? It's been five years. 

Rick bellows, "Shit, she's everyone's type. She's hot, blonde, blue eyes, nice long legs, thin with curves, and rich. You can't get any better than that. Hell Michael, what's stopping you?" Shouts of agreement ring out supporting Rick's argument. "I told the woman you're not gay, don't be proving me a liar. Not that there is anything wrong with it." Rick raises an eyebrow, and smirks continuing in a lower voice, "You know it's OK to admit it." 

There it is again, Michael looks up throwing his hand in the air, "how many times do I need to tell you guys I am straight and picky! I might introduce you to an ex's one day just to shut all of you up. Before you even ask," he grunts, "Yes, she's a woman. Rick the only reason you like Ms. Strickly so much is she give you work, and she reminds you of your wife."

Huh, that could be true. Rick looks at Michael with a wrinkled brow and pointed finger, "Don't go changing the subject. That answer is getting old, and," Rick whips his finger around to the other men causally listening to the daily goosing. "That won't last long with these guys. If I had your looks, I would be sleeping with a new woman every night. How many women hit on you a day, three, four?"

Michael rolls his eyes, "You're exaggerating." He replies as past memories flood his thoughts. I should sleep around. No, that is a lonely existence. I've been there done that worried I'd catch something. What was it? 'I was going through the motions, or I couldn't commit isn't that what they told me?' Shit, I'm a mess. I want a woman I can open up to and trust. My parents had it. Rick has it. Why can't I? 

Jeff's shout brings Michael back from his pity party, "Dude, if you don't want them, send a couple my way. I welcome any help. We're the only single ones of this group. We need to stick together."

"Yea, Ok great." Michael smirks before looking at Rick, "you have a beautiful wife and great family. I don't think Mrs. Stephens would like you sleeping with a different woman every night."

Jim's voice rings out, "Mrs. Stephens would cut Rick's dick off if she thought that was true." Everyone agrees laughing at Rick's grimace.

"All right, enough already," Rick scowls, "You jack-offs are lucky no one is around to hear this, or I would fire the lot of you. We're done for the day. Let's get out of here."

In the alley, Rick's hands are steadily moving stowing the last tool. He looks at the guys, and lets out a slow exhale, the weight of the day's work leaving with his breath, then pats each man on the back saying good night. "Michael why don't you come over tonight and have a good home cooked meal. The kids would love to see you. You can help them with their homework and be around family. You like that don't you?"

"Why not," The words jump out of Michael, "that would be great I don't have anything planned through the end of the year except a meeting with a lawyer and my monthly parole visits. I'll even put off working out for one night."

Rick chuckles holding his cell away, "glad you can fit us in," then returns to his conversation. "Honey, I'm bringing Michael home for dinner. Yes tonight. Yes that Michael. OK, be home in an hour. Love you to." Rick rolls his eyes, "OK, all set, we have permission. Let's get out of here."

Michael takes a couple of deep breaths after he sits down and takes a firm grip of the armrest wondering how many times he will be closing his eyes praying. The dreaded drive from the city to the suburbs is the normal traffic nightmare. Michael contemplates Ricks white knuckled driving, perplexed at the prediction of being home in an hour.

Rick, on the other hand, is happy he is able to use the express lane for a change. Rick debates his case about it's use through gritted teeth the entire ride. In an hour, the truck parks in the driveway of the three year old, two story house designed by Rick's wife and Ms. Strickly. Rick happy to be home doesn't notice Michael's slow exhale, or him lifting his numb fingers that have left an indention in the armrest.

*****

Michael scans the cherry dining table large enough for ten. The smell of the mouth-watering food emits from the middle. The king of the castle, Big Rick sits proud at head of the table. Trisha and Rick Junior sit across from Michael filling their mouths full of macaroni and cheese. Janet sits next to Rick and a chair away from Michael insuring everyone is taken care of. "Thank you Mrs. Stephens for having me over everything is wonderful. I hope I'm not imposing." 

"I've told you Michael, quit making me feel old, call me Janet or Jan," Janet frowns. Mrs. Stephens is Rick's mother. Anyway, I am not that much older than you. What, fifteen years? We are glad to have you. If we didn't see you at least once a week, we'd think something is wrong."

Rick smirks, "Fifteen years? You know you still got it." Rick leans back taking a break from eating, "Honey, I told Michael if I had his good looks, I would be going out with a different woman every night."

Michael stares at Rick wide eyed, and closed mouth. It's not exactly word for word, but he doesn't think the husky six foot four Rick needs to be corrected. After working for Rick a few weeks, he realized that Rick is a lot like my dad. This must be why I like him so much, even though he does give me a hard time about dating.

Janet leans in giving Rick an evil smile, "a date every night? Yeah, you know what would happen if I even thought that was true."

Trisha, unable to sit still, blurts out, "I'll go out with you Michael." Both mother and father raise a brow look at their daughter then turn to Michael staring trying to hide a smile.

Shifting in his seat, Michael radiates a deep shade of red. He looks at the cute ten-year-old red head with a dusting of freckles across her nose, the hair a dead giveaway that she is Rick's daughter, "I've already told you. I'm too old for you, and most important, not good enough." He give her a relaxed smile, "Once you are old enough to date, the poor boy is going to have to get past your dad and me."

"Hey, and me!" Twelve-year-old Rick junior shouts.

The parent laughs watching Trisha point at Michael with a determined stare. "We are going out buster you just wait and see."

*****

Michael strolls to the living room after helping the kids with their homework. He thinks back to the day Janet had a finger pointed at his chest stating. "You are the most educated person in this house. You will help RJ and Trish with their homework. In turn, you get a home cooked meal and leftovers. A year later, Michael relaxes in the love seat happy, the kids now call if they need help if he is not here. It's one of the many reasons he feels welcome.

Rick and Jan saunter down the stairs after tucking in the kids, to sit on the couch. Janet cozies up to Rick laying her head on his shoulder. Once settled in, Rick announces, "Honey we need to help Michael with is pick-up skills. You know learn something from the old pro. Cathy has the hots for him, but he's not making a move. Oh, and Michael said Cathy reminds me of you. So, I must think you're hot. He thinks you're Ok." Rick concludes with a frown.

Janet looks into Rick's hazel eyes smiling. "You know you didn't have any moves. I allowed you to go out with me."

"Hey, think what you want; I know I got the prettiest blonde in the world to go out with me. How else would that happen if I didn't have game?" Rick states pushing out his chest.

Michael leans back in the loveseat admiring the couple's banter. He can only imagine, after thirty year of marriage, how they still have the passion for each other. The devotion in their eyes is obvious, as well as the excitement in their voice. That's what I want.

Janet's warm reassuring brown eyes look at Michael. "Don't listen to him. If you don't want to go out with Cathy, then don't. Cathy likes rich troublemakers anyway. You're definitely not a troublemaker. You'll find the right girl."

"What?" Rick throws his fingers up counting. "She is hot, rich and wants him. Of course he should go out with her. What else could he want?" Rick looks at his wife questioning her sanity.

"I want what you have." Michael blurts out. I said it might as well finish. "I want the passion, the comfort, and the love you have with each other. You two are the luckiest people in the world," he let it out surprised and relieved.

"Aw, I don't know about that," Rick pulls his wife close to him. "When I was a few years younger than you, I was a ladies' man, you should have seen me - "

Janet cuts him off before he could continue his embellished story. "- Don't even try it, Rick tell him the truth. It's more than a few years, almost a decade. Anyway, we were -"


He's Not What You Think Ch. 01



"- All right," Rick sighs before she could finish her sentence. "My boy, let's just say I was much worse off than you were at an earlier age. I found my Janet here, and everything changed. If you follow my path, this is where you will be. Happy?" the last word directed at Janet.

"This," Michael looks around then back at the couple with a pleading expression, "is all I would ever want."

"Thank god Trish is only ten, or Janet would be trying to set you up with her." Rick laughs rolling his eyes at his wife. Janet slaps his chest playfully knowing her husband is right.

Michael idolizes the two laughing. Janet tenderly slaps Rick on the leg saying, "Take me to bed or loose me forever stud."

Rick grins, "Yes ma'am. Michael you know where everything is. You've got the couch. Why you don't use the guest room, just baffles me. See you in the morning, and no, I will not go run. Michael, at times, I think you are just as insane as my wife. I'm taking this woman to bed, and putting a smile on her beautiful face."

Michael watches his idea of true love walk down the hall holding each other. Those two are the luckiest people in the world.

Chapter 3

"Linda, he has tattoos on his right side starting at his shoulder down to his elbow." Cathy points with excitement to her arm showing Linda the locations of the body art. "On the other arm they go down to here, and mighty fine arms they are."

"So, he finally wore something different?" Linda throws out, looking at her apartment thinking it needs dusting.

"No, not exactly. I kind of... well, I just had to know what is under those baggy clothes." Cathy leans back in the couch looking down speaking a little lower with a hint of mischief. "So, I came up with an idea. I went and bought him a shirt that would be more form fitting. Next, I slipped one of the guys a twenty to spill something on him. Of course, he would need to change." Cathy winks, "Lucky for him, I happen to have a shirt. I said it is for dad, but would sacrifice dad's happiness for him." Cathy continues with and evil grin, "I know childish yet effective."

Linda leans forward pointing her index finger at Cathy opening her mouth.

Cathy holds up her hand rolling her eyes, "save the lecture for someone else. You know it won't work on me." She couldn't help but giggle, "I offered him a shirt after the unexpected mishap. I accepted he would change in the restroom." Cathy's eyes dance with excitement, "My brilliant plan worked better than I could have imagined. He pulled off that baggy shirt." Cathy notices Linda leaning in with anticipation. "He must have really wanted that shirt off." Cathy laughs to herself, looks away to the coffee table smirking. "Hey, is that the new edition of American Lawyer?"

Linda sneers lightly slapping Cathy's leg, "Cathy! Focus." Linda uses two fingers to point at her eyes then Cathy's.

Cathy looks at her nails, "If you must know," Cathy leans in looking at Linda with a playful smile, "It took all of my willpower not to molest his tight body. Cathy pulls back looking up, "Holy shit Linda, all I can say is holy shit. He believes in keeping his body a temple. You know I have seen my fair share of hot guys. He's in the top ten." 

Linda watches Cathy fall back on the couch staring at the ten-foot ceiling of her plush downtown apartment. "You're acting ridiculous. Cathy what has gotten into you? Top ten... really?"

Cathy sighs, closing her eyes, "I know... I don't know... top ten... really." 

"Cathy," Linda softly replies putting her hands together between her knees looking away, "I have no reason to meet Michael tomorrow. I can't help him."

"No, I told him you agreed to meet." Cathy throws her arms on her forehead squirming, "Please Linda why won't you help me?"

"Don't you mean help him?" Linda questions in a low voice looking down.

"Of course that's what I said help him." Cathy answers in deep thought. What am I doing wrong to get Michael's attention? Why do I need his attention?

Linda stares at the wood floors rocking from the waist up, "It's not that I won't, it's just there is no point. I can't do anything to help."

"Linda, forget the legal stuff." Cathy groans kneading her feet as if she were a cat trying to get comfortable. "When Michael and I talk... I'm the only one that talks. I'm tired of talking." Cathy doesn't see Linda's jaw drop. "I would like him to talk about... anything. I try, but all I get is short answers. I wish you could've helped him, really. She pauses, taking in a deep breath, "But since you can't him, help your little sis out. Just meet him. Forget the legal mumbo, jumbo, and see if you can get something, anything. You know I would do it for you." 

"Little sis, huh, I'm only four months older than you." Linda looks at her with a raised brow, "Why are you so obsessed with Michael? I don't understand, this is not like you. Usually, you're half way through a relationship, planning how to end it. And you know, I'll do anything for you." Linda knows Cathy will do anything within her power to help. I owe her, but she is the one to meet the guys, and set up the dates. She does try to have my best interest at heart. My god, now I'm talking myself into this.

Cathy lets out a long slow breath. "I'm not obsessed, just curious." Why won't he talk to me? He listens, but at times he looks at me as if I am a snake ready to strike, maybe someone that's going to do something to him. Why would he think that?

"I hate seeing you like this," Linda sighs shrugging her shoulders. "Ok, I'll keep my appointment tomorrow. However," Linda raises her hand, "I'm making it a personal meeting. I'll tell him the truth. I can't help him, and why we're meeting. It'll be up to him to stay and talk, or leave."

Cathy quickly sits up and hugs Linda. "Thank you."

"I'm not sure what you are expecting? You said he's not very talkative." Linda rubs Cathy's back, "Are you happy?" Linda wonder's what is it about this guy? I guess, I'll find out what's making her crazy. 

"Yes. At least you'll try." Cathy smiles, pulling back rubbing her hands together, "before we go out tomorrow night you can tell me what happened. Also, we need to put the finishing touches on my summer party. 

"I'm not the matchmaker. You know that Cathy. Don't get your hopes up." I haven't been in a relationship in over two years. How am I supposed to fix her up? Men are Cathy's department. "He knows you're a sure thing right?"

Cathy smirks, "This one's different... I've got to know why."

Linda stands up to adjust her baggy shorts. "I am going to bed. Are you staying?"

Cathy breathes easy, "Yea, I'll be in the guest room. Why don't we call it my room? You never have guests."

"Good night Cathy, Love you."

*****

"Good, I'm ten minutes early for a change," Michael tells the eight-foot double glass doors looking up. "Hopefully, after the meeting, Cathy will lose interest. Great... I'm talking to myself. The beginning of insanity, Rick might be right." Michael sighs dropping his head then opens one of the tall double doors, walking in to the office.

The young male receptionist smiles and looks Michael over before directing him, "Ms. McIntire's office is down the hall." He licks his lips waving, "remember if you need any help, find me. I'm Jason."

Blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, brown eyes, and high cheekbones, "Jan, is that you?" 

"Hey Michael, it's me, surprise."

"I didn't know you worked for Ms. McIntire." Michael squints with a furrowed brow. "You knew I was coming here didn't you that's why you and Trisha talked me into wearing these clothes. You know that is pretty sneaky to get your baby involved in this, making her bat her eyes, knowing that's my kryptonite." He smiles, Rick Junior and Trisha could get him to do almost anything.

Janet gives Michael her bright uplifting smiles admiring the tailored dark grey pin stripped suit. "I have no idea what you are implying. I knew you were going to see a lawyer, and I knew the type of clothes that would best suit your visit."

"Ha, ha, I get it Suit my visit. Very funny," Michael snickers.

"I didn't realize you are Linda's one o'clock until ten minutes ago when she told me to expect you. The appointment is marked as personal. Hold on I've gotta get a picture of you. I don't think I've ever seen you dressed so handsome. You know, this is a good look for you."

Michael flashes a smile for the picture after several complaints from Jan. "Cathy set it all up. I am only doing this to appease her. Hopefully after this, she will lose interest. I know there is nothing Ms. McIntire can do for me. This shouldn't take long. I don't think I will be saying much, since this is Cathy's best friend. I don't want anything getting back to her." He finishes in a concerned tone stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Look Michael," Janet points her bouncing finger, "that may be the case, she may not be able to help you with your legal problems. Give Linda a chance. She is a nice girl, a good person that listens, never judges, and is friendly. It may feel good to say what's on your mind." Jan preaches smiling. "You never know."

Linda sits up straight and brushes down the wrinkles in her dark business suit. Why am I so nervous? Maybe I can't help Cathy, but I should at least try. I can't believe I am meeting someone for a personal favor, in my office. This is Cathy's fault, making me do this. Linda's wobbly hand goes to the phone pushing the intercom button.

"I'll keep it in mind." Michael answers, as the intercom buzzes.

Michael grabs the chrome handle of the polished oak door. Twice in the same day he is talking to a door rehearsing his get in, get out, make a quick exit speech. He releases a deep breath and walks in smelling vanilla. The large room is bright but not blinding from the sunlight shinning through the large full height windows. He looks around the spacious office noticing Cathy's special touches. He sees a woman sitting behind a cherry desk looking down at a folder. Ms. McIntire, he moves between the two black leather oversized chairs to stand in front of the desk. 

Linda is looking down at the picture in the file sensing the still air shift as the door opens. Footsteps clack on the wood floor, stopping in front of her desk. "Mr. Donavan," she stands taking her attention away from the photo. She's met numerous clients working for her father. This is a routine, nothing new, she thinks. Linda takes a quiet sharp breath when her heart jumps gazing into Michael's compassionate light brown eyes. Mmm, Cathy's right. Linda fumbles reaching to shake his hand. Lost in his affectionate stare, she forgets the remainder of her introduction.

Michael looks into the woman's eyes taken a back. He doesn't see eyes of a woman on the prowl, or who wants something from him. He knows the kind green eyes are slowing searching his substance. His mouth opens to say the words he's rehearsed but could only say, "Hi."

They stand quietly regarding each other. The handshake has long stopped, yet the supple link remains. Unconsciously, Michael softly rubs the delicate skin on the back of Linda's hand with his thumb, taking slow deep breaths.

Linda lets out a quiet pleasing whine. Relieved the long sleeve is covering the goose bumps from his soft stroking. As time regains its forward progress, Linda is the first to come around. She slowly pulls her hand away, unsure she's willing to lose the connection. She feels a resistance as if Michael is reluctant to let go but gently does.

"Your hands are soft. I thought you were in construction?"

The words float to Michael's ears. "You have kind eyes, I thought you were a lawyer?" He replies with a bright open mouth smile. 

"Please have a seat," Linda motions him to sit as she melts into her high back office chair. The leather moulds to comfort her as she gathers her thoughts. What am I doing? I'm acting like a sixteen year old, meeting someone college guy for a date. I'm a professional. I am acting exactly like Cathy. She's right those eyes... concentrate Linda.

Michael adjusts to sit straight his fingers rubbing the armrest, "Thank you for seeing me Ms. McIntire. I know there is nothing you can do for me legally. I'm grateful for your time. I understand you are doing this as a favor for Cathy. I'm sorry she put you up to this. I should - "

Linda smiles, leans forward putting on her business face to take control, "- you're correct there is nothing I can do since you made a plea bargain on all the charges and they are all over thirty days since sentencing. It's true I'm meeting you as a favor for Cathy. I explained to her that I couldn't help, and I wouldn't lie about our meeting. I also told her you are free to leave at anytime. However, I hope you would stay and talk. It's up to you. Please call me Linda."

Michael eyes soften as he listens. Jan's voice pops into his head 'give Linda a chance.' He allows his self to relax replying, "OK, let's make a deal. I will answer your questions, if you answer mine." 

Linda nods her head with a small smile, "Ok, that sounds fair." She expects to be answering questions about Cathy, and wonders how much she'll disclose.

"Great," Michael leans back getting comfortable, "Ask what you wish, I won't lie to you,"

Linda's smile parts, she runs the tip of her tongue along the bottom of her top lip, and cocks her head, "Anything? They'll be personal. Are you willing to do that with me?" Oh god, am I flirting, what has gotten into me?

"Any question," Michael leans forward, "as long as you are willing to get personal with me." Michael looks into Linda's eyes noticing her pupils dilate, "I am all yours." ...Did I really say that? Damn Janet. No, this is Rick's bad influence.

Linda quietly clears her throat looking down at the file thinking the picture doesn't do Michael justice, "I know all the vitals, name, date of birth, where you went to school, college, charges, pleas, excreta. What I don't know is why you are driving Cathy crazy?" She looks up with a smirk looking for a reaction.

Michael stiffens, "Driving her crazy?" Michael gapes, "I think you got it backwards."

Linda cocks her head to the side, "What she's driving you crazy or she's driving herself crazy?" 

"Yes." Michael looks back at Linda with a smirk. "I did some research on you, Google. Tell me something, I can't find on the Internet or learn from Cathy. She's told me that you are twenty-eight, her best friend at three, a great lawyer, not married, no boy friend," Michael smiles watching Linda shift in her seat, "and haven't been with a man in a while." 

Linda jumps grabbing her desk leaning forward, blushing, and answering in a huff. "She told you all this! She said you two didn't talk." Oh, it's on Cathy, everything is free game, she wants to yell. Linda releases a deep breath trying to calm down.

Michael chuckles, leaning back crossing his fingers over his chest, "she talks I listen. I'll answer with a quick comment. I really don't like talking at work. And after an awkward pause, she starts talking again. It's quite cute."

"That girl loves to talk," Linda growls. Wait, she said I was a great lawyer?" Surprised.

"Her words, 'you are an amazing lawyer.' I see the pride in her eyes. She really does care. Every time she mentions you, her face lights up. So, after a few weeks, hearing her explaining why I should meet you. She convinced me, I agreed. Now back to my original question. No side tracking. Tell me something I don't know about you."

He wants to be in control of the conversation. OK, I can play this game. Linda looks up taking a minute to think of something simple. "I was a fat kid."

"Everyone is, Knew that, Internet. Try again." Michael smirks.

Linda started naming tidbit facts. "I know how to ride horses." She hears 'try again.' "I know how to swim," 'nope.' The answers and responses came faster and faster. She blurts out, "I wish I was more like Cathy." Then covers her mouth but could do nothing about her wide-eyed look.

"Ah, now was that so hard?" Michael chuckles sitting up, "That was something I didn't know. You could've said my favorite vacation spot is, so and so. But, that works."

Did I really say that? Do I really want to be more like Cathy? Am I boring? Linda squints leaning forward staring at Michael. How'd he do that? Quickly, changing the subject, Linda responds, "Your turn. Tell me something I don't know."

As the afternoon continues, Michael is surprised how much he talked, opening up. Linda seemed interested. He admires Linda's confidence, and ability to recover in a conversation even when she can't control it. She is thoughtful, a good listener, smart, beautiful, and didn't judge. Jan is right. He talks with Linda as if they've been friends for ten years. He is very thankful questions about painful past relationships and dating is never brought up. 

Linda talked without calculating an answer. Michael listened and gave thoughtful comments. In turn, she did the same. I know why Cathy is infatuated with Michael. He's confident. Sure of himself, but not cocky. Knows how to hold a conversation. Speaks his mind, very handsome and not once did he ask about past relationships. He is a great guy. I could see myself with him. Oh god, I could never do that to Cathy. She wants Michael. But she wants him for all the wrong reasons. She needs to see this side of him. She'll move on to the next guy. I've got to talk to her.

*****

Linda lets out a gasp surprised she is able to speak, "You're amazing. I'm glad I convinced you. Thank you," she lets out another low whimper.

"My pleasure," Michael replies in a soothing tone, "It's been a while. I almost forgot how much I enjoy it."

"You should do this instead of working for Rick." She barely gets the words out between long slow moans. Michael's warm strong hands send soft waves of pleasure through her.

Michael let out a quiet laugh, barely hearing Linda's comment, "this is just a hobby. I don't know if I could make enough money doing this, everyday."

Linda whines, "Are you kidding?"

Janet knocks on Linda's door, wondering what they have been doing for the last four hours. She needs to tell Linda not to worry. She rescheduled the afternoon appointments. Not hearing an answer, she knocks one more time. Tired of waiting, Janet slowly opens the door wide enough to take a peek. Linda is sitting in the chair across from Michael with her feet in his lap. Her arms are dangling, her head is back, eyes shut, a peaceful open mouth smile is on her face, and taking deep slow breaths. Michael is tenderly massaging her feet with a smile, talking. Janet decides not to embarrass the two and quietly closes not shutting the door and knocks loud. She hers some rustling, furniture move, and eventually Linda shouts, "Come in," which Janet does.

"Hey Jan is there something you need?" Linda asks, not sure where to place her hands, looking a little flushed, and disheveled behind her desk.

"I am sorry to bother you Linda. I know you are with a client," she answers with a devious smile, "but it's five o'clock. I have rescheduled your appointments. I'm leaving for the weekend, unless you need me for something."

Linda jaw drops, wide eyed, "it's what time?"

Michael gapes, sits up straight grabbing the armrests, feverously scanning the office for a clock. He jumps up looking at Linda, "I... I am so sorry to take up so much of your time." With an apologetic look, Michael reaches with both hands and grabs Linda's hand and softly rubs it, "thank you so much for seeing me you're an amazing woman. I've taken too much of your day. I am so sorry." He turns and heads for the door blushing giving a smiling Jan a kiss on the cheek saying, "Rick is going to kill me," before he walks out.

Jan chuckles looking back at Michael, "You let me worry about Rick."




He's Not What You Think Ch. 01



Linda looks at Michael smitten as he apologizes. She yells, "have a great weekend," as she watches him leave with glossed over eyes, surprised to see him give Jan a kiss on the cheek.

Jan looks at Linda smiling. "Well? It seems the meeting went well?"

"How long have you known him?" Linda asks sinking in her seat sighing. Janet mouth gapes and she puts a hand to her chest. "It's obvious, nice try."

Janet chuckles, "A little over a year, Rick told me about him and his record. Rick decided to invite Michael over against my wishes. I was mad, however after one evening with Michael, I understood why Rick did what he did. Michael is a good person, and great with the kids. He even baby-sits."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What, that he baby sits?" Jan asked tilting her head, "You don't have children why would I?"

"No, that you knew him." Linda sneers light hearted.

"I didn't know he was coming in until you told me. It wouldn't have mattered. Why?" 

"I don't know. Maybe you could have warned me." Linda puts her hands up to her face groaning. "What am I going to tell Cathy?"

"Warned you? What is there to warn you about?" Janet frowns, "Did he do, or say something wrong?

"No, he's perfect. Cathy told me he was different, but I wasn't expecting perfect. He's great." Linda moans in frustration, "What am I going to tell her?" 

Jan looks puzzled, but has a good idea what Linda's feeling. "You've known her all your life. You both tell each other everything, don't stop now. Just talk to her."

"I know I will, and... I know how she is going to react. I am not looking forward to our little inquisition.

*****

Part two next



He's Not What You Think Ch. 02



Thank you for taking the time to consider part 2. If you don't know, this is the first story I have ever written. As in all new things, there is a learning curve. If you are looking for instant love and sex, you should not read this. For those that choose to read the story, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to my previous editor she has been a tremendous help, and a thank you to Rexbrookdale and AnyaLuna for editing. All mistakes are mine.

*

"Cathy, I've gone over the meeting twice. There's nothing else." Linda sifts through her clothes in the walk-in closet, intent on finding the right outfit. "Where are we going tonight? What should I wear?" She asks putting another dress back on the hanger rack.

Cathy taps her foot on the carpet, leaning against the closet door opening. "Paige said we are going to a piano bar. May we please go back to the conversation you had with Michael?" She folds her arms across her chest, leaning her head against the opening. "Are you sure you've told me everything?" Linda will not lie, but she tends to leave out information.

No response from Linda. Cathy lifts her back from the doorjamb and paces, then resumes her stance against the frame. Time to do some prodding. "Alright if that is everything, then I need to get him away from work."

Linda glances over her shoulder as she pulls out another dress to inspect, turns, and holds the dress up for approval. "Cathy, I don't know if you should even try. He's not your usual.... Date. I mean he's not a bad boy, rich, or interested. Aren't those the minimum qualifications? You'll probably be bored. You should just forget about him. What do you think?" She notices Cathy's foot's steady tap. Cathy's tell. When that foot taps she has something on her mind or she's in deep thought. I'll know soon enough. Cathy doesn't hold back. Good or bad, it's always comes out. 

Cathy puts her thumb against her chin rubbing while looking up at the ceiling. "That looks great. What do you mean 'not interested, bored, and forget about him'?"

"Are you sure? This might be a little too much for a bar," Linda asks holding it out in front, and turning it a few times, to inspect its social status, "This may be a little tight."

"Linda, that one will be fine. Oh, I have a guy named Mark stopping by to meet us. We can kick him to the curb if we don't like him." 

"You're inviting a date? I thought it'd be just the girls. Although, it sounds good, you haven't been on a date in a few months." Looking over her shoulder again she adds mockingly, "You're getting cranky. Come to think of it, you haven't been on a date since you started talking to Michael. Why is that?" She tips her head smirking then turns back to look at the next dress.

"Mark's not for me, he's for you." Cathy crosses her arms again. Tap. Tap. Tap. "So, four hours, you two talked for four hours, and that's everything?" She tries for in an even tone, hiding a trickle of jealousy.

"What?! Cathy, give me a little more warning. Please. Who is this Mark guy?" Linda's high-pitched response is accompanied by a glare. "And Jesus, Cathy how could you tell Michael I haven't been with anyone in a while?" 

Cathy smiles inwardly, I guess you forgot to tell me that the first two times. Outwardly she says, "Did I tell him that? I don't remember," and then stares off. She continues in an upbeat tone, "Listen, I have an idea. I'm going out with Michael, and yes he will go out with me. My will is stronger than his. If I get my answers, and," Cathy hold up her index finger, continuing in a determined tone, "if feel it's not going to work, he is all yours."

"Cathy!" Linda's voice squeals, her eyebrows knit together, "What in the world are you talking about, 'he's all mine'? I don't want Michael. He's making you crazy. Just forget about him." Her mouth falls open for a millisecond. How could she...? She's not thinking straight.

"I don't know what it is about him. But, he could be right for one of us." Cathy's eyes are focused again, her mind clear, determined to get her answer about Michael. "That's all I'm thinking. Are you ready to go?" 

"Look what he's done to you," Linda puts her hands on her hips, continuing again in a squeal, "you're obsessed. Michael and I talked, once." I couldn't believe how fast the time went, she thinks, but I can never admit I thought of wanting him. "We need to forget about him. I'm ready to go."

Cathy eyes go wide, and she grins. "We need to forget about him? He got to you." She throws her head back, laughing, "I told you he is different. Oh my god, we like the same guy. This is another first." She walks over to Linda and gazes into her eyes as she lightly rubs her bare arm. "Sis, I'm going to figure this out for us."

"Kit-Cat, there is nothing to figure out, except, who is this Mark character," Linda smiles to disguise her shock. What in the hell is happening? "Let's forget about this conversation and go have some fun, okay?"

"All I am saying is he might be right for one of us. I'm just not sure which one. I see it in your eyes, there is something. I need an answer myself." Cathy puts her arm through Linda's, "Let's go meet Julie and Paige, and I'll tell you about Mark." She gives Linda's arm a light but firm tug, "Don't forget, you suggested I should go for someone different."

*****

Janet leans forward over the kitchen's island, patting Linda's hands where they rest on the cold granite countertop, and smiles, "I know, he has that affect doesn't he."

"It was so easy to open up to him. I still can't believe we talked so long," Linda replies, grabbing the lettuce, and digging her fingers in as if making holes in a bowling ball, "and, when I talked with Cathy, she... She... Ugh."

Janet's knife hits the cutting board with an attention-demanding thud. She eyes Linda, speaking in low, intense voice, "Four hours. That's a long time. Is that all you did, talk?"

Linda pauses in the midst of the comforting act of ripping lettuce, long enough to, look up and past Janet, avoiding eye contact. Lightly blushing she retorts, "What else would we have done?"

Rick thunders, "I'm home."

Janet and Linda look towards the hallway just in time to see the flash of two kids as they run past the kitchen, squealing, "Daddy!" The sound of footsteps stops just outside the opening to the kitchen, and the women hear a familiar voice talking agitatedly.

"Rick, do you have a shirt I can wear? I'm grateful Cathy had this spare, again," Michael rolls his eyes, "but this thing is tight, and I look ridiculous. It's like I'm not even wearing a shirt. Her dad must be tiny." His forehead wrinkles. "The next time Jim spills something on me I am going to punch him right on the temple."

"Ridiculous? He did you a favor. What was it: four? In that group of girls not more than twenty years old, wanting to take you home for the night? Even a couple were willing to share."

"Yeah right, they were just making fun of me, and I don't share. How about a shirt please?"

Rick turns to walk to the bedroom. "Go ask Jan. I'm going to get changed."

"Jan," Michael yells with a hint of aggravation.

"I'm in the kitchen."

"Jan, do you have a shirt I can wear?" Michael asks, loud enough to be heard from the hall before striding into the kitchen. "I look ridiculous...." His muscles cease their movement, mid-stride. Janet's grin goes un-noticed as his eyes fix on the woman at the island with her back to him. Beginning down at the sandals and then working up her body, he spends several seconds on the form-fitting jeans that encase her long legs, firm butt, and hourglass figure. She has a loose-fitting shirt tucked into the slim waistband. Her glossy, blonde-streaked brown hair flows loose down to the middle of her back. Nice, he thinks then apologizes, "I am sorry to interrupt."

As the woman turns to face him, he hears a familiar "Hi Michael."

Hearing 'Ms. McIntire?' Linda turns. Her jaw drops. The shirt he is complaining about is skin-tight, revealing his well-developed chest and every contour of his defined abs. She thinks of Cathy's words, 'holy shit Linda, holy shit'. She's right.

Michael agrees with Linda's shocked expression, "I know, right? I look ridiculous. I have Jim to thank for this. It was nice of Cathy to offer a shirt, but it's kind of tight."

Linda walks up to Michael, unable to stop, and puts her hand on his chest, feeling the muscles ripple at her touch through the stretched smooth fabric. It makes her think back to the meeting they had, and how his strong hands gave her so much pleasure. "I've told you to call me Linda. I'm two years younger than you."

Janet washes her hands. "Good luck with that. It took almost a year for him to call me Jan. I will see what I can find for you, Michael. See if you can manage to get that shirt off." She smirks over her shoulder as she walks into the laundry room. "I'll be right back." 

Rick walks into the kitchen to the sight of Linda's hand on Michael's chest, and Michael's hands on Linda's waist, both standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes locked on each other, talking. "Hey Linda, I didn't know you were here. How are you? I haven't seen you in a while. You should come over more often."

Linda snaps out of her trance dragging her hand down Michael's chest to softly run across the ridges of his stomach. Michael's hands fall from her waist as she steps back to look at Rick. "Hey Rick," Linda responds, fiddling with her hands, finally hooking her thumbs in her back pockets. "Jan offered a good meal. You know I couldn't refuse. In turn I'll watch the kids while you two are at the movies."

Rick scans the kitchen. "Where is my lovely wife?" 

"In the laundry, looking for a shirt for handsome," Linda taps Michael's chest.

Michel snaps out of his trance thinking of Linda's touch. "I'm going to the bathroom and try to get this thing off. I swear it's shrunk. I may need scissors." He turns to leave, as Rick walks to the laundry room.

Linda hears Michael mumbling something about hitting Jim in the head and bringing extra clothes to work, as she watches him walk off. Her eyes are fixed on his broad shoulders tapering to his slim waist, and imagines a tight butt under his loose shorts. She smiles with a new appreciation for Cathy's mischievous ways and business, sense, thinking, I would pay at least fifty.

Rick walks into the laundry room. "Jan, I didn't know you invited Linda. I talked to Michael. He will watch the kids."

"Good, they can watch them together."

"We don't need both of them to watch the kids. They aren't that bad...," His eyes narrow as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back. "Jan, what are you up to?"

"Nothing," she answers innocently, however Rick knows better. They have been married long enough to know when either is up to something.

"We shouldn't get involved with this. Cathy and Linda are our friends."

"Cathy is driving Michael and herself crazy," Jan whispers. "You need to convince Cathy that it's not going to happen. He's not the guy for her. You should have seen those two in the office. There's a spark."

"Linda?" Rick responds with a strong whisper, leaning forward, "I.... No, we are not getting involved. You work for Linda, and I do work for Cathy. We'll be in the middle, and it will only turn out bad for us. Jan, let it go."

"No," Janet, whispers just as intensely, adding a frown, and putting her fists on her hips.

"You push Linda, and Cathy pushes me for the same guy. Whatever happens, we lose," Rick replies, running his hand through his hair, looking up, and sighing.

Janet stares at the shirt in her hand while Rick watches her calculating eyes. She feels the weight of Rick's hands on her shoulder, and shrugs, "Okay, okay, you're right. No more interfering from either of us after tonight. I promise. Remember that means you too. No more telling him he needs to go out with Cathy."

Rick smiles in relief, having expected a longer conversation. "Thank you beautiful, these kids will figure it out in their own time," and kisses her on the cheek.

She hands Rick a black t-shirt. "Here. Give this to Michael; it'll fit. Tell him to keep it."

"Hey, I like this shirt." Rick holds up the t-shirt reading the yellow words F.B.I. Female Body Inspector.

"Not anymore," Janet replies over her shoulder walking out.

*****

Michael scans the table. Everyone is in his or her usual spot, except Linda, who's sitting next to him. He can't help looking her way smiling a few times. "Jan thank you, this is terrific as always," Michael gets out between bites.

Linda echoes out a loud, "Mmm, yes Jan, it is delicious. Thank you."

Trisha looks at Michael with a cute scowl. "Are you and Linda going out?"

Michael choking on his food is suddenly the only sound at the table.

It seems as if all movement, including breathing, has stopped. Linda has an expression of complete surprise. Jan is smiling, her eyes jumping between Michael and Linda. Rick is looking at his daughter stunned, and Rick Junior is looking around trying to figure out why everyone is frozen in place.

Michael quickly gathers his thoughts, tilts his head, and replies to the innocent troublemaker, "No beautiful, I have only met Linda once before today. Why would you think that?" 

"Because you keep looking at her and smiling and she keeps looking at you and smiling. You're supposed to go out with me, first," Trisha pouts.

"Beautiful, I've told you I am not good enough for you," Michael chuckles, admiring the child's thought process.

Rick bursts out laughing, "We could save some money on the power bill by turning out the lights, as beaming red as you two are." His laughter dies down, "Trish reminds me. Jan, did you get the invite to Cathy's party? She wanted me to remind you, we should bring these two freeloaders," Rick lifts his head, pointing his chin toward Rick Junior and then Trisha, smiling, "since it will be a pool party, and the other guests are bringing their kids. Oh Michael, Cathy said you are coming as her plus one." Rick holds up both hands in surrender at Michael and Janet's glares. "Her words, not mine."

"Oh, what's today, Tuesday? I will probably have something come up before then. When is it?" Michael asks, looking down at his plate.

Jan turns to Linda, "You're helping Cathy with the party, when and where is it?"

"It'll be at Cathy's parents' Saturday; official start time is one." Linda twirls her fork in the air. "But like most parties, people will be filtering in early and late. She's invited her contractors, venders, customers, friends," she points the fork at Michael, "and, it seems, a plus one." She laughs. "Surprisingly, Mom and Dad will be there along with her parents. I'm sure they'll be talking business. We are calling it a 'kick-off to summer' party. Most, if not all have confirmed by now. Except plus one here." Linda looks at Michael with a raised brow. "Raymon's will be catering and Playland will be providing some inflatable playgrounds. It'll be a great time."

Trisha's pleading eyes and pouting lips chip away at Michael's stubbornness. "Please go. You can be my date. We can go swimming. Mom and Dad won't swim with me, they never do." 

Janet tilts her head looking up, "Michael, that's not a bad idea. Rick and I will be networking. If you don't mind, you could help us watch RJ and Trish, and it's true we don't usually get a chance to swim. I know you love the water."

Rick Junior chimes in, "Yeah, I want to swim. They never swim."

Linda giggles, "You should go. You'll be Trisha's date, Rick and Jan's nanny. No, wait make that manny." She smiles at Michael's puzzled look, "you know man-nanny." 

Rick laughs, "Like mother like daughter, determined to get what they want. Michael, you know you are going. You are the only man I trust with my babies. Hell, with my family. Although.... You and Trish are not allowed to be alone." Rick points to Trisha, smiling. He watches her giggle, "Daddy." He next points his index finger at Rick Junior, "I am counting on you, RJ, to chaperone."

RJ gives him a salute, "You got it. What does chaperone mean?"

Michael laughs along with the adults. "All right, I guess I can go. Rick Junior will be chaperoning. I'll try to be there by one, but I am volunteering until noon so it will be a tight schedule."

Janet listens to Trisha squeal in delight before saying, "Now that is settled, let's get this cleaned up so that old man can take me to the movies."

"I'll let Cathy know you will be with a date," Linda chuckles, turning from Michael to Janet. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean up. You two go and have fun. It's the least I can do."

Michael looks at Rick, "Yeah you guys go, we've got this."

*****

Michael and Linda clean, then congregates in the living room with Rick Junior and Trisha. The heated debate between Rick Junior and Trisha over the movie is settled, using the time-tested rock, paper, scissors, three-out-of-five decision, Michael's idea of course. They all sit on the oversized couch, sinking into the firm cushions. Rick Junior beams from his win, and Trisha pouts. Both kids fall asleep halfway through the movie, as expected. Michael whispers to Linda, pointing, "I think we should put them in bed. I'll take Rick Junior."

Linda smiles, whispering, "Meet you back down here." Michael groans picking up Rick Junior and thinking, he is going to be as big as his dad someday; takes him to his room and tucks him in for the night. Linda does the same with Trisha, then meets Michael and they plop back down on the couch, closer this time. 

"Linda, the kids are asleep, I'll be staying the night, so you don't need to stay." Michael shifts in the cushion getting comfortable, "However, if you would like to stay and talk that would be nice. If not, I will finish the movie. It's actually very funny, especially those Minions."

"That would be nice." Linda leans on the armrest, "I'll stay until Rick and Jan get home. Unless, you really want to finish the movie," Linda smirks. "Is it true?"

"Yeah, It's a funny movie. But, I would rather talk." Michael tilts his head.

Linda giggles, "No, the t-shirt, silly."

Michael looks down at the shirt's writing. "Oh, ha ha. No, not for a very long time."

Their conversation evolves through the evening. They talk about Michael's tattoos, and Linda's natural streaks in her hair; about work, play, everything except relationships once again. The comfortable couch, soft music, dim lights, and their full bellies eventually take their toll, causing the two to fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch. In a sleeping state, they both move together, getting comfortable, unaware of the other's actions.

*****

Rick and Janet tip toe across the living room's wood floors. They make fun of being silent and staying out a little later than expected, acting like teenagers. When they arrive at the couch they stand in front of it and look at each other, smiling, and then down at their two guests enjoying a relaxing sleep.

Linda is in Michael's embrace, both sleeping soundly in the middle of the oversized couch. Michael's back is against the back of the couch, with all but one pillow on the floor. His arm is lying along Linda's side, his hand on her stomach. The other is under the couch pillow they are sharing. He is breathing against the back of her neck causing wisps of her brown hair to move with each exhale. Linda's back is against Michael's chest and stomach. Her legs are intertwined with his, and one hand lies on top of his.

A smiling Janet watches Rick shrug and gesture, palms-up. She retrieves a sheet, covers the two, turns off the lights, and heads toward the bedroom grabbing Rick's butt.

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Linda yawns, trying to wake both mind and body. She tenderly rubs the soft hand resting on her bare stomach, and enjoys the warm breath on the back of her neck. She moans, "Mmm Michael." moving to melt deeper into his inviting body. Still asleep, Michael stirs, shifting his morning hard-on to rest against her firm ass.




He's Not What You Think Ch. 02



Is he thinking of me? She wonders sleepily and reaches back, caressing his butt through the thin fabric of his baggy shorts pulling, him closer. Linda's eyes flash open. She releases a deep quivering breath realizing where she is, who is holding her, and how his touch is making her tingle with arousal. She smiles, relaxing all her muscles, closing her eyes, basking in the sensation of safety and Michael's innocent, hard masculinity.

She lies in Michael's warmth, enjoying the carefree time. The plague she wakes to every morning determining what to wear, the first appointment, the outcome of the next meeting, is replaced by the bliss of comfort and contentment. Turning, wanting to see him, thank him, she stops as Michael presses his soft lips to the back of her smooth neck, tantalizing her satisfaction. She releases a long slow moan, moving her hips, determined to feel every inch of his erection through her jeans, and return some of the pleasure he is invoking.

I could wake up like this every morning. Except, no clothes, so I can feel his warm naked body against mine. Her heart races, and her temperature elevates while she contemplates what it would be like if he was awake. Once again her eyes flash open, Cathy's tapping foot thunders into her mind. She groans with a frown, running her fingers over Michael's soft warm hand one last time, burning the affection into her memory. She sighs, gently moves his hand, and quietly sits up, disconnecting from his rousing masculinity. She fights between her desire to reach back and explore every part of him, and her rationalization that this is neither the time nor the place. She combs her fingers through her hair teasing it. Her reluctant mind forces her muscles to stand, then arrange her clothes, and looks for her sandals. First at the office and now here, she tries to discount how his touch has energized her arousal. Yet, at the same time, she wants to thank him.

She forces herself toward to the kitchen, smelling the coffee. She knows if she looks back things will get very complicated. Only adding to the returning morning's tormenting thoughts. 

Chapter 5 -- The Kick off to Summer Party

They are in their element: Cathy, Linda and their two friends. Flowing from guest to guest, they listen, laugh, smile, and make simple conversation.

After making her rounds at the party, Cathy saunters over to Linda, Julie, and Paige who now stand in a secluded corner. As she approaches she recalls the many social functions the four women had attended, while growing up together, and even more with just Linda in tow.

Her mind focuses. "Linda have you seen Michael? Is he here yet?" She holds back a scowl of impatience, folding her arms.

"Yeah, when are we going to meet this Michael character? Enough with the stories about this guy, it's time for show and tell." Paige impatiently looks at Cathy twirling a strand of red hair.

Cathy throws her hands up in the air, lets them drop to her side, and in a stern reply, "I don't know, ask Linda she's the one with all the answers,"

"Cathy are you still mad?" Linda frowns. "I told you that I promised to keep her identity a closely-guarded secret." She turns away to hide her smile at Cathy's jealous reaction. This is something she has not seen since they were teens. She is a little surprised to see Cathy's emotional wall beginning to crack, especially with regards to Michael. He's the total opposite of what she looks for. Linda cocks her head. Hmm. Maybe that's why. 

The muffled sounds of the guests and music, the smell of the food in the fresh air suddenly all disappear for Cathy's, as her eyes narrow and her hands go to her hips while she scans for a certain man with short black hair. She's tormented with Michael's decision to bring a date. This is not going according to plan. What could this woman be like? Smarter, funnier...? Prettier? Even worse, Linda, her own sister, knows who this woman is and is being tight-lipped. The excuse, if one could call it that: she can guarantee this woman doesn't rate. Linda will only smile and describe the woman as younger than Michael, with red hair. None of this should drive Cathy crazy, but it does. She pouts. "Why isn't he here?"

Linda rolls her eyes. "I don't know; I am not his keeper. He said he might be a little late because of his schedule. So your guess is as good as mine." 

"Will he show up, or is he just saying he would?" Cathy unleashes her scowls as she folds her arms over her chest. "That will be poor judgment on his part."

"Of course he'll be here. His date's already here," Linda grins, twirling her finger at the numerous guests.

"What?! Where is she? No, she's not! I know everyone here. Girls, look for a younger woman with red hair." Cathy leans forward, scanning the crowds again thinking she might go walking around for a bit.

Cathy notices Julie's intense stare and turns to join her, both now looking at their redheaded friend with an expectant raised brow.

"Don't look at me," Paige responds to the glares, "I've never met the guy. Anyway, he's probably not my type; especially if he's as quiet as Cathy says." Then she directs a smile towards Cathy, "So, he has a thing for red-heads." She tilts her head, and in a mocking tone asks, "You sure you want to introduce him?"

*****

"It's almost three o'clock. I guess he's not coming." Cathy is saying with a shrug as she walks up.

Linda observes Cathy's pretense at nonchalance she answers with a straight face, "Don't sound so defeated. I saw Michael about thirty minutes ago by the pool. He's with his date, splashing around."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?" How she could have missed him? "What's his date look like? Is she pretty? Do they look like they are having fun?" Cathy throws out the questions fast, not at all sure she wants to hear the answers. But then again, she doesn't always think of what she says in her excitement. It kind of just comes out.

"He's here? Which one is he?" Julie asks as they all turn to view the pool from their corner. Not able to see the pool, they move as a group without a word spoken, working their way through the crowd; Julie and Paige, curious, look from guest to guest and ask, "Which one?" 

Linda just laughs, looking forward to Cathy's reaction and continues mercilessly, "Michael can't stop smiling, and laughing. They seem to be having a great time. You seem more interested in his date than him."

"No, I just think it's rude to bring someone. I told him he was my 'plus one'. This woman better be.... I don't know.... Something." Cathy tries to dismiss her keen interest, but to no avail while yet dodging guests' complements and thank yous.

They reach the pool, three of the four looking with undisguised intensity for the recent guest and his redheaded date.

Suddenly Linda points with a finger, bouncing on her toes, "There he is."

Tight-lipped, Cathy searches the pool for the fifteenth time, for the tale-tell hair color, and blurts out, "Which one is his date?" She draws her shoulders back, and crossing her arms across her chest, her foot begins to tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Why he would bring a date that is nowhere to be seen?

Linda yells on tiptoe, hands cupped around her mouth, "Michael... Michael... Michael!" Getting his attention, she waves him over.

Briefly, Cathy gaze acknowledges Michael getting out of the pool with Rick Junior and Trisha, then resumes scanning the pool and surrounding area for the infamous red-head. Giving up with a shrug, she alters her gaze to watch Michael talk to Trisha and Rick Junior, the sight of which makes her tight lips relax into grin.

Michael gets down on one knee to be face to face with Trisha and Rick Junior. "You guys grab some towels and come right back. RJ, grab me one also. I am going be over with Linda and Cathy." He watches them run off, before he stands wiping off his face. He rubs his hands through his hair to shed the water, lets out a deep breath, turns with a bright smile, and walks over to the group of women.

Michael studies the four lovely ladies wearing conservative two-piece bikinis wrapped in sarongs; stylish and hot. Damn, she is hot, he thinks, focusing on Linda wearing a blue bikini with blue floral sarong, showing her curves. The friends don't look too damned shabby either. The red head.... And the other girl's skin is such a nice chocolate color. Shit, Cathy looks incredible. Man, why does she need to look so good? Why am I worried about Cathy? No, she's just like my ex, Tina. Stick to the plan. He shakes his head, walking toward the group. 

Once he is within range, Cathy cocks her head and almost snarls, "Rick and Linda told me you brought a date. Where is she? It's rude not to introduce her, especially to the host. Linda knows who she is, but won't tell me." Cathy asks with a steady tap of her foot and a fake smile.

Linda listens to Cathy's questions, quietly giggling anticipating her reaction. She's still surprised at her jealousy. Linda decides to enjoy Cathy's emotional quandary as long as it lasts.

Michael cocks his head, smiling at Cathy, trying to figure out what is different. Is she sad, maybe disappointed? Not sure what it is, he's sensing from her, he says, "Hi, my date will be her shortly."

Trisha and Rick Junior run up to Michael's side with plush white towels slung over their shoulders. Trisha hugs his waist and Rick Junior stands at his side handing him a towel. Michael slings it around his neck and unconsciously places a hand on each of their shoulders. Gazing into Cathy's piercing eyes, he casually continues, "I would give you a hug but I am all wet. Shouldn't you introduce me to your friends?" He turns his head to look at Linda. He smiles, a little uncertainly, trying to figure out why Linda is looking away, trying contain her laughter and covering her mouth. 

With a dismissive wave Cathy replies, "This is Paige, and Julie, and you know Linda. Where's the red-head?" Her eyes dart between Linda as she asks with a raised brow. Questioning them silently. What are those two smiling about.

Before Michael can answer, Paige puts out her hand, "Hi, I'm Paige it's nice to meet you." Julie does the same, adding, "I don't mind a wet hug. I heard you have a thing for red-heads." She turns to glance over at Paige, grinning.

He shakes both their hands giving them one of his bright smiles and replies, "It's nice to meet you. I would give you a hug, but I don't want to get you wet. Besides, my date might not like it. Red-heads.... They can be feisty, and one or two blondes I know." His eyes flicker briefly to Cathy. "Rain check?" He notices Paige lean toward Julie, and hears Paige give a quiet laugh and whisper, "You got that right." 

Trisha tugs on Michaels arm. He looks down to see a curious expression on her face when she asks, "Why does Cathy look strange, 'asking where is she'? Who is she talking about, and why are they talking about red hair?"

Michael laughs, again getting down on one knee to whisper into Trisha's ear, "Cathy wants to know who my date is for the party."

Trisha's eyes get big; she smiles, letting out an, "Oh," and giggling.

Cathy hears Michael whispering to Trisha and tips her head looking, wondering. "Trisha honey, do you know which one of these women is Michael's date? I would like to meet her." She points in the direction of the pool and surroundings, for emphasis.

Trisha squeezes Michael's neck with both arms, her chin pushed against his, and squeals, "I am Michael's date," then smiles from ear to ear.

Linda throws her head back, laughing, "That's the young red-head."

Julie, and then Paige, sigh, "Oh, how sweet."

Cathy looks at Trisha with an open mouth, closes it, and opens it again, unable to speak. She looks towards Linda then over at Michael, ready to say something; instead she turns to Trisha, puzzled, "You're his date?"

Michael stands, brushing off his knee. Trisha wraps her hands around Michael's waist explaining how she made Michael come to the party as her date. She smiles, concluding, "I am Michael's first date in a long time."

At this, none of the women can help their laughter drawing the attention of the nearby guests. Even Cathy laughs with relief no longer feeling threatened by a redheaded guest.

Rick Junior pouts, "I'm bored can we go do something, please."

Michael looks down at him and replies in a low voice, "One day you'll appreciate standing, and talking to beautiful ladies like this, but for now why don't you go to the playground?"

Rick Junior sticks out his bottom lip, looking down, "I can't leave. I'm the chap.... Remember what dad said."

"Ah, right, my chaperone. I'm not to be alone with my date." He regards the curious looks from the ladies, and explains Rick Junior's comment, finishing with, "Cathy, if my date allows me. We should talk later. Right now, I must go--" his head turns, looking down at the two children, "where are we going?" 

Cathy cocks her head, her lips turned up in a whimsical Mona-Lisa-esque smile, as she watches Michael walk toward her. His gentle brown eyes focus on hers, and he gives her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Not wanting to lose her opportunity, wraps her arms around.

Melting into his embrace, she hears Michael say, "I'm sorry to get you wet. Thank you for being understanding about Trisha. I hope we get to talk later." She lays her head on his shoulder, feeling secure and content in his arms. His skin is warm and smooth, yet his muscles are strong and hard. She inhales, taking in his musky aroma mixed with the pool's water. This being the first time he has touched her, and with such affection, she wants it to last. He gently pulls away saying goodbye to the ladies.

Cathy turns to Linda after watching him and the kids walk off. She smiles; she can still smell Michael's aroma. "You could have told me it was Trisha."

Linda answers with a hint of mischief, "That is entirely possible. Although, I did promise I wouldn't say anything." She flicks her wrist. "Anyway, it's more fun watching your jealousy of Trisha."

"I was not jealous. I was curious--."

The three ladies roll their eyes in unison almost as if it were choreographed

Linda giggles, "My Kit Cat, you were jealous."

Cathy throws her arms up, stretching, letting out a deep breath of relief, thinking about Michael's soft lips on her forehead and strong arms around her. "Whatever," she says sweetly. "I need to check on the guests." She walks off with a skip in her step and a smile on her face, thinking, That's just what I needed.

Julie looks at Linda. "Michael seems like a nice enough guy, but not really Cathy's type. Which one is he: rich, or bad boy? Probably rich with tattoos trying to act like a bad boy, right?"

Linda fidgets with her hands. "I guess this is public record, so I can tell you: he's been to jail a few times for either fighting, assault, vandalism, and breaking and entering. He just kept piling up the charges. A few years ago, he put a few bad people in the hospital. But those charges were dropped. He's on probation for drinking and driving, which is odd because... Well I can't tell you why." She hastens to add. "So you would think he is a bad person, right? But, he's not. I would say he's the definition of a troublemaker in the eyes of the law, but is neither." She shrugs, "Does that make sense?"

*****

"Where is she?" Michael mumbles, He's gone over his plan a few times, and decides he will ask for Linda's opinion. She'll be honest. Michael sees Rick and walks up to stand next to him as he looks at the various crowds. Michael asks in a serious tone, "Rick I need your opinion. I'm going to ask Cathy out."

"Yeah, sure. Where are my kids?" Rick cranes his neck to look for them, peering on either side of Michael.

"They're with Janet getting something to eat." Michael rubs his chin trying to determine how to best explain, "Ok I have a plan. I've been thinking about this all week." Michael starts talking explaining his genius idea.

As soon as Michael is finished, Rick's brow wrinkles and eyes narrow, "Practice date? Jesus Michael, you really should have talked to me before right now."

"Never mind, I'll ask Linda."

"Yeah, She'll agree with me, you're crazy. Wait, Linda is the one you want to go out with?" Rick scratches his head, "Right?"

Michael grins, "Absolutely. She'll let me know what to do."

Rick crosses his arms across his chest looking up letting out a breath, "So, you are going to ask Linda about taking out Cathy, when you actually want to go out with Linda? Ok, now I'm just lost." Rick sighs, "Michael you are acting like one of my kids, grow a set. Get your head out of your ass, and ask the girl out. You're an idiot. I mean that in a nice way." Rick grins, "For a guy that has women coming at him every day, you're clueless."

"The first time I ask you for advice, and you call me an idiot and clueless... in a nice way, of course," Michael cocks his head furrowing his brow. "I'm telling you this will work. Thanks for the talk." Michael huffs, "I'm going to go talk to Linda. \She'll understand."

"Yeah. Okay, let me know how it goes." Rick chuckles, watching Michael walk off. At least he's doing something, I guess. "By the way you're an insane idiot," he howls after him, causing a few heads to turn and look. Rick runs his hand through his hair mumbling, "What the fuck is he thinking? I don't know about that boy. I need a drink. Where's Janet? She must have had something to do with this insanity."

Linda stands in corner by herself waiting for the ladies to return. She smiles watching Michael approaching.

He stops in front of her, returning the smile, letting out a deep breath. "Linda, I would like your opinion. I have met someone that I would like to ask out. However, I've not been on a date in a long time. I'm worried I might look desperate or idiotic."

"No you wouldn't," she answers with a warm smile, hiding her surprise, also wondering who could have caught his attention. She is a lucky woman.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. But," he pauses looking for the right words, without tipping his hand that she in fact is the one he wants to impress.

"Michael, you have women approaching you, wanting to go out all the time?"

"Yeah that's just it. I have women approach me. I've met someone that hasn't. Someone that may be interested in me, I think, I hope. I really want to find out if there is something more."

"I understand, and that's great. But, Michael be yourself, and you will be fine. I am sure more that one woman is interested in you." Linda tips her head frowning, wondering Who in the hell is this woman? He has never mentioned anyone to me. Then again, we've never talked about relationships... or dating.

He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and continues, "I was thinking that I should go on a few practice dates, you know to get comfortable. Does that make sense? I just don't want to screw up my first date with this woman. That is, if she even says yes. It's a first impression, and memory type thing. Weird?" Michael, listening to his own words starts, to think this may truly sound stupid.

"Weird, yes. Michael... you're thirty years old. I'm sure you've asked women out. Nothing has changed. I know who every you ask out will have a great time. All you have to do is ask. So what if you are a little out of practice, be yourself and everything will go well." Who the hell is she? She looks away suddenly realizing she is thinking just like Cathy.

"In the past, I would go out with women who asked me. I never had to ask. I didn't even have to try. This is different. I might get turned down. I don't deal with rejection well. So, I was thinking of asking Cathy out. You said she was a sure thing right?"

She asks, wide-eyed, "Michael, you plan on taking Cathy out to practice having sex?" 

"What? No!" His mouth drops open, and he feels the heat radiating from his face as he blushes. Rubbing his face, he quickly replies, "When I say a 'sure thing', I mean that she will say yes to a date. She'll realize I'm nothing special. It'll satisfy her curiosity. In turn, she'll lose interest. I would be killing two birds with one stone. What do you think?"




He's Not What You Think Ch. 02



"Cathy? Practice date?" she mumbles, looking down thinking well I guess it, maybe.... Maybe it makes sense. How can a man like him be intimidated about asking a woman out on a date? "What do you have in mind for this practice date?" Linda asks, looking up. Tilting her head she notices Cathy behind him strolling their in direction.

"Well... I was thinking of taking her hiking." He shrugs looking down. "It's something I like to do. I know it's probably not what Cathy would consider a date, but it would at least give us time to talk."

"That would be perfect," Linda replies with a grin, thinking She'll want to kill you by the end of the day. "Make sure you tell her that you are making the plans, or she will take over. When are you going to ask her?"

"Really?" Michael smiles at Linda's approval. "I'll ask her when I see her, and suggest going hiking next Saturday."

"I am sure she will go for it. In fact, here she is," Linda smiles, pointing behind him. He is acting like a boy asking out a girl for the first time; cute, but strange. Linda leans in, whispering, "Oh, do not use the word practice date. Just tell her you are doing this to get to know each other. Which is true." I wonder how this is going to turn out?

Cathy strolls up, her eyes boring into Linda's trying to read her mind, wondering why she is whispering to Michael while looking at her. "Hey, what's going on?"

Michael turns, moving to stand a few inches away, face-to-face with Cathy. His soft hands grasp and gently caress hers. She feels his warm breath, and smells it's minty aroma. Cathy is surprised and happy with Michael's actions today, thinking he is much different away from work. She looks down at their hands before looking into his eyes with an ample smile. Feeling his thumbs rubbing the tops of her hands causes her usual lusty stare to be replaced with a relaxing gaze, "How are you enjoying the party?"

Michael slightly tilts his head noticing something different in Cathy's eyes and expression, something nice. "It's a great party. I have been talking with Linda, and she agrees with me. I would like us to spend next Saturday together to get to know each other. I was thinking--"

"Yes," Cathy replies with a smile, almost bouncing, and continues in an upbeat tone, "That would be great. We can--"

Michael laughs, "I'm asking you out. So, I will be making the plans." He puts his arm through hers with a jovial reply, "Come on, I'll tell you what I have in mind."

Cathy looks back at Linda with a smile, raising her shoulders mouthing thank you. Linda smiles and nods her head thinking how could Michael be so insecure... about a date?

Chapter 6 - Sort of a Date

"Hey Bill," Michael shakes the paw of the tall round park ranger with gray hair. "This is Cathy, we are going to B4112. Probably be out there all day. Is anyone else out that way?"

Bill moves from Michael's hand to Cathy's, wrapping her hand in a firm but gentle shake. "Cathy, it's nice to meet you. You're the first person I have seen Michael bring up here that isn't a group of kids, fifteen and under." Bill, scratching his chin and puckers his lips, "He's taking you to B4112. Has he told you about the place?"

Cathy drops her hand onto the counter with a raised brow and low voice, "No... why?"

A corner of Bill's mouth raises his and eyes lighten, "It's a little difficult to get to and secluded. Did you bring a bathing suit with you?"

"Yes, as I was instructed by him." Cathy balls her fists pointing her thumb at Michael. "He told me a list of stuff I needed then checked to see if I had everything." Cathy rolls her eyes, "Like I didn't listen."

"Well, not many people are out here today, to answer your questions Michael. You'll have the place to yourself," Bill rubs his chin smiling. "You, young lady, won't need the suit." His index finger shoots up, and he raises his voice continuing to smile, "However, this is a state park. We do not allow that type of behavior." He mockingly turns to Michael. "Right."

Cathy looks down amused, replying softly, "He wishes." 

"Yes, Right. Who's on duty today?" Michael interjects, steering the conversation away from its present path.

"Just me and Oscar, keep your radio on just in case."

"You know I always do." Michael reaches into his pocket, "Here are my keys. See you this evening."

"Have fun," Bill laughs. "Remember what I said. We don't allow that type of behavior," as he winks at Cathy making the red in her cheeks rise.

Michael and Cathy walk through the door squinting, putting a hand up to shield their eyes from the sun. Walking forward to the welcome shade of the trees, Michael adjusts his backpack, making it bounce a few times on his back, then points north. "We are going to be walking towards those mountains for a little less than an hour on the trail, and about twenty minutes off the trail. So, I figure we can walk and talk. What would you like to talk about?" He asks as he starts down the trail. "Linda tells me that you don't lie. I've learned you speak your mind."

Cathy puts her remaining arm through the strap, wiggling to adjust to the new experience of the small pack, then skips forward to catch Michael. "Linda told me that you seemed to be honest when you two talked. So, you'll be honest with me?"

"Of course, I won't lie to you, and I hope you do the same."

"Okay..." Cathy turns her head to ask, "Why won't you talk to me at work?"

"Well," Michael looks ahead at the shaded dirt trail. "My dad, at an early age, drummed in my head 'Work is work. Not a place to goof off. You get paid to work. Make sure you do.' It stuck."

Cathy's happy to hear that she's not the reason replies, "That explains the difference between work and the party." Cathy looks at the trees along the path then turns, looking over her shoulder at the fading ranger station. "What do you think is my prettiest feature?" She asks smirking. "I think your eyes are yours." 

Michael stops at the bend on the trail and grabs Cathy's hand, gently pulling her to a stop. She turns as Michael brings a hand up to cup her cheek, moving his thumb to feel her silky skin. He looks down. Inch by inch he raises his head. His eyes look but his mind takes in her firm legs, the subtle curve of her hips, her inviting breasts, her smooth taut skin, and light tan. His eyes stop, looking into her anticipating gaze. "Thank you. I also think your eyes," Michael answers in a smooth low voice. "Your eyes are full of life. They can make a man quiver with desire. If I stare at them too long, they can bring me to my knees. If you haven't noticed, I turn away a lot. It's your fault." Michael smiles thinking that must have sounded corny. Eh, that's who I am.

Cathy's mouth partly opens, closes, and then opens again. She's lost in the sincerity of Michael's eyes. She's unable to respond with words. She was expecting to hear legs, butt, body, tits, face, even eyes the norm. But, the way he phrased it caught her off guard. The way the words glided to her ears and the compassion in his eyes make her a little unsteady. She leans forward with a desire to touch his lips with hers. But, she's stopped.

Michael inches his hand from Cathy's cheek, placing two fingers on her soft moist lips. He runs his tongue along his parted lips, "Not here. Let's get to where we're going, and we'll see what happens. We'll do it my way."

Cathy pulls her head back flustered. She blurts out, "What... your way? I know how to kiss." She stands fast placing her hands on her hips glaring at Michael looking for an answer.

Michael takes in Cathy's curious stare, and decides to walk away like nothing happened. He yells back over his shoulder, "come on, we've only just started the trek, we need to get..."

Michael voice fades as Cathy watches him hiking down the trail. She stomps off after him mad that he is overlooking her invitation. "What makes you think I'll want to kiss you when we get to where ever we are going?"

Michael lips turn up, thinking back to all the times Cathy just looks at him with that same questioning stare. During those times, he inwardly scolds himself wonder why do I always want to touch you? I need to keep my distance and my head on straight. No more touching. Once she catches up, he asks a little annoyed, "Cathy why do you always do that? You start talking then just stare at me. You've done it a few times now." 

Cathy huffs, "I do not. If you didn't notice, I was going to kiss you. But, that won't be happening now." Cathy walks next to Michael thinking of the next question she has been wanting to ask since she first met him. Nervous to hear the answer, apprehensively she asks, "Why do you look at me like I'm a snake ready to strike, or someone that is going to do something to you? I feel bad, and I don't know why. You don't always do it, but I've noticed."

Michael stops again. Cathy does the same turning to him with a questioning frown. Michael attentive to her glare runs his fingers through his hair letting out a breath, "If I have done that, I am sorry. I would never want you to think that, it's just that..." He snaps his mouth shut looking towards the winding trail. His brow wrinkles and responds little aggravated, "We need to keep walking, or we'll never get there. Stopping is slowing us down."

"Hey," Cathy replies aggravated, "don't try to blame stopping on me." Cathy crosses her arms over her chest and continues, "You're the one that keeps stopping."

Michael rolls his eyes, his lips bunching together. "Come on. Cathy I hardly know you, and you're already driving me crazy." He starts down the path, again.

Cathy following Michael replies with an aggravated voice, "Good, you've been driving me crazy for months. So, why do you look at me like that?" Cathy notices Michael is about to stop. She throws up her hand, pointing towards the trail. "No, no, no, keep walking. Don't try to blame me for stopping. You're the one who said we could walk and talk. I'm not going to stop asking until I get my answer, by the way."

Michael slows down almost stopping then increases his pace hearing Cathy's argument. He lets out a deep breath, "You know you can be very aggravating." His head drops, looking down wishing the warm breeze would carry away the uneasy feelings. How in the hell did I think this wouldn't come up? I wasn't planning on this. Do I tell her I stop myself from reaching out and touching her every time I see her? Or, do I tell her I want to run away. Why does she need to know? I hate talking about my feelings, especially these. Michael replies stumped, "I would rather not say. I don't want you to take it the wrong way or hurt your feelings."

"I don't think we know each other well enough to hurt the other's feelings. Now out with it," Cathy replies, wondering what he could say to hurt her feelings. I don't have feelings for him. Maybe a little curious, so how could he hurt something that is not there? No, I just want to know why he's not like all the other guys. She lets out a quiet "hum, Feelings?"

Michael sighs, and says to himself, I should tell her. I want her to know who I am. That will be enough to scare her away, or at least she'll understand why I just can't. Michael shoulders sag, and he frowns looking at her, "Alright, don't take this the wrong way." Seeing her nod, and her determined stare, he continues, "Cathy, I see you as if you are an angel gracing me with your presence. I think you are beautiful. But, your looks remind me of my ex fiancée. She was shorter, but has that same sultry strut, air of confidence, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that every man wanted, and had." Michael looks down slowing his walk. He sighs continuing in a crackled voice, "She cheated on me, more than once, and it tore me apart." He puts a hand on his sternum taking a deep breath, "I thought my heart was ripped out of my chest. It was a mental nightmare." Michael pauses trying to focus ahead through watery eyes. Painfully he continues, "I'm scared of you. At times I want to touch you, and at times I want to run from you. I have heard how your boyfriends end up. I've been there. I won't go there, again." This, Michael thinks, is why I like talking with Linda. We don't talk about the hard stuff, relationships and feelings.

Cathy's jaw drops. He sees me as an angel? she questions herself in disbelief. She runs Michael's answer through her mind, again. No wait, a fallen angel, a demon ripping the heart out of my lover? No, that's not the way it is. What does he know about my boyfriends? I was their latest conquest. They didn't want me for me. They desired everything they got. Could I really do that to Michael? Cathy looks down and sternly says aloud, "Michael, I am not her."

"Cathy, are you wearing new hiking boots?"

"Yes why?" Cathy looks at him with quizzical eyes, tilting her head.

"Your feet are going to be killing you by the end of the day. I should have told you to wear something different. Cathy, you're not into hiking. Why'd you come today?"

"Linda warned me that you would try and change the subject. Answer my questions and I will answer yours."

"I answered your questions," Michael huffs. "Why did you come?"

"No you didn't. Let me rephrase the question. Michael, do you know I am not your ex? What's her name?"

"Yes, I know you are not Tina," Michael smirks, "Happy?"

"No, because I don't believe you. You said you wouldn't lie," Cathy bears down with her piercing blue eyes.

"Cathy, I told you I wouldn't lie. I know you are not Tina. But, you look like her. Your relationships end up like mine did with her."

"I never cheated on any of my idiot boyfriends. Do you know the men, no boys, I went out with? Do you know how they acted? What they expected. How they think a woman should be treated? They deserve what they got," Cathy's lower lip quivers taking in a rushed breath.

Getting worked up, Cathy's forehead wrinkles, and her hands ball into fists thinking about her past, "Now, you're using your past experience, as awful as it may have been, and my past history... Which by the way, you don't know all the facts to judge me. You're comparing me to your ex Tina even though you said quote, 'You hardly know me.' You're an ass. All I have ever been to you is nice. You're acting like the men I went out with, judging me, instead of knowing me." Her heated voice rises, "I came out here, even though this is not what I consider fun, to get to know you. Now, I know you are a judging asshole just like the rest." Cathy scowls, "Why don't we just go back. I know everything I need to know."

Michael stops, and crossing his arms looking into Cathy's glowered stare, "Are we not suppose to learn from the past?" Michael's upset unsure what he expected from his or her answer, not that she may be right. No, I know enough.

"Yes," Cathy almost yells back, "learn from the past! Not live in the past! Not to be scared of the future, but learn to avoid those pitfalls in the future."

Michael scowls at her piercing stare, "You're doing the same thing. You act like you want to know me. I'm your typical type. What is it? A bad boy? You're no different. I'm the one learning from my past."

"Bull shit!" Cathy yells, one hand pointing a shaking finger in Michael's face. She holds the urge to knock some sense into him with the other hand. "Linda told me you were different, not like the normal boys I go out with and suggested I 'should just forget about you.' Everyone else told me you're such a nice guy not my usual. Boy, you got them all fooled." A tear of rage begins tumbling down her cheek as she continues, "I am moving forward, trying something different from my past."

Michael stands still, arms across his chest, unable to reply to the outburst. He runs his hands through his hair then drops them to his side grinding his teeth. Fuck, is she right? The questions start to flash like lightning in his mind. Do I have this all wrong? Am I being an ass? He watches Cathy turn around, walking off stating 'I want to leave. I don't want to be here.' Did I really give her a chance? Did I let everyone else's opinions sway my thoughts? Did I learn from my past, or run from it? "Shit! Cathy wait!"

Michael runs to stand in front of Cathy making her stop. In a calm rage looking down, Cathy only says, "MOVE." She folds her arms looking to her side. She can't believe she's so upset with him or herself. Why should I care what he thinks? she thinks to herself. He's the first man to tell me... He actually told me what he thought. Why did it hurt and make me so mad? He could have been a little nicer about it. I can't believe I'm crying. Her swirling thoughts fuel the heat in her flush appearance, and her eyes water. 

Michael takes his backpack off setting it down. He puts a hand under her chin noticing the flexing muscles of her jaw as he tries to face her. He watches her move her head to the side avoiding his touch, then wipe away a tear before returning her arm to her chest. Michael takes in a sharp breath, feeling as if his heart is being squeezed. His rib cage tightens by an emotional force of his own making. He's not surprised she is stubborn and refuses to look at him. He admires her fortitude, yet is determined to break through the wall of defiance.

He puts his hands on her shoulder, removing her backpack and placing it on the ground beside her feet. He watches her arms return to their folded revolt, her jaw muscles flexing faster. He places his hands back on her shoulder, gently rubbing, speaking in a soft tone, "Cathy, please look at me. You should know..." Michael stops, waiting for her to look him in the eyes.

Cathy surprises herself by replying in a low grumble, "What?" She continues to look down to the side waiting for an answer, "I should know what?" She asks again. Not hearing an answer, she snaps her head up to look at Michael, "WHAT!"

Michael seeing the pain in her eyes, frowns, "Cathy, I am sorry. I am so sorry for upsetting you. You may be, could be, and sort of be... right." His shoulders slump, "Please forgive me for being naive. I've never talked to anyone about my ex, and what she did to me. I knew it would be painful. I may have taken that out on you, or judged you unfair. You've made me open my eyes, or at least crack them open." Michael starts inching closer, "Please don't hurt me." Michael says, wrapping his arms around her.

Cathy moves to get comfortable. Still fuming, she takes her arms from her chest to wrap them around him and rests her head on his shoulder, letting out a quivering breath. Michael's gentle hand rubs her back making her relax. She can't help but feel safe in his arms even though she's still upset. She knows, or at least hopes, he didn't mean to hurt hear. She thinks, I would need feeling to allow that to happen.

Michael's warm breath tickles her ear, "Cathy I'm sorry. Can we start over? No expectations, no preconceived notions of the other. We'll get to know each other today. Let's just try not to kill each other." Michael chuckles in her ear and kisses her temple. Cathy feels as if a weight has been lifted from her tormented being with that single statement 'No expectations, no preconceived notions.'

Cathy sighs, "Okay, I am sorry also. We have a do over."

She grins releasing the pressure on his heart. Michael can't believe how relieved he feels by hear one word, 'Okay.'

They stay in each other's arms for a few more minutes regaining their emotional strength. Michael pulls back to look at Cathy, "Let's get going I want you to see this place you're going to love it. But one thing first." Michael turns and kneels down next to his pack. He pulls out a washcloth and bottle of water. He soaks the washcloth, rings it out, and stands facing Cathy. He uses the washcloth to lightly wipe her face staring into her eyes and smiling. "I'm glad you didn't wear make-up. You look so much better without it."