Cat Osterman

"Ms. Finch is here and has a Ms. Osterman with her," your receptionist tells you as Jennie Finch, clad in a tight blue dress, walks into your office with one of her former Olympic teammates and long-time friend Cat Osterman.

"Hi John," Cat tells you as she shakes your hand and you check out her body in the orange t-shirt and little black shorts she is wearing, "Jennie told me a lot about you, so I thought I would come along with her and see what all the fuss is about."

"Have a seat Cat," you tell her as Jennie excuses herself to go back home, needing to go play mom to her kids since her husband would be away soon and she didn't have a sitter.

"I must say Cat, that one of the reasons I was so thrilled to sign Jennie is that I have a weakness for hot softball players," you tell her as she tells you about her burgeoning coaching career, and several things she'd like to branch into as a result of that.

"Wait...you think I'm hot??" she asks you, smiling and hanging her head down shyly as she chokes back a giggle, "most guys are intimidated by me because I'm so tall and because I was allegedly such a great player at UT."

Look at me Catherine," you tell her, putting a hand on her face as you look her deep in her eyes, "I'm not like most guys. I find it hot that you're so great at what you do, and can still be so attractive. And you were definitely the shit in college, baby."

"You know...I really never have time to date anyone these days..." she tells you, already smitten with you enough that she felt she could spill her secrets to you, "so if you want to have more than a business relationship out of this, I'm interested."

"Let's go have a nice dinner Cat," you tell her, resisting the urge to kiss her right there and then, "we have a lot to talk about, baby. Business-wise and otherwise."