"All this sneaking around is going to get us in trouble." Roman Reigns stood naked at the side of the bed, watching the unclothed woman in the sheets.

Sam looked up at him, feeling the familiar ache he gave her. It had only been a few minutes since her orgasm and yet she already wanted him again. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table told her there wasn't enough time.

"There's only going to be trouble if you don't get out of here." She tossed his pants and boxers at him to emphasize her point.

His smirk faltered slightly as he watched her leave the bed to go to her suitcase. His cock stirred back to life when she bent over, her pink pussy peeking out at him.

Damn, he was ready to go again.

Sam turned, expecting to see him dressed. Instead he stood watching her, a familiar look of lust creeping upon his face. Her brows pinched together in annoyance. "Don't you need to go?"

He was still naked, not making any attempts to change that fact. Seeing the body wash and razor in her hand, he sent her a devilish grin. "I could use a shower."

"No, Roman," she rolled her eyes. "Go to your hotel room and get ready, not mine."

It was his turn to be annoyed. "I didn't even sleep there. This might as well be my room too."

Sam didn't want to argue about something so minor. He needed to get ready. She needed to get ready. If Roman stayed, the two would end up back in bed.

"Ro, we don't have time for this," she begged. "You have press and meet-n-greets, I have tons of makeup to do."

With a heavy sigh, he relented. "Fine, I'll go. Give me a kiss."

Sam felt her heart leap. She and Roman had been friends for a few months now, and began sleeping with each other just a little over two weeks ago. It was something that just happened. She was glad there wasn't any awkwardness and even happier that it was continuing, but she was cautious.

She didn't get ahead of herself thinking they were anything more than friends with benefits, but sometimes Roman made that difficult. Like right now, when he wanted a goodbye kiss.

Walking over to him, she craned her neck up, rising up on the balls of her feet to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"No," he grabbed her wrist before she could retreat. "A real kiss."

"Roman, that was-" But her words were cut off.

The fight left her body as Roman's lips pressed against hers, firmly, but still soft enough to pry her mouth open. One large hand held the back of her head, while the other snaked around her curvy waist. A moan escaped her mouth as their bare chests touched.

Sam's hand rested on his strong upper arm, the other still holding her toiletries. The feeling of his steel length against her stomach flooded her head with the memories of their blissful morning. Roman's hand gripped her hair, giving a tug to tell her he wanted more of her, all of her...

Quickly, she came to her senses and pulled her mouth from his. Roman's hooded eyes looked down at her, still in his hold.

"We can't." She was breathless. "No time."

Just a kiss from the man, and she couldn't form sentences.

"You're right." He gave a quick kiss to her lips before letting go. "But we'll have plenty of time tonight."

Her stomach flipped. Yes they would.

"Maybe we'll stay in your room tonight." She watched him dress, damning him for making her ache like this when he knew he couldn't finish it. "That way it won't go to waste."

"Just tell management we'll share a room. Save them money."

"Then they'll know we're sleeping together, which means everyone will know we're sleeping together."

Roman didn't bother fixing his bun after putting his shirt on, he'd be showering soon. "What if they already know?"

The color drained from her face. "Did someone say something to you? I haven't told anyone."

"Relax," he said annoyed. "Nobody knows." He hated how adamant she was on keeping their relationship hidden. He wouldn't care if people knew.

Feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment, Sam headed to the bathroom. "I really have to get ready."

Roman took the hint, gathering all of his things and heading out, telling her he'd see her later. And he would. Sam was a makeup artist for the WWE. She was behind the scenes, catering to beauty needs. It took a good majority of the day to get everyone ready, also doing any touch ups needed throughout the night.

Sam had been working for a few weeks before she had been introduced to Roman, and it was a few more weeks after that before they actually started a friendship. A friendship which led to sleeping together. Luckily, both were quiet about their personal lives, so word had not gotten out about their sex life. Sam shuddered to think what would happen if people found out.

By 11:15 Sam was showered, dressed, with hair and makeup done. Grabbing her large, rolling suitcase loaded with all of her makeup, she headed downstairs to the shuttles.

"Hey," a familiar voice greeted her as she left her room.

Sam turned to see her good friend, Seth Rollins, approaching. He wore gym shorts, a t-shirt, vans, and a backwards hat. Typical of him out of his ring wear. She returned his greeting and gave him a hug.

"Going to the arena?" He asked while pulling from the embrace.

"Yep."

"Me too. We can ride together."

"Sounds good."

Seth reached for her suitcase, taking it from her. "Let me get that."

"You don't have-"

"It's the gentlemanly thing to do," he playfully scolded as he began wheeling it behind them.

"The perfect gentleman," she teased.

Seth was the first good friend she made in the WWE family. They had a lot in common and had the same sense of humor. Seth was who she hung around with the most, aside from Roman, who she was beginning to spend every night with.

They made it out of the hotel with surprising ease, no fans approached Seth for pictures or autographs. The ride to the arena was only about ten minutes, but it still gave the two time to talk.

"There's a restaurant near the hotel that's open til 2. I heard it's pretty good. Wanna go tonight?"

"Sounds good to me. You know I'll never turn down food."

With a chuckle, he agreed. "Amen to that."

The back entrance to the arena was busy. Crew members were unloading pieces of the ring to be set up inside. Security stood along a makeshift barricade, keeping fans on the other side and out of the way.

"I'll see you around," Seth told her as their car parked to drop them off.

"See ya."

The crowd erupted as Seth emerged. He graciously went to them, signing autographs and taking pictures.

Sam wondered where Roman was. She assumed he was at the arena, but he was probably busy. Knowing she would run into him sooner or later, she unloaded her bag and went inside.

The rest of her day went by as usual. She was on her feet for hours, applying makeup, styling hair, fixing the little mess ups that happened once they left her chair. It was nearing six o'clock when Sam began her last client of the day, Lana. Sam always saved her for last, being that Lana's makeup was her favorite to do. Lana always wanted full glam and was adventurous with her hair styles.

"I've been following the skin care routine you recommended," Lana told her as she applied a primer to her face. "It's only been a week and I can already see a difference."

"I'm glad it's working for you," Sam smiled at the blonde. "Any requests for your look tonight?"

Lana shook her head. "I am your canvas."

Sam chuckled as she began pulling the makeup she wanted. Having been busy all day, she didn't have time to check her phone. Finally having a moment of calm, she pulled it out, smiling when she saw texts from Roman.

Are you at the arena yet?

Have you eaten today?

The meet-n-greet was packed. Twice as many people as usual. Was a good one.

Either you're really busy or you're ignoring me.

Want to go to dinner after work?

Sam felt bad. He had texted her throughout the day and she hadn't replied at all. She wouldn't be surprised if he really did think she was ignoring him.

"Just you two ladies back here?" The smooth, deep voice pulled her attention from her phone.

Sam turned to see Roman striding over. He wore his ring gear, choosing her favorite all black uniform. His hair was in a neat bun near the crown of his head. He only took it out a few minutes before going on stage. His hair was usually kept tied up, but occasionally he wore it down in public. Sam liked it down during sex, being able to run her fingers through and grip onto his thick locks. He always slept with it down.

"Yep." Sam forced the cheesy smile pulling at her mouth at bay. "Lana's my last one."

"Can you do anything to help this mug?" Roman looked at himself in the mirror, checking to make sure his beard was even.

Sam rolled her eyes as she went back to applying Lana's foundation. "Yeah, you need so much help."

"If getting some powder on my face means sitting in that chair and having your attention all on me..." He shrugged, taking a step forward, making his vest covered chest graze Sam's back. "Worth it."

His husky words made her breath catch. Warmth spread through her body at his closeness. Her cheeks heated in a flush, from both arousal and embarrassment. He was being so forward, and in front of Lana.

She slipped away from him, hoping Lana didn't notice the tension. "Sorry, I only have enough time for Lana."

Her eyes swept over to him. His jaw was clenched tight. Was he angry? She raised an eyebrow a him, silently asking what was wrong. Roman deliberately ignored her, shunning her as he turned his back to her.

"Where's your husband?" He asked Lana. He needed to get away from the situation before he got anymore pissed off.

"Your guess is as good as mine," she laughed. "I'd try catering."

With a tight nod and nothing more, Roman left. Sam let out the breath she had been holding in.

"What was that?" Lana asked as Sam began blending her makeup.

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Roman. The tension...My God."

Sam inwardly cringed. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe he was bored."

"He was hitting on you. Hard."

Damn it. Sam knew Lana wasn't dumb. There was no way she would be blind to Roman's obvious come on. But she wished she had been.

"I don't know why," Sam mumbled, trying her best to act innocent.

"I always thought you and Seth had a thing going."

Sam almost choked. "Seth?"

"Yeah, you guys hang out all the time."

Which was true, they did. But nothing was between the two except friendship, so Sam didn't worry about people seeing her with Seth.

"Seth is a good friend. He's my best friend here."

"That can make the best relationship, you know," Lana winked. "I'm sure the thought has crossed his mind."

Sam was positive it had not, just like it had never crossed hers. Seth was like a brother, and he treated her like a sister. There was nothing more than that. But to get Lana off her case, she went along with it.

"I've never looked at it that way. Maybe you're right."

Lana giggled, encouraging her to pursue it. Sam answered with a vague 'maybe' and quickly changed the subject to Lana's hair. Relief washed over her as the subject of her love life was dropped. She would finish with Lana and finally be able to rest for a little while.

Roman stood around the corner, fuming over what he had just heard.