I haven't written a wrestling story in years. But after watching Smackdown due to the insistence of my younger brother, I couldn't help notice Drew McIntyre's accent... Thanks to Kresley Cole's wonderful books, my fantasies now include men with Scottish accents. This is part 1 of a 2 part story. Enjoy!

If he ever heard a real "no" coming from her lips, he might have listened.

As it was, his little blond had said the words numerous times. In varying tones of annoyance, anger, and frustration right before she inevitably ran off on him.

But he wasn't blind. She might claim he wasn't her type. She might insist she wasn't attracted to him. She even swore she would never say yes. But he planned on hearing her say yes.

From underneath him, on top of him, and any other position he could think of.

He took a deep breath as he tried to clear his head of those carnal images. That last thing he needed now was to approach her with his cock waving hello before he could even utter a word.

But damn that woman made him hot. She had a body made for pleasure and he wanted to taste every inch of that golden skin. Wanted to wrap all that pretty blonde hair around his hands and-

He shook his head before he went down that road again. He'd never have the opportunity to do all these things if he didn't get her to agree to give him a chance. The other wrestlers mercilessly teased Drew for his "crush" on the pretty diva, but he didn't care. What he had was more than a crush, it was destiny.

Coming from Scotland had ensured he had been raised in a rich culture full of superstition. And one thing that had always been drilled into him since he was a young boy was that when he found the woman meant for him, he would just know.

He hadn't taken it very seriously for much of his young life. All he had felt when he saw a pretty girl was desire and little else. So he slaked it, often and repeatedly, and simply left after it was over. Many of his lovers had called him cold and callous, but he cared little about what others said of him. He did what he wanted, how he wanted, usually with a high level of confidence that others insisted on calling arrogance.

Up until he had come to the U.S, he had had few ties back at home. He kept in touch with his family but he was free to do as he wished, reveling in the freedom and opportunity being a wrestler garnered him.

And then he had met her. His plans of bedding as many women as he wanted promptly flew out the window as soon as he laid eyes on his little blond. She hated when he called her that, hated when he referred to her as "my" anything. But she didn't know. She was his already.

As soon as he had seen her, he felt as if the air had rushed out of his body. Everyone else seemed to fall away into the background until all he could see was her. Her laugh had caught his attention and held it like nothing else ever had. Her smile, which reached her eyes and made them sparkle, had him dumbfounded. He felt as if everything had just shifted into place. As if for the first time in his life, he wanted more than just sex from a woman.

He had been talking to Rhodes at the time and was brought back to reality only after his friend had stepped into his line of vision. He still remembered shoving him aside to look his fill. Not that he thought he ever would. Lord knew he could stare at her for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

But she didn't see it like that. The first time he approached her she had seemed scared. It was the first and only time he regretted his show of aggression in the ring. Most of the time he reveled in being feared. Fear garnered respect and he enjoyed the look of wariness on people's faces when they saw him approaching.

But to see it on her face... It had upset him. As if he would ever hurt her. He wanted to do everything in his power to bring her pleasure, and the very reputation he had worked hard to cultivate made her see him as dangerous.

And "not her type."

Drew smirked as he continued walking to his destination. What Kelly didn't know was that they were made for each other. No matter how much she denied it, he could see her desire written as plain as the words in a book. The way she bit her lip without knowing when he said something particularly naughty, the flush that ran from her slim neck to those breasts he often imagined touching, and the way her eyes were so expressive, showing her desire as she unconsciously looked at his body when she thought he wasn't looking.

Yes, if he had ever truly heard a "no" coming from those pretty lips he might have listened. But the fact that he already knew she was his, and that she was simply fighting what she felt because she was wary of the man she saw in the ring, made him more determined than ever to make her see.

"Oh my God, get out!"

Kelly's head snapped up from pulling on her boots as she heard the shriek of her fellow diva.

"Do not worry yourself, woman, it's not you I'm interested in looking at."

Her heart sped up at the sound of that familiar brogue, but she ruthlessly forced herself to calm down. She couldn't keep letting him affect her like this damn it! Every time she heard his accent she melted on the inside, her mind taking her to places it shouldn't. Hadn't she learned her lesson all those years ago? Apparently her mind had, but her body hadn't.

Hastening to pull her shirt over her head and leave before she saw him, she nearly tripped over her bag.

Only to land against a warm wall of muscle.

"Ah darling, you don't have to throw yourself at me, you've already got all my attention."

Her cheeks heated as she stepped back to glare at the source of all her sleepless nights.

"I wasn't throwing myself at you!"

He smirked in that way that made her insides flutter like crazy and she looked away before she did something stupid- like sigh.

She turned around to pull a sweater out of her locker but whirled around as she realized where he was- and where she was.

"You can't be in here! This is the woman's locker room, you'll be suspended!"

He shook his head as his eyes slowly perused her body, making her feel as if she was naked to his gaze. She wrapped her arms around her middle, suddenly feeling as if he was thinking the very same thing.

"They won't suspend me. Besides who's gonna tell them? You wouldn't go and run to Teddy now, would you?"

She glared at him. "I should. It would serve you right for barging in here like you own the place."

"I'm not interested in owning this dump. I'm only interested in owning your heart."

Why did he have to be smooth with his words? She was sure he had used those lines to get into the panties of many women but she still found herself softening towards him, wanting to believe that all his compliments were sincere.

And that was why she needed to leave. Kaitlyn always teased her about running away from him because she was scared he could actually convince her to go out with him and she always laughed it off. But her friend had no idea how right she was.

If she didn't get away from him soon she would make another mistake, and hadn't she learned that painful lesson already?

"Love, what's got you looking so preoccupied?" His deep voice rumbled through her thoughts and she shook herself inwardly.

"Nothing," she responded shortly, turning her back to him and pulling on a light sweater. "I have somewhere I need to be." She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt him move closer, his clean scent filling her mind and making her bite her lip.

"Yes, you do have somewhere you need to be," he said, his voice low as he bent his head towards her ear, "out with me."

She sighed as she turned towards him. "Why don't you just give up? I've told you for months now I don't want anything to do with you."

Instead of being offended, he only smirked. "Really? Is that why your face lights up when you see me approaching you? Is that why you're always looking at me when you think I can't see? What do you think about when you look at me, Kelly? Because when I look at you I think about-"

"I'm sure I know what you think about," she interrupted, hotly. "It doesn't take a mind reader to figure out what you're thinking about when I catch you staring at my breasts or my ass."

He shook his head. "I guess it doesn't. But I think about other stuff too."

She rolled her eyes. "Right. Like what?"

"I think about what I can do to make you smile. I think about what I can say to hear your laugh. I think about what I can offer you that no other man can."

Her brows drew down in confusion. She really didn't get him. He admitted to wanting to have sex with her, than followed it up with thoughtful sentiments like this? He had to be faking. Yes, that was it.

"You can do all those things by leaving me alone," she retorted, picking up her bag and making a move to step around him.

He stepped in front of her with a cocked brow. "Ah, you hurt me with those sharp words," he said, not looking in the least bit hurt. "But if all that was true, you wouldn't be sending me all those signals."

"What signals," she asked, exasperated.

He put a finger under her chin and tipped her head back to look into her eyes.

"You may not be willing to admit it, but you want me." Before she could sputter a denial, he pressed a finger to her lips. "You say you don't want me to force my attentions on you but you're only doing it to see what I'm about. To see if I'm different from all the other guys you've met. You've been hurt in the past, this I can see as clear as day, but you don't have to worry with me, darling. I won't hurt you."

Kelly swallowed hard, struggling to calm her breaths. Was she that transparent? She had never told anyone about what had happened with her last boyfriend. How could he possibly know?

"Y-you're just saying what you think I want to hear."

His face changed swiftly, becoming as hard as when he stepped out onto the ramp in front of thousands of fans.

"No, sweetheart, I'm saying what I know is true. And you cannot live your life thinking all men are the same as that jackass who mistreated you."

She jerked her chin out of his grasp. "You don't know anything," she bit out. "And I'd appreciate it if you stopped assuming things about my life."

She walked past him but she was fooling herself if she thought he wasn't going to follow. He easily kept pace with her as she shoved the door open and stalked down the hall to where the bus was waiting to take her back to her hotel room.

"The bus left."

She stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes as she turned back to look at him.

"Don't lie to me," she snapped, angry that her best efforts to keep him away were failing miserably.

He raised his hands as if in innocence. "I had nothing to do with it, I swear. It left a few minutes ago."

"And I suppose you just happened to rent a car and are going to offer me a ride?"

He shrugged. "Well the only other person here is Michelle and Ziggler and I know you're not too fond of either of them..."

"I'm also not too fond of you," she shot back, her mind whirling. She could call a cab but then she would have to wait here until it came and picked her up. And she was so hungry and tired. Having to keep her defenses up against Drew's constant advances was wearing her out and he had made it clear he wasn't letting her run off this time.

"If you want, we can stop and get something to eat."

Her eyes widened as he seemed to read her mind. How did he do that, damn him! It was easy to imagine herself getting comfortable with him. Too easy.

"I'm not hungry," she said. At that moment her stomach chose to protest the lie- loudly.

He chuckled. "As always, you say one thing and your body says another. Come with me, Kelly. I promise I won't bite." He paused and gave her a scorching look that made her tremble. "That is, unless you'd like me to."

She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, attempting, as always, to act as if his words annoyed her; not titillated her.

"Come, there's a little Chinese restaurant I've heard great things about. It's on the way to the hotel."

At the mention of her favorite food, her mouth instinctively watered. How had he known her weakness was Chinese food...

"Oh alright," she grumbled irritably. "But we go get food and then straight to the hotel. And you are not invited into my room."

"Who said anything about going into your room?" he asked, his voice amused. "Darling you have to get your mind out of the gutter..."

In her room was exactly where Drew wanted to be. But she seemed defensive now, more so than usual. Was it because of the comment he had made about her past? Anyone could see that she had been hurt by some asshole. The fact that she refused to talk about it made it clear that it had been bad.

Drew's fingers instinctively curled into fists. He wanted to find that motherfucker who had caused her to hurt and pummel him.

"Where's your car?"

Her voice interrupted his dark thoughts. "Right over here," he replied, gently placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her to it. She stiffened but didn't pull away and it was all he could do to keep from grinning like an idiot. She wasn't as averse to him as she pretended to be.

He pulled the keys out of his pocket and went to her side to open her door.

"What a gentleman," she said, her voice faintly sarcastic.

"You deserve to be treated like a princess," he returned.

After sliding into his own seat and starting the car, he settled back, happy that he was finally making headway. Just driving next to her, her light perfume enveloping him so sweetly had him gripping the wheel tighter. He wanted to wake up to her scent in his bed every morning. But making her realize she belonged with him was proving to be a true test of patience. A virtue unfamiliar to a man like him. When he wanted something he went after it aggressively. Although he was determined to win her, he had treated her differently from all other women, more gently. Unlike the others, what she thought about him did matter.

"How far is this Chinese place?"

He glanced at her to see her staring out the passenger window, her teeth chewing on her plump bottom lip. God, what he wouldn't give to be doing the same to her right now.

"It's ah... Not too far from the hotel. About a block or two before. You're hungry aren't you?"

She nodded, shooting him a shy smile that had him smiling in return. He'd do much to be the reason behind that smile.

Without warning, he stepped on the gas, shooting the car along the empty streets.

"Drew! Slow down!"

He shook his head as he rounded a corner quickly. "Not a chance, my woman's hungry. Have to get her food."

"I am not your woman," she replied, her hands clenched in fists on her lap.

He reached over and enveloped her small hands in his big one. "Don't worry, darling, we'll get there safe and sound and you'll have food in your stomach before you can count to ten."

"If we don't end up in the hospital first," he heard her grumble under her breath.

True to his word, after running two red lights, they were soon parked outside a small, dimly lit restaurant.

He unbuckled his seat belt and placed a hand on hers when she started to do the same.

"No need. I've already ordered and it's ready to be picked up."

"How do you know what I want?" she called, as he unfolded his large frame from the car.

"I know what you want," he said, his voice dropping to a husky timbre.

She rolled her eyes as he shut the door and walked into the restaurant.

"Can I help you?"

"Order for McIntyre," he said, pulling his credit card out.

"Ah yes," the old woman said, pointing to a table with three large bags. "This is all yours."

As she was charging him, he noticed a vase full of roses on the counter. A slow smile spread as he plucked one out.

"How much for this?"

The old woman shook her head. "Not for sale."

"I'll give you twenty dollars for it. Just charge it to my card."

"Twenty for a single rose?" the woman gaped.

He shrugged. "A bouquet is too much. One rose is just right."

The woman shrugged but did as he asked. He picked up the food and walked out the door. Thankfully, he had been able to catch Kelly's friend Kaitlyn before she had left and gotten her to tell him a few key things. She thought his questions about what kind of food she liked, specifically, was a bit strange, but he was sure she didn't see the harm in telling him.

She didn't know he would use that same information this very night.

He opened the door to the car and slid into the seat, turning and giving her the rose before she could say anything.

Her cheeks turned pink as she stared at it.

"For me?"

He leaned in and smiled. "Of course it's for you, sweetheart. Who else would I give it to? Big Show?"

She laughed nervously and accepted it, her head ducked as if in embarrassment.

He cupped her chin in his hand and gently turned her towards him. "Don't go getting all shy on me now just because you're starting to see that you may have been wrong about me."

"Just because you give me a rose doesn't change anything," she said, her voice breathless. Her eyes settled on his lips and Drew had the overwhelming need to know what she tasted like.

Without thinking twice, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, softly at first but applying more pressure when he didn't feel her pull away.

Emboldened by her response, he ran his tongue against her lips until she parted them with a soft sigh.

That simple sound made him hard immediately, his erection growing bigger by the second. It was all he could do not to toss her into the backseat and take her right then and there.

Instead, he forced himself to pull away. Better to leave her wanting more, even if that meant denying himself her sweet lips.

She looked at him, her eyes dazed. "I-I... You shouldn't have-"

"We're both adults, Kelly. We can do whatever we want."

She shook her head. "I don't want to do anything with you." She sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.

He took a deep breath to get his raging desires under control. Patience Drew...

"I got some sweet and sour chicken and some kung pow. There's also some chicken corn soup in here if you like that, and I got extra fortune cookies."

"How did you know what I liked?" she asked, her voice suspicious.

He gave her an innocent look. "Lucky guess?"

She pushed her hair behind her ear, a gesture he had found out she often made when nervous. He noticed with satisfaction that her hand was trembling slightly. Good. She was as affected as he was by their kiss.

Hopefully by the end of the night she'd be a lot more affected...