So the edits for my publisher didn't take nearly as long as I expected so I have time to repost this earlier than I thought. To those of you who have been asking for me to repost Reluctant Desire, here you go. For those of you who are seeing this story for the fist time, it's a menage with an OC who some will no doubt call a Mary Sue. Please know this is how I write my characters. Please just move on to another story if you don't like Mary Sue type characters. Thanks. Sienna

Chapter 1

Beth stopped in front of the locker room door and took a moment to steady her nerves. For the first time since joining the WWE as a hair and makeup artist she was afraid. When the order came down from management for a hairdresser to take on three new superstars the senior staffers jumped on the opportunity.

Less than two months later they'd all washed their hands of these three wrestlers, leaving the task squarely in Beth's lap. Being the one with the least seniority she couldn't back out or refuse. Even after hearing all the horror stories from the other girls about The Shield, she had little choice but to agree or be fired.

Now, as she stood outside their locker room, she struggled to formulate a game plan. These three men were large and scary as hell. If she wanted to keep her job she'd have to find a way to make this situation work. That meant getting tough and not taking any crap from these beasts.

While it was out of her nature to play the part of the tough chick, she needed to find it within herself to do so this time. After all, she'd managed to do a little acting after Vince picked her to also be a valet for his latest pet project Outlaw Gesse Garrett and his Rough Riders. Personally, she thought the whole old west outlaw theme was pretty lame, but it gave her a chance to dress up in some cool clothing and be on television from time to time.

But pretending to be some old west call girl was a lot different than taking on three very large intimidating men. Beth drew in a deep breath and raised her hand to knock. Might as well get this meeting over with. Her knuckles rapped on the cool metal and she waited.

A moment later the door opened and she came face to face with the one man called Dean Ambrose. Almost immediately his eyes widened and a slow grin spread across his face. "You lost, sweetheart?"

The crazy look in his eyes sent alarm bells off in her head. The fight or flight instinct kicked in and Beth had to force herself to stay put. Pretend you're strong. Pretend you're tough. You can do this, Elizabeth. She lifted her chin in defiance. "I'm Beth. I've been assigned to do your hair and makeup."

He arched a brow as his grin widened. "Drew the short straw did you?"

Already she was losing patience with this conversation. "Can I please come in?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

Valid question. Did she really want to step inside The Shield's lair? Not really, she finally decided, but circumstances dictated she do just that. "No, but if I want to keep my job I need to." She shifted her weight and angled a hand on her hip. "Now, are you going to let me in or do I have to tell Hunter that you refused?"

For a moment he didn't move, then finally he stepped back and pulled the door open. "Welcome to our humble abode."

Her fingers curled around her rolling makeup kit and she stepped inside. Two sets of eyes looked up from across the room and she stopped in her tracks. Good God, these men were so much more intimidating up close. The one known as Seth gave her a curious look, but the other, the big Samoan known as Roman sat stoic, his face unreadable.

"Gentlemen." Dean flung an arm over her shoulder, causing her to jump at his touch. She jerked away and shot him an angry look. He returned her anger with yet another grin. "This is Beth." He gestured toward her. "She's here to do our hair and makeup."

"Nobody touches my hair, and I don't do makeup," Roman growled.

Seth rolled his eyes then pushed up from the bench. "Don't mind Roman," he said. "He has this ridiculous notion that makeup is for girls only." He grinned and Beth swore her heart fluttered. The man was downright gorgeous, but when he smiled...wow!

"That's because all those other makeup chicks tried to make me look girly," Roman snapped. "I don't do girly."

For the second time in nearly as many minutes Dean slung his arm around her neck. "You'll have to excuse Roman," he said as he chomped on his gum. "He hasn't gotten any in a little while and he's a bit grumpy."

Roman leaped to his feet. The sheer size of him had Beth cowering closer to Dean. He might be the crazy one, but if his playful nature was any indication she doubted he'd hurt her. "Fuck you Ambrose," Roman snarled.

"Now if you fucked me you wouldn't be a grouch," Dean shot back, apparently unfazed by Roman's outburst. "But since you don't swing that way I guess you'll just have to suffer."

On Dean's statement Beth closed her eyes and swallowed hard. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in the middle of a conversation about sex with this three men. Forget the fact that apparently Dean was gay. It still didn't change the fact that these three oozed testosterone. How easy would it be for a girl to totally become overwhelmed by them?

She opened her eyes, stared directly at Roman and desperately tried to ignore the sudden flood of warmth that pooled low in her belly. It had been quite some time since she'd had a good orgasm. No question she'd achieve maximum climax with any of these studs. Oh hell! Focus Elizabeth. Remember you have a job to do. Damn these guys for mentioning sex.

Barely remembering why she was there, Beth stepped out of Dean's embrace toward Roman. He won't hurt me! She silently repeated that mantra until she stood in front of him, looking up. "The purpose of makeup is to hide the flaws, not to pretty you up," Beth said.

"No amount of makeup will pretty up that mug," Seth retorted.

Beth glanced over her shoulder and frowned at Seth who responded with grin. What was it with these men and their sense of humor? She turned to look back at Roman. "Forget him and listen to me. The camera can play funny tricks with people's features. Besides adding weight it can make you look too dark or too washed out, even sick. My job is simply to even out your features so you don't have stuff like raccoon eyes."

Roman leveled a look on her that made her knees weak. "I don't have raccoon eyes."

"No, you don't," she ventured. "Actually, you have very nice eyes, but that doesn't mean we can't improve how you look just a little."

He appeared to consider her statement before he finally nodded and returned to the bench. "Okay, I'll let you try your makeup tricks, but if I don't like it, you're washing it off."

Taking a victory anyway she could get it, she nodded. "Agreed."

Within a few minutes Beth had her portable makeup table set up and ready. Mindful of Roman's objections of too much makeup she began lightly focusing on the dark circles under his eyes. "Are you tired?" she asked trying to make conversation.

"A little," he replied, his voice still a rumble even at a lower volume. "Why?"

"You look it," she said as she applied the concealer, then leaned back and assessed her work. Satisfied with his appearance, she set the sponge down and picked up the eyeliner. "Now you just need to-" the words died in her throat as his big hand clamped around her wrist, holding her in place. Electricity zinged through her arm and shot straight to her core as a gasp tumbled from her lips. Her eyes widened and she looked at him, unsure if she should focus on the fear or the desire tearing through her body.

"What in the hell is that?" He eyed the black stick.

She swallowed audibly and took a moment as her brain unscrambled. "Um..." Trying to remember the word, she cast a quick look at her hand. Black. Stick. For eyes. Eyeliner! "It's just eyeliner."

"You're not putting that on me," he warned.

Why did he have to be so difficult? "I promise you won't notice it."

"Come on, Rome," Seth smirked. "Let her pretty you up."

Roman turned his head and glared at Seth. "Let's see who's laughing when she tries to shave that fur off your face."

A look of horror lit in Seth's eyes as he lifted his hands to his beard. "Nobody is shaving my beard."

Beth cast her eyes skyward and prayed for strength, then turned to look at Seth. "We're not going to shave you. Trim it up and make it look neat, yes, but shaving it off...no."

"Awe, why not?" Dean asked from where he leaned against the lockers. "I'd love to hear people refer to him as a baby face."

"Dick," Seth folded his arms and plopped down onto the bench.

Beth shook her head. "The beard is sexy. Its stays. We just need to make it a bit neater." The moment the words left her mouth she realized her mistake.

Seth's eyes widened and a grin engulfed his face. "You think I'm sexy?"

Dear God help me! If she survived this first encounter with The Shield she was definitely asking for combat pay.