Not wanting to make too much noise, the brunette WWE Diva known as Eve Torres covered her mouth with her right hand in an attempt to hold back the laugh that wanted to break pass her lips. But for the good it did, she shouldn't have even done it because the burst came out up forcibly and once it was at the back of her throat she could barely conceal it.
Before she could help it, she choked on it and it escaped.
Not that it mattered anyway; after all there were not a lot people around to witness her in her silliest behavior so there was no reason for her to care about appearances. In fact, there was only one person there with her and since he has been the one who made her laugh, it didn't really matter much that he was there to hear it.
Ah, but she knew she should care because she didn't always act like that and she didn't want to give the impression that she did, and least of all to this specific man.
But it was hard, ever since leaving the club she has been unable to stop laughing with him and his little stories, which happened to be oddly funny for her to control it. It was one of those occasions where she knew she should stop doing something but as much as she tried to, she just couldn't.
Maybe she shouldn't have downed that third drink at the club, because now she was sure that it got to her head and as a result she was feeling tipsy and light headed.
"I swear it's true, and I also swear that was one of the lowest points in my entire life."
With her hand still covering her mouth, Eve laughed again. There was no point in trying to hold it now that it went out so she just waited until she could control the urge to do it. Once it was over she took a deep breath and spoke. "Awww, I know a lot of people who would give anything to see a video of that happening. John Cena and Randy Orton uncut footage."
"No, no, no." John said in a raspy laugh. "Trust me on this one; that video hits the internet and half our fan base is going to vanish." He finished that statement by leaning into her the sightless bit, just enough so she could breathe into his cologne.
Now, that he got a bit closer wasn't the only thing Eve noticed, because she also took note on the way his voice came off as a mellow alluring whisper floating in the air.
Biting lightly on her bottom lip, Eve looked up to him and smiled meekly, not quite feeling like laughing anymore.
"Yours probably, Randy's not so much. I think people expect anything from him; but John Cena caught on video behaving out of character… I don't think the internet can survive that."
Running the tip of his tongue across his full lips, John smiled his infamous dimple smile and tilted his head to the side. "Well that's a bit unfair, don't you think? I mean John Cena is a man like any other and I have the right to mess up and have fun too, you know." Shrugging and keeping the intensity of his clear blue eyes on her green ones, he smiled again.
"I didn't say otherwise, just that people don't expect that from you." She said, looking away from him and her eyes taking in the fact that they were standing in front of an open door.
And not only that, he was holding the door for her to go in and that's when it hit her. This wasn't her room, it wasn't even her floor. She didn't have a suite for the night and even if she had, this was definitely not it.
Humming, Eve arched an eyebrow and fixed her eyes back on his. "John… this is not my room; you told me you were taking me back to my room."
At those words, the former WWE champion snorted and his blue eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "I said that?"
Eve nodded knowingly; she remembered his exact words and never during the night had he mentioned anything about taking her into his room.
If he had, she wouldn't have agreed that he walked her back and she would have gone by herself or better yet, with one of her friends like she always did because really, the scenario waiting to unfold in a situation like that was all wrong and she didn't want to explore it.
Sure, she wasn't drunk per see to do something stupid but she had a good amount of alcohol in her system and adding to that the two of them alone in his room and the results were doomed to equal nothing good.
Now, she has always prided herself of keeping the guys in the back at a distance, but ever since they started working close together, she has noticed the way John has changed when it came to her and she couldn't lie, she wasn't totally immune to his charm.
To start things, he was a very attractive man and she couldn't deny that. He had a ridiculous nice body, a nice personality that matched the radiance of his smile and a pair of stunning blue eyes that were to die for.
She also liked that he smelled amazingly, that he was a hard worker that kept his career as his main focus and that she was the only one of the Divas he paid any attention to; for that her lips would always curve into a smile whenever he went out of his way to exchange a word or two with her.
Overall, he was the perfect man any woman could ever want in their life and she knew it.
Well, perfect to a certain point, because even with all those nice attributes, John Cena had the biggest flaw of them all; one that overshadowed anything good about him, he was married.
But yeah, even though he was someone else's husband, she took that attraction like a natural reaction of being working with him and her intention has never been to act on that attraction, that was the reason why she agreed that he walked her back to her room without thinking it twice, because she knew nothing was going to happen.
Ah, but even when she said yes and walked out of the club with him, the words of one of her friends resonated inside her mind – Be careful with John, he likes you; you just have to see the way he looks at you to know it- but soon after they made it to the parking lot, he started to make her laugh with his occurrences and little anecdotes and her friend's words faded from her mind.
Now they were coming back with a vengeance, making her wonder if she indeed had to be careful with him.
"Come on, Eve. Don't you trust me? I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do." He said, grabbing her hand and making her step inside.
At that, the Colorado native closed her eyes and shook her head, listening to the door being closed behind her back while her hand remained engulfed in his much larger one.
Yeah, nothing that she didn't want him to do… ha.
She chuckled, thinking about that because honestly, that was the thing. That night her defenses were all down and she knew that if John wanted to he could be a real charmer. Sober and a hundred percent in her right mind, she could resist him and any other that came to her, but in that exact moment she wasn't so sure of herself.
Now, she wasn't so naïve as not to notice that John wanted something from her that night; it started back at the club, he has been paying special attention to her, he was the one who provided her with all three of her drinks and out of the corner of her eye she has seen how he brushed off some random guy that seemed to be making his way to her.
She noticed all that, but since all the guys in the back were a bit protective when it came to the Divas, she assumed that the last one was John looking out for her instead of marking 'his territory'.
Now she wasn't so sure about that…
"Well here's the thing, John. I don't know if I can trust you." She said with half a smile while opening her eyes to see him there, standing right in front of her and getting closer.
Now, he grimaced at her words, placing one hand over his chest as if she just harmed him. "You wound me, Eve. But look at it this way, if you can't trust me then be happy that we can always trust you."
"But of course," Of that she was a hundred percent sure.
Smirking, John pulled her away from the door and into the room. Deep in her mind, she knew that was the perfect time for her to break free of his hold, wish him a good night and turn around to leave that room; but for some reason she didn't and she just allowed him to guide her into the small living room so she could sit down in one of the sofas.
"Tell me again because I think I missed the first time you told me, why are we here?" She said in a chuckle, watching as he walked to a nearby table to grab two glasses and a bottle of wine that had been strategically placed there.
Once he had them in his hands he walked back to her and sat by her side.
"That was because I never talked about my reasons to bring you here." He said, pouring the red fiery liquid into both glasses before handing one to her.
"Yeah, well I don't know if I like the sound of that." Even though those words, she took a sip of the wine and savored it in her mouth, the sweet taste of it invading all her senses. "Mmmm, this is good wine."
Smiling so that his dimples were in full display, John put his glass over the small coffee table without even tasting it. "I don't know why you don't like the sound of it. I mean can't we as friends enjoy a night in each other's company just because we want to? That way we can get to know each other better… in a friendly manner of course.
With her eyes half closed, Eve stared at John for a few seconds. For some reason she was almost sure that he was up to something and she was starting to feel on the defensive. "We can do that… I guess."
After she said that, John licked his lips and slid closer to her. "And we can do that I don't know, let's say playing a game."
At that Eve laughed and threw her head back. No, this wasn't going to end well.
"Don't laugh, I promise it's not going to be so bad. It's just a game to get to know each other, I'll ask you a few questions and then you'll do the same. The catch is that you have to be completely honest."
"Like truth or dare?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"More or less, because if you lie or refuse to answer a question, you'll have to make it up to me by doing whatever I tell you to do."
"Oh I see… but don't worry big guy, because I'll answer all your little questions with the truth and nothing else. I won't have you telling me what to do."
With the smile still gracing his features, John shifted positions and turned to his side, facing her. "Alright then, so why don't you start, ask me anything."
Pouting her lips, Eve looked up to the ceiling and thought about some questions. But the truth was that she saw the whole thing as such a silly game that and she wasn't sure why she agreed to it.
But hey, at least it was strip poker or worse, some of the games she has seen during her college years.
Shrugging, she looked back to John and puffed out a breath. "I don't know, what do you like doing in your time off? I mean other than playing little games."
At the question, John chuckled and ran a hand down his clean shaven jaw. "Time off? What's that? No seriously, that's an easy one. In the little time I have for myself I just like to go home and relax, but since that rarely ever happens I just do some deadlifting, work on my cars and catch up with sports. My turn, gorgeous as you are, how come you are not dating anyone?"
"I don't know," Eve said with a shrug. "I guess most guys don't want to deal with my busy schedule. I also don't get asked out a lot, they just assume I'll automatically say no and that's it."
"I can ask you out of you want to."
Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Eve sighed. "Anyway, my turn. Does it ever bother you when you get booed while performing?" She asked because it was the first time she was playing a heel character and in some way it bothered her. Not because of the booing, but mostly because of the words they chanted at her and the thing fans would write to her via twitter.
"Not really, I mean at first it's kind of distracting but with time you get used to it. So, what attributes you like in a man?"
Arching an eyebrow and noticing the way he kept deviating the subject, Eve clicked her tongue to her cheek. "Well first of all he has to be single." And as soon as those words were out she snorted at the bummed look he sent her way. "Let's see what else… tall, nice eyes, he has to make me laugh and he needs to be confident."
"Damn, and do a guy has to fill all those requirements?"
"Not necessarily, but he does need to be single or else he won't get far with me. You see, I'm kind of an egoist and I refuse to share. My turn now since you shot two questions in a raw; when you offered to take me to my room, was it your intention to get me drunk and in here instead?"
"Well," John chuckled. "I'm not going to lie, I did want to take you here but not drunk. I would rather have you alert and in all fully alert. My question now, do you feel attracted to me?"
Tilting her head to the right, Eve fixed her eyes into his and smiled. Now, in all fairness of being honest, she was going to answer that question truthfully, after all they were two centered adults that could deal with an attraction without jumping into acting on it. "Yes."
John beamed at that, his smile growing in his face and his eyes sparkling. By that look, Eve could see that his mind was running a thousand miles per second and with the sole intention to make him crash, she asked her next question.
"Does your wife knows you like to invite women into your room in the middle of the night when you are on the road?"
To that John flashed the shadow of a smile and shrugged. "I don't think she cares, last I heard she likes to have her own private reunions in the middle of the night. Besides, who told you that I invite all kinds of women here, so far I've only invited you."
Right… if she has a nickel for all the married men in the world that tried to sound like victims just so they could get into some poor fool's pant, she would be a millionaire by now. She wasn't so naïve as to believe his words so she just pursed her lips and shook her head.
"So, back to the questions. Have you ever felt like kissing me?"
Eve snorted, looking at him and blinking slowly. "I already kissed you, don't you remember?" Sure, it has been a staged lip lock where they made a farce of kissing for the cameras but a kiss nonetheless.
Leaning closer to her, the blue eyed man smiled pleasantly. "Eve, that wasn't even a kiss."
"Of course it was." She said, remembering the occasion. If their lips meet, it was a kiss.
"You still haven't answered my question."
Looking away from him and biting hard on her lips, Eve cursed in her mind the alcohol in her that was making her blush. Because of the alcohol, she was very aware of his proximity and for some reason, that unnerved her a lot.
"No, not really…" She said still looking away. But in reality, she wasn't being completely truthful. Not when she could remember that the time they had to kiss for a segment in Raw she has ended up a bit disappointed that the kiss was nothing more than a farce, a game of lips executed to make people believe they were really kissing.
But she wasn't going to let him know that the almost kiss was still in her mind and that if she wanted to, she could still imagine the warmness of his breath brushing against her. No, he didn't need to know that… that was too much information for him to know…
"Ha, liar! I told you that the first rule of this was to be completely honest and because you lied, you lost. Now you owe me, sweetheart."
With a small gasp, Eve widened her eyes and let her mouth hang open. "I didn't lie, you are trying to cheat on me!"
"No I didn't, I played nice and fair."
"This is stupid." Eve said with a roll of her eyes. Why was she even there playing such a stupid game with him anyway?
"The rules are the rules; it's not my fault that you don't know how to play. Now I need to collect, I hate it but someone has to do it and since you failed in the kiss question, I think I'll take my payment in the form of a smooch."
Eve laughed. Oh so you want me to kiss you?" God, he was unbelievable.
"Well yeah!" He said puckering his lips and getting even closer to her. In his new position, his arm was resting at the back of the sofa so that she could feel him touching her hair, his knees bumping with hers.
Watching him, Eve shook her head and snorted. That John, he thought he knew it all but he didn't. So smiling, she grabbed his face still and making sure that he wasn't going to move it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek.
She made it last a few long seconds and when she was about to break it off she sounded it. "There you go, a kiss for Johnny." With that said she let go of his face and then rested her back against the sofa, smiling.
"Alright." John said opening his eyes and looking straight into hers. "Now I'm going to show what a real kiss is like."
Without giving her time to process what he just said, John grabbed her face in the same manner she grabbed his a while ago, only that he was gentler and instead of making sure she couldn't move it, he just guided her to him.
Once he was close enough, he claimed her mouth with his and kissed her. Now, he didn't force it and breathing in, she felt the tip of his tongue sneaking out so he could gently caress her lips with it.
Her resistance to that was zero and John took advantage of her moment of weakness; as soon as her lips relaxed for him, his thumb slid to her chin and pulled it down, creating a gap between her lips so that he could slide in and swirl his tongue around hers.
And Eve just let him do it, once again caught in a moment where she knew she should stop doing something from happening but at the same time unable to.
She blamed it all on the alcohol, that sweet torment that was clouding her judgment in such a compromising way.
In her right mind she would never allow him to do that and she definitely wouldn't be kissing him back or placing her hand at the nape of his neck to keep him near as her face angled into the kiss.
But the thing was that her mind wasn't in the right place and she didn't have it in her to pull away; his taste was too intoxicating and the way he was kissing her was clouding up her judgment even more that it already was.
The kiss went on for a while and as it happened, his hand found its way to her thigh, slowly sliding up until she could feel it under her dress and up her waist; the touch of his fingers caressing her naked skin and sending a shiver up her spine.
That was when the reality of it all caught up with her.
She shouldn't be there, letting him take those liberties with her just like that.
With her head clearing a bit, Eve broke away from his lips and pushed his hand away from her. "I think I better go." She breathed out, looking into his eyes and finding that even when the kiss ended he was still too close to her, almost hovering over her.
"I don't want you to go." He whispered darkly, his warm breathing caressing her face as he spoke. He also had a slight smile on his face and his eyes were focused on hers, making her feel self-conscious about what happened a minute ago between them.
They were basically making out in his room so it was obvious that he didn't want her to go. Hell, she was having problems of her own trying to stand up to walk away from him so yeah, she knew how bad things could go in that room.
"Stay here." He mumbled before moving his lips to her throat, sucking lightly on the spot where her pulse was beating erratically against her flesh.
He sure knew what he was doing to her so she needed to stop him before he could carry on with his slow act of seduction; but with his lips attached on her skin and his fingers trying to break under her dress once again, a warm liquid sensation started to settle right between her legs and she couldn't find a way to push him away.
Her body wanted him to keep going, it was her mind the one that was giving her a hard time. "John… don't do that." She said weakly.
"Come on Eve, you want this as much as I do so just let it happen, let it be…"
Drawing in a shaky breath, Eve licked at her lips and closed her eyes. Yes, she wanted him to stop but at the same time she wanted him to go on… she wanted his touch to explore her all over, she wanted his lips to kiss her once again and she definitely wanted his hand to move over her thigh and to settle right where her heat was forming.
But no, she wasn't going to let it be so swallowing hard down, Eve let a nervous chuckle break pass her lips. "John… I really need to go."
With that said, she got up to her feet and straightened her dress.
"Eve-" John groaned in frustration as he ran a hand down his face. "You are killing me here, come on…"
The younger woman opened her mouth to reply but instead of doing so, she turned around and made it to the door. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked but somehow she managed, even when each step was a huge effort on her part.
Once she was at the door, she opened it and stepped outside. That night, if John wanted to keep playing, he would have to play solo, because when it came to her, she wasn't going to let it be… oh no, he was wrong if he thought she would.
She would never be a second hand plate and that was all she would be to John, thing that she didn't want.
TBC?