Attraction

It's a ten letter word. To be attracted to someone is to have a magnetic pull to them. It means to desire someone and to be mesmerized by someone. This is exactly how I feel about this man. I desire him, I am mesmerized by him, and there is some sort of magnetism that continues to draw me to him. It's pure and utter attraction. He is tall and muscular. He has the most beautiful green eyes that I've ever seen, and his lips look so delicate and kissable, just screaming for me to suck on each of them one at a time. I can't help but to stare at his chiseled and masculine jaw line as he speaks and holds his head up high in arrogance. He is very much an arrogant asshole by the way. Yet that does not cause my strong attraction to him to waver in the least. If anything, his boasting makes me want him that much more. His swagger is a part of what makes him so damn sexy to me. I keep asking myself, what is wrong with me? Here I am, a married woman, longing for another man, a man that is married with a child, no less. However, I have no control over my feelings for this man. I guess that is just part of the art of attraction.

An attraction that seems to be unwavering and only appears to intensify over time. An attraction that will undoubtedly cause me to become unfaithful to my husband if I don't try to do something about it. I know that my art of attraction wants me just as much as I want him. You wondering how I know… because he told me so. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Maybe, because it was yesterday.

Flashback

"Is that all you wanted from me Steph?"

"Yes that's it John. I will see to it that you receive a revised copy of tonight's script. You are the only performer receiving one, due to the change in your storyline tonight."

"Okay that's cool," John said. He sat across from the brunette and admired her for a moment, unbeknownst to her since her head was down, as she signed some papers, "You're a gorgeous woman, Steph."

Stephanie looked up at the muscular man and smirked, "That's what I keep hearing from people, so I guess it must be true."

"It is very much true. I just don't get how a guy like Paul landed you. It's mind boggling. What do you see in him?"

"Everything that I have ever wanted in a man. He is amazing." If that's the case than why am I pining and lusting after another man?

"You never wonder if he's using you?"

"The thought has crossed my mind a few times, but I think about how much I love him and those thoughts vanish into thin air." I wish I could do the same with my attraction for a certain tall, dark haired wrestler.

"So you couldn't see yourself with any other guy but him?"

"Well, if you're asking me if I am still attracted to other guys, then the answer is yes," the vixen admitted, "I'm only human after all, and I do work here in the WWE, surrounded by an army of gorgeous guys." One in particular that seems to invade each and every one of my fantasies.

"Including me."

"Yes, John, especially you. Considering the amount of screams that I hear when you enter an arena, I think we already know how gorgeous you are."

"That's true."

"You are one of the most arrogant men that I have ever met." One of many men.

"But your husband is the biggest arrogant man that I have ever met, and I have more reason to be arrogant than he does, yet he is more arrogant than me. What's up with that?"

"What is your problem with Paul?"

"He sucks ass."

"John, watch your mouth. That is still my husband." Yet I dream about having another man inside me, penetrating me to the core and riding me into ecstasy. What kind of person am I?

"But he doesn't have to be if you would just take me up on my offer and marry me."

"You only want to marry me so that you can have sex with me whenever you want." Although, I wouldn't be…never mind.

"What's wrong with that?"

"See you later, John." I smile to myself as I hear him chuckle. He is the biggest flirt that I have ever seen.

"See you later, beautiful."

"Oh, can you send Randy in here by the way?"

"Sure."

Ten minutes later, there is a light tap at my office door.

"Come in."

There he is. He looks like a Greek God standing there in his wrestling trunks and boots. Apparently he hasn't finished getting ready for his match later on, because he does not have on his knee pads and elbow pads. I am certainly not complaining, since he is wearing his trunks and boots, with no other restrictive clothing to block my view of his incredible body. Though I would not mind one bit if he decided to lose the trunks as well.

"You wanted to see me Stephy?" God, I love when he calls me that. Just the way that my name rolls off of his tongue. I would love for another part of me to be rolling on his tongue.

"Yes, have a seat."

I watch the muscles in his thighs contract as he walks over to the chair on the opposite side of my desk, facing me. As he sits, I cannot help but to lick my lips at the bulge in the front of his trunks. God, I need to get a grip.

"So what's up, Stephy?" There it is again.

"There has been a small change to you and John's storyline."

"Oh yeah, he told me already."

"Okay that will save me some time on explaining everything again. Although, you will receive a revised copy of the script just like John, but yours will be slightly different from his."

"That's fine."

"Okay then, I believe we're done here." There was no real purpose for me to call him in here alone in the first place, other than me wanting to be around him. His scent is intoxicating to me at the moment.

After a brief moment I look up at him and notice that Randy is still seated and instead of making an attempt to leave, he is staring at me with a predatory look in his gorgeous green eyes. Does he know what that look is doing to me? Probably not.

"Is there something else that I can help you with Randall?" I am the only one around here that calls him that, and as he has told me before, he loves it when I call him that.

"Yes actually there is."

"Okay what is it?" I sat my pen down and folded my hands together on top of my desk. Now all of my attention is back on him as I wait for him to speak.

"I have noticed you staring at me a couple of times when you think no one is looking." My eyes widen a bit, but I remain quiet.

"I even noticed the way that you were staring at my crotch a few moments ago." Now I am blushing a deep pink, yet I remain looking at him. However, I still do not speak.

"So, I wanted to ask you. Do you want me?" Yes, oh, yes. I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life.

"I am a married woman, Randall." There is a hint of flirtation in my voice, but barely enough to give anything away. Instead it came out a bit sarcastic.

"And I am a married man," he retorts in a plain tone. I swallow hard when I notice him stand up and walk swiftly around my desk. He kneels down beside my chair and turns my chair so that I am facing him. Why must he be so close to me right now?

"Randall what are you doing?" I think I already know, and it is scaring the shit out of me.

"What our spouses don't know won't hurt them." A gasp leaves my lips when he swiftly sits up on his knees and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to the edge of my chair. A small moan escapes my slightly parted lips as I feel his warm breath on my neck. He is trailing circles on my collarbone with his soft tongue. It feels so good. I throw my head back in pleasure. Immediately my arms circle his neck. Now we are in each other's arms. Me with my head back and him using his tongue to make me dizzy. I want him so bad that it actually hurts.

"Randall this is wrong… so very wrong." His mouth leaves my neck. I sigh disappointedly.

"If you tell me to stop, I will. Though, I think that is the last thing that you want me to do. I think you want me to lay you down on your office table and rip your clothes off piece by piece. Then you want me to pull my trunks down and slide into you. Is that what you want?" By now I am gasping for air. That is exactly what I want him to do. But this is wrong. But it feels so damn right.

"This is wrong."

"You didn't answer me." I can't answer him, because if I do, I will end up screwing him right here and now, and I know very well that I cannot do that. Paul doesn't deserve that from me.

"I can't do this."

"But do you want me to stop?"

"No, but I can't cheat on my husband like this." Apparently that didn't matter to Randy, because the next thing I know, his lips are on mine. The electric shock that ran through my body when his lips touched mine motivates me to respond to his kiss.

I part my lips slightly in order to allow his tongue to enter my mouth and rub up against mine. He tastes so good that I can't even think straight. We continue to make out like this for a little while longer, with his hands idly running up under my blouse and massaging my breast lightly. For my part I enjoy running my nails over his scalp, which apparently he loved as well since he groaned into my mouth every so often as I did it. As good as it all felt, I had no choice but to end it… and quickly.

Without a warning I lightly push Randy away from me. His eyes meet mine in confusion and what appears to be frustration.

"I told you I can't do this Randall. I am married and so are you, and as much as I want to just let you fuck me right here and now, I can't."

Defeated, he finally stood to his feet and got some distance between us. He smirks at me and winks before walking to the door silently. Before walking out he turns back to me.

"Whenever you decide that you want me bad enough just let me know." I just stare at him.

"I don't think that will happen."

"I'm positive it will," he retorts with confidence, "one more thing before I go."

'What's that?"

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been feeling this way about me?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me."

"Well I don't feel comfortable talking about this right now."

"Fine then, I'll just ask you later when you feel more comfortable with talking about this. See you later, Stephy."

Three years.

End of Flashback