"I should've known better than to bring you here. I'm going to have to punch every fucking guy on the roster now for looking at you."
Amy didn't hear her brother rambling as they moved down the corridor of the arena. She truly hadn't even noticed the looks she was receiving, though she absolutely deserved them. Her long, blonde hair was pulled over one shoulder, exposing one side of her smooth neck. The cream-colored lace dress she wore seemed modest enough with its scooped neckline and low waist, especially paired with the leather bomber jacket she had over the top, but it stopped a few inches below her bottom and exposed a great deal of leg. Her long legs were tucked into a pair of patent black leather pumps, taking her 5'10" frame to just over 6 feet. Every pair of eyes, male and female, noted her as she passed by. Her brother was right. He never should've brought his beautiful baby sister around fifty-plus testosterone junkies.
She moved gracefully beside her brother, Lucas, as she articulated her steps in her sky-high heels. He was one of the newest guys on the roster, and though he had debuted on television over a year ago, this was the first live event she had been able to attend to support him. Even though she lived near him in Tampa, they rarely got a chance to see each other; he was working himself to the bone traveling the world with WWE, and her residency at Tampa General Hospital took up most of her time. However, she had set aside this night off many months prior-she just had to see him in action if not just to support him, but also to satisfy her love of wrestling.
"Come on back here, let me introduce you to some folks," Lucas stated, wiggling his eyebrows. "This is one of the biggest perks of this gig, man. Get ready to meet the guys we've been watching for years."
Lucas led Amy into a large, open room in the back of the arena. She attempted to maintain her composure as many familiar faces came into view. Most of the superstars were gathered around, some picking things off of the catering line, others simply hanging out at the tables. Lucas approached a table of burly wrestlers, their focus turning to him as their faces lit up in recognition.
"Guys, this is my baby sister, Amy," Lucas stated, throwing an arm around his sister's shoulders and tugging her into his body. "I shouldn't have to say she's off limits, but God damn it, don't fucking touch her."
His display earned a few chuckles from the men as a soft blush crept across Amy's cheeks, her eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment. "Sure thing, fella," the man she knew as Sheamus replied. "Yeh can call me Stephen. Nice to meet yeh, lass."
The rest of the men went around the small table, offering up their real first names to her. Her attention swept from one to the next as she smiled warmly and waved to each of them until her focus landed on the man at the end of the table. His attention hadn't been on her; instead, his earbuds were plugged in, drowning out the action around him as he stared down at the screen of his iPhone.
"Stu," Stephen projected across the table, kicking it slightly, "Take those stupid headphones off and pay attention to the world around yeh, fella. Yeh gonna miss somethin'."
"Sorry, mate," the man replied, tugging the earbuds out and setting the equipment on the table. When he looked up at the woman before him, he couldn't fight the small smile that crept across his face. She was breathtaking. "I'm Stu," he said, offering his hand to her. "I apologize, I have a tendency to get in my own head and stay there."
"Don't worry about it, I've got a little of that going on as well," Amy replied sweetly, taking his hand in hers and shaking it slightly. "I'm Amy, I'm Lucas's sister."
"Ah, his sister?" he replied, looking over at Stephen, who promptly hung his head in mild disbelief; leave it to Bennett to seize every female opportunity that walked into a room.
"Yeah, and evidently I'm off limits," she stated, shrugging her shoulders slightly, "Sorry." This was more or less standard procedure by this point; almost from the time she hit puberty and got her braces off, her brother had been overprotective of her, warning off anything with testicles within a ten mile radius.
"That's a shame, I was hoping to get to know you better," Stu said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. She returned the expression, her friendly smile growing into a grin as she laughed, flattered. Lucas was quick to break their growing connection. "Come on, Amy, leave these guys alone so they can get ready for the show tonight," he stated, pulling her away from the group.
"Bye guys, it was nice meeting you!" Amy waved as Lucas dragged her back through the room to the door. Stu watched her as she walked away, stumbling slightly on her heels and laughing as she tried to regain her balance. It wasn't until she turned her head to look at him and flashed that stunning smile of hers again that he realized he was hooked.
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