Stephanie walked around in search of her brother Shane. They'd come to the NASCAR races together in hopes of having fun, instead they got sunburnt and now lost. She walked past a large group of people at a popular driver's hauler and almost got hit with a racecar.
The driver got out through the window and pulled his helmet off, letting long, curly blonde locks fall down past his shoulders and making it almost appear to be a girl, until Stephanie saw his face, "hey, oops, I almost hit you with my car." He giggled flirtatiously, "hi." He cautiously glanced around.
"Yeah. You did." She rolled her eyes and looked away, although she was finding herself attracted to his looks, especially his smile, "what's your name again?" She smiled back.
He arrogantly pointed to his hauler truck and smirked, "I'm Paul Levesque. Like it says there." He came closer to the security tape around his garage area, "you want to um, come in my trailer?"
"No, no, I'm totally fine. I need to find my brother, he's not answering his phone." She ignored his stare, "do you have water?"
He nodded, "yep, and the trailer's air conditioned. It's probably really nice in there about now." He unzipped the front of his suit, revealing a gray wifebeater soaked in sweat, "come on."
"Um, okay, sure." She smiled as he opened the tape for her inconspicuously and then the door of his giant neon orange and green hauler. The blast of cold air hit her, making her sigh, "wow, it's really nice in here."
"You can sit down." He motioned to the couch, "hold on, let me get this off." He unzipped the rest of the suit and slid it onto the floor. He walked to the fridge in jeans and the tank top and grabbed two bottles of water, "here, I can see you're thirsty. Doesn't that sunburn hurt? I have some stuff I could put on you."
She nervously backed away, "no, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt right now." She glanced around at the nicely decorated truck. She sat on the couch and looked at the table in front of her, "you have like, a giant iPod. Can I, like, look at it?"
"Sure." Paul sat beside her and handed her a water, "I have more than one, you could have that one, if you want it." He opened his water and chugged it until every last drop of it was gone. He took the iPod from her, picked up a Sharpie marker, signed the back of the iPod and handed it back to her, "there you go, keep it."
She smiled down at the signature, "wow. That's cool!" She gasped as he took a strand of her hair and twirled it around his finger, "what are you doing?"
"Let me put some sunburn stuff on you." He went back to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of blue gel, "here." He sat back down and poured some into his hand, "it might be a little cold though." He gently wiped some down her shoulders, making her giggle.
"It feels great." She exhaled, "you could probably use some more." She whimpered, "it feels really good." He took the bottle of water from her hand and placed in on the table, along with the iPod.
"You know what else would feel great?" His fingers pushed the strap of her top down over she shoulder and he brought his lips down to her neck, "how about that?" She nodded and he kept on. He reached to her waist and beneath her shirt, roaming up to take it off, "you tell me if you want me to stop."
"No. Don't stop." She guided him to her bra clasp, "take it off." She moaned every time his fingers touched her, and giggled when he pressed his lips and slight stubble to her neck again.
The thrill was over an hour later, then he started to get dressed, that's when Steph saw it and gasped. It was a gold band right there on his ring ringer, "you're married?" She screamed, racing to clothe herself.
"Oh, this? Well yeah, but, it's pretty much a very open, I mean, very open marriage." He slipped the ring off and tossed it behind him, "I'm not married now." He leaned down beside her, "so, what was your name again?" He smiled, his brown eyes, blonde hair and pearl white teeth making her heart melt.
"Stephanie." She murmured under her breath. She pulled her top back over her head before he took her hand in his, "what happens now?" She felt somewhat used, but since he was holding her hand, it was different.
He squeezed her hand, "well, would you like to come to this little interview autograph signing thing with me? I could use the company there, and possibly later on tonight." He pointed to her shirt, "would you want to wear that on camera?"
She gasped, "camera? I don't like that idea." She shook her head, "I don't do well in front of people like that." She bit her lip, "I need another shirt."
"I can get you another shirt. Come with me, it'll be fun. I don't like cameras either, trust me on that one." He stood up and went to the small counter beside the sink. He picked up a radio, hit a button, and glanced back at her, "what size shirt do you wear?"
"Large." She smiled, she wasn't really a big fan of Paul, she liked John Cena a lot better, but she was this close to someone famous, and Paul was a lot cuter than John, "do you do this to a lot of women you meet? Or am I just special?"
Paul sincerely smiled at her, once again, showing his shiny white teeth, "you're special." He looked away and hit the button on the side of the radio again, "hey, Rick, I need you or one of the boys to get a shirt for me. I need any woman's shirt in a large." He put the radio back down as someone started to talk back to him, "what color would you wear, neon green, neon orange, or black? Or I guess white."
"Surprise me." She smiled, "I don't care. I'll wear any of those colors." She slouched back on the cool leather couch.
"Rick, just pick one. Whichever one you like best. I don't care." He tossed the radio onto the counter, "so Stephanie. Are you from around here?" Obviously he was trying to make some kind of conversation.
"Well kinda. My dad moves a lot. Basically, I'm from everywhere." She blushed as he sat next to her again, "can I ask why I'm so special?"
"You aren't like all over me playing 20 questions and stuff. You aren't annoying. You aren't trying to be all controlling and stuff. I like you." He kissed her cheek, "I think I'm making you nervous though. I can lay off if you want."
"It's fine." She looked up as the door opened and a guy with the number 73 on his shirt walked in with a neon green shirt.
"Paul, I was starting to think this shirt was for you." He joked, "but I figured that one out now. Here you go miss." He handed the shirt to Steph and smiled, "so Paul, you have that signing thing in like fifteen minutes."
"Yeah. I know, Miss Stephanie here, is gonna come with me." He smiled at her, "you want us to meet you down there? We're gonna leave right after she changes her shirt."
"Okay. I'll meet you down there." Rick turned to the door and opened it, "hey, um, are you gonna take the golf cart or the Mustang?"
"Mustang." Paul nodded as Rick shut the door behind him. Stephanie changed her shirt and he started to lace up his tennis shoes, "you, sweetheart, get to go for a little ride in my Mustang." He smiled and grabbed his keys.
"Ooh. Yay." She smiled and clung to his arm as he locked his trailer and got in his car. His Mustang was neon orange and on the back it said 'Paul Levesque Edition' in chrome cursive lettering next to a small green number 73, "wow, it's nice." She sat beside him with her hands together.
"Yeah. I got it for nothing." He slowly backed out from under the black canopy and carefully drove around people.