A/N Will be completing other stories soon, just thought I'd put this one out.

Rushing around the corridors of the hotel, Nick had five minutes if she was lucky before the obnoxious bastard called her, get this, do that, what was she a fucking skivvy, yeah to him she bloody was. What was it he had demanded cold water, cold fucking water!, hadn't she put that in his fridge for him earlier, sure had but, it wasn't cold enough for Mr Dick head. Next time she would order it from the fucking arctic complete with ice and polar bears. Rushing into the restaurant, a floor down, she shouted hi to John and Glenn.

"Nick wait honey I need to…."

"Glenn I can't. Mr dick head has given his orders and if I'm not back" there went her damn phone what the hell was it with the man, didn't he know it was a Pay per view and it was busy all around the hotel. No of course he didn't, he came in on his damn Harley, parked it up and got VIP treatment so he didn't get to see the little minions, running around ensuring everything was in place for all the wrestlers.

"WHAT" she roared in the phone too pissed to care, how she talked to him.

"You have 3 minutes and counting" he hung up, slamming it back in to her pocket, she located his damn water, Oh yes this was cold, if he wasn't careful she would pour the whole lot down his back.

"Glenn you really need to sort your brother out, he is a fucking pain in my ass since I started with him, I'm meant to be his personal assistant, not his damn whipping boy. What the hell is wrong with him"

"Give it him back baby, the only way to deal with his moods, is to throw it back at him"

Nick wanted to, oh how she wanted to, but she wasn't like that, saying that, the man drove her up the wall. At 22 years old, and fresh from university, she wasn't use to men like Mark, all bark. Her dreams at night were filled with him, he was hot with a capital H, most men her age left her cold, but not Mark. He was a lot older than her, almost double her age, didn't look it. He had kept himself fit over this years, with his career as The Undertaker, still did. She would actually sneak in and watch him warm up with the others, his movements, his muscle tone, his body all turned her on. Don't even get her started on the emerald eyes, the cheeky smirk he had when he got an evil thought, or the smile he would show his fans outside the ring. His accent had her wet and aching, yes Mark Calaway was one sexy package all rolled into one, and she loved him, all of him, good and bad. Had for the last year.

She knew that he would never see her as anything different then a child. Ok she was small, god hadn't given her the height, but at 5 feet , she wouldn't complain, all good things came in little packages, or so her mum told her. He had been more than ample with her breasts, she hated them, with being slim and petite, they just didn't go, yet they would be perfect to fit in Mark hand's , how she ached for him to just hold them, caress them with his fingers, his mouth and his tongue. Enough she had to get back to him, before he yelled at her again!.

Glenn smiled looking up from his seat, Nick didn't realise that his brother, was damn jealous, he hated her being out of his sight for five minutes, bothered him that some damn wrestler would whip her off her feet and take her from him. The one thing Glenn knew about his brother Mark was, he was in love with this little imp, had been the minute he laid eyes on her. He just wished his brother had the guts to do something about it, before he pushed her away for good. He liked Nick , she would be good for him, but all Mark thought was she would see him as a dirty old man, a pervert.

Giving Glenn and John a hug she ran back to the room, praying he was in a better mood than before, if he continued she might show him her temper, the one good thing ,that came with having red hair, Oh yes she could give as good as she got, should she be pushed too hard. Getting back to the hotel room with a second to spare, she slammed the door shut behind her.

"Here Mr Calaway"

"Nick we have worked together now for almost 14 months. Isn't it about time you started to call me Mark?. Do we have a problem with that?"

"No Mr Cal,, Mark" she corrected, handing him the water.

It felt strange to call him Mark, she dreamt of calling him that, lying beneath him , whispering his name as he kissed her neck, breasts, and drove his cock deep inside her welcoming pussy. For the last year her secret fantasy's had all stared Mark Calaway, her and a bed, ok there had been other pieces of furniture in, but the main one was him dominating, demanding her to please him. Shit she needed to be careful, her pussy felt swollen , throbbing, she burned for something, only this man could put her fire out.

"Are you happy working with me Nick" he asked, as he removed a book from his bag, Throwing it on the table between them , the sound echoed Nick's heartbeat. Fuck she should have burned it, not carried it around in her bag, like a lovesick puppy. Oh god please don't let him have read it, she would die if her had. Her face was going red, embarrassed that something so private was out on full display.

"Mr Calaway I.."

"My name is Mark, Nick. Now answer my fucking question. Are you happy working with me?"

"I love working with you" she said honestly. It was the only way she could see him, be close to him, she was pathetic, she knew this.

"But working with me isn't all you want is it?"

Nick moved from the door, no longer caring about her job or her dignity.

"I never meant for you to see my dairy, I will ask Vince to move me to Glenn or John" Looking up at him, seeing his face, oh god no,

"You want me to resign from WWE don't you?" oh shit what was she to do, her house, her job, tears threatened to escape as she slowly walked to the door. She had to get out of this room fast, otherwise she would break. Her hand hadn't even touched the doorknob before his palm smacked against the wood directly above her head. She could feel his big body behind her, the breath of his shoulders dwarfing her, which wasn't too difficult.

"Nick, do not even think of walking out that door, little one , not without a fucking explanation"

Nick, turned around slowly, to fae him towering over her, she could see the vein in his neck throbbing, all proof of how pissed of his was. In her little twisted mind, it turned her on, it didn't help he was dressed as he was in every dirty little fantasy she had about him. With his tight blue jeans, to his sleeveless black shirt, which showed off his tattoos and his bikers chain around his neck. Yes as she said before one sexy package. He ran his fingers through his auburn hair, green eyes flashing daggers beneath his eyebrows.

"An explanation for what, sir?" she asked challengingly.

Gritting his teeth, Mark fought to keep his anger in check. When she made a beeline for the door, panic had set in. He knew from the minute he had placed the book on the table, he was never letting her go. The fact that she was blushing, showed she was devastated to have been found out. That wasn't what had swayed his decision to push her. He had wanted her for so long but fear had kept him for pursuing her. Opening that diary, reading her deepest thoughts, her sexual fantasies of his quiet, mild mannered, very young assistant, had sent his libido into overdrive.

"There will be no firing, or leaving, I value you for what you do, professionally, yet your diary is hardly that is it Nick. You are a very dirty, naughty girl ,little one"

"This isn't funny" she said.

"I don't appreciate you teasing me this way, It's humiliating"

"More humiliating than your dirty little fantasy of me spanking your ass"

Nick wanted to escape, she ducked her head, anything to avoid his eyes.

"I will submit my resignation to Vince on Monday morning. I've enjoyed working here and I have learned a lot from working with you this past year, but I think it is time I moved on"

Moved to places that didn't have her aching and wet at the end of each day, lusting for a man she couldn't have, now totally humiliated because he was aware of her feelings. It hurt more and more each day coming to work to look at a man she wanted more than anything to take her virginity, to be her lover, yet she could never have him.

Mark racked a hand through his hair. Nick Laylor was the most efficient fucking assistant he had ever had. His work schedule ran smoothly, yet it had been uncomfortable at times, watching her ass wriggle when she walked in front of him. Seeing her beautiful breasts, when he glanced down her top, as she helped him tape his hands. Oh, dear god don't get him started when she picked something up from the floor, hell he wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her hard. It had gotten more difficult sneaking into the showers or toilets at the arena to jack himself off. Hell it was getting to twice a day now, he had to , not wanting her to slap him with a sexual harassment suit, if he didn't she would get fucked and hard. He had been able to keep it under control, even the hot, wet dreams that had him waking up in the middle of the night, with a raging hard on and aching balls. All his body had wanted to do, was go in the next room, climb into bed with her and take her for his. But now knowing she felt the same way, there was no going back.