I'm not really going to update at any certain time. When I get a chance I'll sit down and type a chapter or two. Hope you liked the first chapter. Please review: )
Btw: I have no clue what Drew's real middle name is, I made it up for this chapter lol:P
"Drew, I'm not going anywhere." Hannah looked deep into the Scotland native's blue eyes and pecked his cheek.
He swung an arm around her petite waist and pulled her into his lap, placing small kisses up and down her neck.
"I promise." She whispered.
She felt him smile into the crook of her neck and she stroked his back.
"Thank you." He breathed.
"Did something happen before? Why are you scared I'll leave?"
He hesitated before answering her.
"Uh, that's something I'll feel more comfortable sharing once I've gotten to know you better. I'm sorry, I'm just not quite ready…"
"Oh, I completely understand. It's alright." She smiled politely, respecting his privacy but inside, she was dying to know what had hurt him so much so she could put an end to it.
She stood and reached for her pile of clothes on the floor but he grabbed her wrist.
"Now, you don't want to put on dirty clothes do you?" He gave her a smirk.
"Of course not." She laughed. "What am I supposed to wear then?"
"You're quite fine as you are."
"You're saying that you want me to walk around your hotel room naked?"
"Pretty much." He shrugged.
"Fine by me."
"Or…" He began, digging through a drawer. "You could wear this." He tossed her one of his large hoodies.
She examined it quickly before slipping it on.
"No pants?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Nope."
They shared a laugh before Hannah made her way to the kitchen in Drew's hoodie. It came to her mid thigh and when she bent over, it gave whoever was behind her quite a show.
"Do you mind? I haven't eaten today." She gestured to the refrigerator and cupboards.
"Help yourself."
Drew laid back and watched her carefully as she found something to eat. He still wasn't positive she wasn't exactly like all the others. Sure, she promised she'd never leave but he'd heard that before. Many times. But even though his head said don't trust, his heart said do.
About a half hour later, Hannah was standing at the stove, making something she refused to tell him. It smelled delicious. He carefully snuck up behind the brunette and snaked his arms around her waist.
"We should get to know each other better." He said in her ear.
"Just let me finish up here and we'll play twenty questions." She grinned as he kissed and licked her neck, leaving a dark purplish mark behind. He got on his knees and began sucking up and down her legs. Soon the hickeys were all over.
"Damnit Drew, if you keep doing that I'll burn the food." She groaned, eyes half lidded. He ignored her words and massaged her thighs deeply.
"Ugh, I was going to make more but I'm done now." She murmured, turning off the stove and turning around to face him.
She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He smashed their lips together, picked her up and laid her on the counter. She clutched his bare back tightly, pulling him against her. He pushed her farther back on the counter, climbing up on top of her. She moaned against his lips as he reached under the hoodie.
"Did we really just have sex on the counter?" Hannah said, incredulously, shaking her head.
"Believe so." Drew replied.
"My god." She giggled, grabbing two plates out of the dishwasher and scooping the spaghetti she had cooked onto them. She sat the plates at the small table and slid one to Drew.
Drew pulled out a chair for her, allowing her to sit then pushed it back in once she was comfortable.
She waited for him to seat himself but instead he got two glasses and the bottle of champagne. He filled them halfway and handed her one. He sat across the table from her, and clinked her glass with his own. He shot her his trademark smirk before taking a large gulp. Hannah grinned and took a small sip of her own. They began talking casually as they ate.
"Well now you know something about me." Hannah said.
"And what is that?"
"I am an amazing cook."
"You certainly are. It's been forever since I've eaten anything better than take out food."
"Traveling so often must get annoying."
"Sometimes." He shrugged. "But it's worth it, I love what I do."
"I can tell."
"What do you mean?"
"When I watch you in the ring on television. You just seem so… happy even though you're playing a character. You look… comfortable."
He nodded at her words, thinking about what she said.
"I am comfortable in the ring. That's… my home."
She smiled.
"So… if I ask you something will you promise to be honest with me?" He asked.
She raised an eyebrow but nodded.
"Did you agree to do this because you wanted to get to know me, you wanted to have sex or because of the free ticket?"
She was shocked at his question.
"I-I wanted to know you."
"You promised you'd tell the truth."
She sighed.
"I find you very attractive and I wanted to sleep with you. I just thought of the ticket as a bonus."
He nodded. He wasn't upset at her words. He'd expected them.
"I'm sorry. And I really do want to know you now. Just please don't make me leave." She began panicking.
"Calm down, I'm not upset. And there is no way I'm asking you to leave." He held her hand across the table.
She smiled.
"So let's get to know each other better. What's your full name?" He started.
"Hannah Eileen Parker."
"Drew Anthony Galloway. McIntyre is my screen name."
"Ok… What's your favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Purple."
"Hmm… favorite animal?"
"Monkey." She answered. He gave her an odd look.
"Eagle."
"Favorite book?"
"Too many to choose from."
"Twilight."
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a cosmetologist."
"That's too big for me to understand. What's a comtoelogist?" He repeated her answer wrong.
She laughed slightly.
"I do people's makeup."
"Now that, I can understand." He grinned.
She giggled.
"Um, what's your favorite food?"
His eyes lit up.
"C'mon you have to try this." He pulled a dish out of the fridge and set it in front of her. "This is my favorite food, its called haggis."
"What the hell is haggis?" She asked, her nose crinkling at the smell of it.
"It's a traditional Scottish dish. Try it."
She shook her head.
"Pleaseeeeeee." He begged.
"Fine." She reluctantly took a bite.
"Mmm, this is really good actually. What is it?"
"Sheep intestines."
"EW!" She immediately spit out what was in her mouth, washing away the taste with champagne. "How did you make me eat sheep intestines!"
"Hey, I like it." He stuck his tongue out and put it back in the fridge.
After a few hours the bottle of champagne lay empty on the table and Hannah was quite tipsy.
"You are HOT." Hannah laughed.
Drew chuckled at her drunken giggle.
"Why don't you lie down?"
"I'm not tired." She pouted, throwing herself in his arms. He held her in a tight embrace and kissed the top of her head. He lifted her, bridal style and set her down on the bed. She pulled him down beside her.
"Hey Drew?"
"Yeah babe?"
"Can we have sex again?"
He chuckled.
"Not until you're sober."
"Hmph."
She climbed on top of him, realizing they were still undressed except for the large hoodie she wore. She tore it off revealing her upper half again. She lowered her head and placed kisses all around his inner thigh. He tried to fight it, he didn't want to take advantage of her, but his cock twitched to life. She immediately grinned and stroked the length of him. She began working it harder and faster. A moan escaped his tightly sealed lips. He couldn't take it anymore. As she licked the tip of him his cum leaked into her mouth. She managed to swallow every drop. He grabbed her arm, keeping her from going farther but just then the door to his hotel room swung open, revealing the last person he wanted to see at the moment.