A/N: I kind of forced my self to write this because I felt like I needed to. I really need more motivation to write. Please let me know if you want me to continue with this series or just focus on my others. I really like the idea of this story but I want to know what you guys think. Your opinion really matters to me. As always, read & review. Hope you enjoy!


The next week on Raw, Summer Rayne couldn't wait to see who was on the card to wrestle. All she could think about was which handsome, strong man she was going to "bump" into when she got to the arena. Maybe she would be lucky enough to run into the COO himself, Paul Levesque. Now there was a hunk who had some power. Which could lead to bigger and better things for a Ms. Summer Rayne. But how easily could he be seduced?

The moment Summer's limo reached the arena's parking lot and came to a steady stop, she shoved the door ajar and hastened into the building. The stares that she got as she walked down the hall where almost hard to ignore. Yet, she continued on with her head held high, looking confident.

Summer scoffed as she thought to herself, "Do they actually think that I care about them? I thought they would be smarter than that. Guess not."

She continued down the hall toward the diva's locker room, refraining from making any kind of eye contact with the women who were giving her death glares. She almost fainted when she saw a tall blonde leaning against the wall talking to a man wearing a headset. It was almost like a dream come true because Summer wasn't even expecting him to be here, at raw, tonight. Yet there he was looking as sexy as ever in his gray business suit. Her legs were moving before she even began to contemplate what she was going to say to him. Should she start with a normal conversation? Should she just start flirting with him? How would he react? Where could she lead him where they could talk more "privately"? It wasn't long before she was standing directly in front of him.

"Um, can I help you?"

"Yes actually, I was wondering if you could help me with my technique Mr. Levesque. I mean, you are the best of the business, so why not learn from the best." There was a short pause, "So, will you help me?" Summer said using all of her charm.

Paul looked at her, "Sure, what exactly do you need help with?"

Summer pushed up against him and winked, "How about you put me in a hammerlock and I try to get out of it."

Shooing her off and backing away, Paul responded, "Yeah, how about I go get someone else to help you with that."

"Wait! I just wanted to..."

Paul was gone before Summer could even argue for him to stay. So with a heavy sigh, she headed into the locker room.

Summer sat down on one of the benches and began taking her gear out of her bag. Not long after she began lacing up her boots, Layla and Kaitlyn walked in laughing. Summer looked up from her boots when Layla began to speak.

"So, you honestly thought Paul Levesque would cheat on his wife with you?"

"Wife? What wife? Who is she?" said a puzzled Summer.

"The one and only Stephanie McMahon and trust me, honey, you don't want to mess with her." said Kaitlyn.

Summer tossed her caramel locks over her shoulder as she stood up, "It seems as though this Stephanie should keep a closer eye on her man cause he may just run off."

Layla stopped her before she could leave, "You don't understand, Stephanie can make or break you in this company. She may be a nice person, but if you start messin' in her personal affairs, lets just say, things get a little ugly around here."

"Oh yeah, what makes her so special that she can do all that, hm?" inquired Summer, getting in Layla's face.

"Her father owns the WWE, which makes her the sole heiress, so I would watch my step if I were you."

Summer's eyes went wide with shock. It seems that in her quest to move ahead, she ended up with her career on the line. Was all this really worth losing her job over? She may have bitten off more than she can chew with this little plan of hers.