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Paige had decided, that distance was going to be the key, in making this "relationship" work. Only asking questions, when they needed to be answered. And only answered to him, when she felt it was necessary to. Having no contact with the man, that she now had to call boss, would be all that more satisfying. Oh yes, it would. But considering she still wanted to receive a paycheck at the end of the week, Paige would just have to pull through with the method she had going.

"Okay. Today, superstars are to meet with Steph and Vince at one. From there, you'll head straight to the signing. Any questions or requests?" Paige looked up from her laptop, to see him staring holes through her. Eye contact? Yeah. She tried to do that as little as possible too.

"Question. How's Mark's recovery going?"

Paige closed the Apple computer. "Don't be stupid, Dave. You hate him. You'll have to try and annoy me another way."

"Okay. Request then?"

Paige mocked a laugh. "This should be good."

"How about I take you to bed tonight?"

"Yeah. That's what I thought." Rolling her eyes, Paige stood and started toward the door. "Have a good meeting." Dave stepped in front of her.

"I was just joking, princess."

Paige looked at everything but him. "Only because I refused."

Dave ran his fingers lightly through her hair. "I didn't hear you say no."

Grabbing his wrist and pushing it away, she finally looked up at him. "No."

"Rough are we? I like that in a woman."

"Get off it already, honey." Lips just inches apart. "You're not good enough for me."

Dave could all but taste her. Damn it! If he'd been a dog, he would've been all but salivating at the mouth. "And you're good enough for me?" He retorted.

Paige moved her mouth to his ear. "I'm what you dream about." A smirk came when she heard him groan. "See you at the signing, Dave."

"Men don't like teases, Paige."

"But Dave, I was only joking."

The sarcastic remark had Dave grabbing her arm. "Don't tease me, Paige."

Paige turned serious now. "You don't like it, do you?"

Dave sneered, letting her go. "Your presence is no longer needed. Go away."

"With pleasure."

Dave turned to say something else, but all he got, was the door slamming behind her.

One week down. How many more to go?

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A couple of hours later, and Paige found herself in the company of her nemesis, yet again. Difference? There were hundreds of impatient fans, waiting to spend just a mere moment with their favorite superstar. Although, with the way some of these girls were dressed; Dave wasn't just their favorite superstar and they weren't hoping for just a moment with him. She bet that it gave Dave all that more satisfaction … and a bigger ego. Like he needed for that to get any bigger.

"So, how is it working for a WWE superstar?"

Being caught up in her thoughts, Paige didn't notice the male standing next to her. Guessing from the uniform he was sporting, he was ready and waiting to throw somebody out.

"I get a paycheck at the end of the week."

The male smiled at her and she returned the favor. He wasn't bad looking. Not at all. He was average height, with an athletic build, and the most gorgeous blue eyes. Paige had always, indeed been a sucker, for a blue-eyed boy.

"Justin." He introduced.

Paige took his hand. "Paige. Pleasure to meet you, Justin."

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Pleasure to meet you? What the hell did she think this was? Turning in his chair, Dave was ready to take his own pleasure, in ruining the twosomes fun.

"Paige!"

Paige said her apologies, before excusing herself. "Yes?"

"Don't act all sweet with me."

"Excuse me? Is this you trying to annoy me again?"

Dave signed an autograph and posed for a picture, before answering her. "Sit down and be my assistant. There's no time for small talk with security boy over there."

Paige gave an apologetic smile to the "security boy", as Dave put so kindly. "And you care because?" She finally questioned, taking her seat.

Dave didn't look at her. "You speak and do when I want you to."

Paige managed another smile, for one of the adoring fans. "Too bad these people don't know what your real talent is."

"And that would be?"

"Being an unforgiving asshole."

"Only to people, who deserve it, honey."

Breathe in. Breathe out. "I don't deserve to be your fucking punching bag." Paige gritted in-between her teeth. "And my assistance is no longer needed here."

Dave watched her stand. "You're not leaving. Sit the fuck down."

Paige tilted her head. "You really want to make a scene in front of your fans, Dave?" He stayed quiet. "I didn't think so." Grabbing her keys, Paige said a quick good-bye to … what was his name again? Stupid son of a bitch had clouded her mind. Only one week and she already wanted to kill herself. She could leave. Yes, she could. BUT then, but then … he would win. To hell if she would give that man anymore pleasure. He could look to one of his desperate groupies for that.

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The nerve. Oh the fucking nerve that woman had. Who did she think she was? Crossing Dave Bautista like that. No one did that. No one wanted to. With a closed fist and bad attitude, he pounded on her door, like there was no tomorrow. No answer. "Paige, I know you're in there!"

"Oh my God. You really are here, to make my life a living hell. Leave me the fuck alone, Dave."

He turned to her voice. "You work for me. You seem to be forgetting that."

Paige gave a mindless shrug. "Then I quit. How about that?"

"You can't do that."

Paige pursed her lips together. "Really? I think I just did."

"Oh no no, you're not getting off that easy."

"Get out of my way, asshole."

The door was meant to be shut in his face, but his strength prevented that from happening. "We're not done."

"I should've let Mark kick your ass."

"Call him. I bet anything, he'd be on the first plane here."

"What are you still doing here? No one tickle your fancy, today?"

Dave, slipped his hands into his jacket pockets. "Tell me, Paige … how did you and Mark meet?"

Paige sighed in complete frustration. "None of your business."

"Makes one think, doesn't it?" Paige eyed him. "A young thing like you, on the road with him two hundred and some days a year. No wife around … a man gets lonely."

Was this really coming out of his mouth? "You really are a stupid, ignorant son of a bitch."

"No wonder why he's so protective over you. He doesn't want anybody else, treading on his territory …"

Paige cut him off, with a slap across the face. "You shut your mouth."

Dave rested a palm on the stinging cheek. "Why so defensive?"

"Because you know, nothing about me!" Her heart was racing. Her breathing become shallow. "You know nothing about me …" She repeated. Were those tears threatening to fall? No one made Paige Aguilar cry. No fucking one!

Dave saw them too. He wanted to have no sympathy. And he wouldn't. "Same goes for me, but you've already seemed to map out, your own image of who I am. I'm just returning the favor."

Paige stared. All she could do was stare. "You're right. I don't know you." She turned her back to him. "And I don't want to. Get out now."

Dave couldn't figure out if the slap to the face hurt more, or just the simple coldness of that one statement. Why did he care anyway? He should be off celebrating the fact that he didn't have to deal with her anymore. Then why was he walking toward her, instead of away from her? "Paige…"

"Didn't I tell you to g- …" Paige was the one that got cut off this time. And oh how she wished it would've been a slap to the face. No, no. She got his lips crashing down on hers, instead. She could've dealt with the slap, so much easier. So much easier …

Were those knots forming in the pit of his stomach? He'd kissed her. He'd kissed her and had no reason as to why he had. To prove a point? To prove that he had no interest in her, whatsoever? Just the simple kind of lust he had for every other woman, he'd been with. Too bad he was being proved wrong. "I … no … I don't …" He pushed away from her. "I'll leave."

Paige, fell back against the wall, watching as he actually left. What the hell had just happened? Why was she feeling weak? She was being silly. All she needed to do, was sit down. Nope. That wasn't helping either. Her breath. She needed to get back her breath …

And whatever else that kiss had taken away from her.

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