Sorry that I haven't updated like I wanted to, I'm trying to get used to being at home again, and getting things taken care of. I've also began to get started on re-vamping other stories I haven't worked on in a while. Just bare with me!

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, DON'T READ IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH IT!

Disclaimer: Read Ch.1

So, here's a mini update….Emylee agreed to going out with Paul to talk about the feelings they have for one another……I have decided who she is going to end up with, and also that this to will be a series of stories, because I have lots in store for her, and the Superstar she ends up with! With that said, enjoy Chapter 4!

The house show ended with the four "new" housemen, a.k.a., Evolution in the ring. Emylee looked on at the alter ego of Paul. Triple H. She despised that man. The Game, he called himself, over powering other wrestlers in the ring. Chewing them up and spitting them out like gum. It was also something the about that image that made her so attached to him. It made her panties moist every time she saw him in the ring, in his attire, just for his touch. At a certain point, she even felt conflicted about even going down that road with him. That it could fail really badly. She wondered if it didn't work out, where that would leave them. Friends, enemies, or worse?

He walked towards her, noticing she was deep in thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked.

"Nah, you almost ready?"

"Yeah, let me shower and change, I'll tell the guys, and I'll be right behind you".

She grinned, and begin making her way down the corridor, that lead to the exit where the limos were. He walked in to the locker room, as Dave and Ric were talking about his persona out in the ring. Stephanie and Paul left it to Ric to help Dave in this department, more or less to give feedback to his performance in the ring.

"Like I said, it could have been better, but it was good. Vince, for now, wants to see you more as just muscle. He also said in a few months, you and Paul will be starting to be closer, which will mean actual scripts. So I guess you are doing very well if he wants that for you".

"Hey you two, I'm gonna shower and change", he said walking in to find his things.

"Ummm, may I ask who it is you are changing for?", Ric said.

"I think there is a female involved", Dave added.

"Yes, there is, but it's not what you think", Paul grinned.

"Yeah right, you haven't been with anyone seriously, since Steph. Who is she?"

"Emylee", Paul added.

"Emylee Harris, she doesn't like wrestlers", Randy said walking out of the bathroom.

"She doesn't like you", Dave said grinning.

"So, oh well, I got to get going, I have somewhere to be".

"Clubbing?"

"Not tonight, just got some important business to handle".

Randy darted out of the room, leaving the three men in the room. Paul went to shower, and the pair was left to figure out what they were up to that night.

As Emylee walked towards the exit, she saw Shane. Automatically, she tried to hide but wasn't fast enough.

"Em! Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight, maybe un-wind a little?", he said jogging up to her.

"Oh, you know what, I have plans already, but thanks though".

"No worries, I'll hang out with the guys or something".

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow right?"

"Yeah, yeah, have fun".

She continued on her way, sighing that she diverted his advances once again, though she didn't know how to get him to finally realize that she wasn't into him the way he was into her. Something had to give, and she just didn't know what to do, or how to do it. As she walked towards the cars, she smiled at the fact that she felt she made the right choice.

"Hey you two, I'm out of here, I'll see you three in the morning", Paul said emerging from the bathroom.

"So is it safe to assume that you'll be late", Dave said getting his bag together.

"Maybe, it depends on his night out", Ric grinned.

"No, it's nothing like that; we're going out to dinner, and then going to bed, separately. Emylee isn't that type of woman".

"Uh huh, right. Isn't that what you said about Stephanie"?

"Yeah, yeah, but she's different".

"Yeah, but it's something about how you get these women to get them to strip down in one night, no matter what the price, or back round".

"So, your point?"

"My point is, we'll see what happens", Dave said to him.

Paul grinned at the two walking out to the limo where she was waiting. He saw her in the distance, waiting, in her slender frame. Her curves were something you could notice from a far distance, especially in the revealing dress she wore, something he noticed also when she came to the arena. It was something that he would need to not focus on while dining with her.

"You ready to leave?" she asked.

"Yeah, let's go", he said opening the door to the limo.

-Later that night-

They arrived at the luxurious restaurant he planned for. It was supposed to be a lovely night for them, but as it turned out, he was too tired from the night before, and she was just plain nervous to see how all of this would turn out. She and Paul were good friends, and considering taking to another level would and could damage the friendship they had. It was something she thought about with both him and Shane. He tried to make small talk with her, and she responded but it wasn't much.

The twosome finished dinner, and made their way back to the hotel. Approaching her hotel room, she decided to just break the silence. She was a friend to him, and hell, she should be able to talk to him.

"Well that was……" she said.

"Boring, I know, Em, I'm sorry, I have been just so tired lately……"

She interrupted him with a kiss. At first he was surprised, and frankly, she was a little surprised at her own actions, but decided to go with it. Pulling back slowly, she looked at him for some reaction.

"Too forward?" she grinned.

"Not. At. All", he breathed.

"You want to come in?"

"You sure about that?"

"No, I'm just saying it…..YES I'm sure!" she grinned.

Truth be told, she was still nervous, but she was also extremely horny, and if any of the stories she heard about Paul were true, at least if everything ended where they were just friends, they could be friends with benefits. Emylee had been without sex for five years. He would be tested out, and she would get a quick fix. A win-win situation, she thought. What she didn't realize is why they originally why he was called "the Game".

Walking in, he was wondering what exactly she was up to. Though he knew her for years, he knew her on a professional basis, not intimately, or personally. She kept it hidden from everyone but Stephanie.

"Something to drink or Eat?" she offered.

"No, no, thanks, but you should sit with me, we should talk".

"Alright".

Sitting down, she removed the heels she was wearing, and folded her legs on the couch.

"I wanted to tell you something, and didn't know how exactly to ask or say it………Maybe I should come out and ask".

"It never stopped you before".

"Well, I know your business ethic, but knowing you personally, that's a different story".

"Alright, you can assume I wouldn't do anything on a whim. That everything I feel personally, I'd you professionally".

"Ok, with that being said, that display with Randy, frankly, that turned me on, but I don't want whatever we are approaching just for lust. For me it's got to be more than that. My question is, since none of the men at that table ever saw you like that, what are you hiding under that thick layer of beauty".

She snickered at his comment.

"For some one who isn't just wanting sex, he is laying it on pretty heavy", she thought.

"I'm hiding more than you think, but isn't what dates are for? To try to get know the person you may or may not want to make a permanent fixture in your life. Se Paul, I'll tell you something, I'm a professional. What I do at work stays at work, and what I choose to outside of work is my business and who ever I'm with at the time".

"Really so maybe you can clue me in what exactly you do after hours, as you like to put it", he grinned.

All the sudden, feeling tired and turning in was the last thing on his mind. To be brutally honest, sleep wasn't anywhere on the radar of thoughts. Getting naked……….now, that was something that was up on the priority list of things to do. Moving closer, he caressed her face. Being nervous, he didn't know how she would respond, frankly, she could end it at anytime. He'd be hurt, but would understand. They both knew that going into whatever this night turned out to become.

Tracing her jaw line, he leaned in closer to her, and she lessen the space in between the two of them. Closing his eyes, he imagined her riding him, moaning loudly, and enjoying every touch, and slowly doing anything, and EVERYTHING he wanted to her. But before he could continue, he opened his eyes, and looked directly at her, asking her the million dollar question.

"So where do we go from here?"

In another Room

Shane sat in his hotel room, still stunned from the fact he saw her with his good friend. It took a lot to get them to become friend after his baby sister and he split up. He figured that if he and Stephanie were becoming good friends, so could he and Paul. But to know he went after the woman he secretly wanted was just low. He also sat staring at his cell phone, looking at the number that was shown in front of him: Emylee Harris.

His sister and other people on the roster told him not to press the issue with her, if she wanted him, she would go after him. He thought other wise. That she was just not used to being in the situation she was in, with two guys going after her at the same time. He figured it was now or never. That if he was to wait, he'd lose her forever. Pressing the speed dial on his phone, he waited for her to pick up. It rang and went to voice mail.

"Hey, this is Emylee…if this is important business, call Titan Towers….otherwise, I'm not available right at this moment, leave a message and I'll call you back…….Oh yeah, mom, if this is you, don't".

"Hey Em, it's Shane, I'd like to talk to you, it's really important…..it's about you….and me. Call me when you get in".

He shut his phone, hoping he wasn't too late. The only thing that got him through the day was the kiss they shared back when she first started.

Flashback

"Ok, seriously though, I think that Honky Tonk Man was the most ridiculous character your dad ever came up with. Think about it……..you can tell he was just starting in the creative department", she chuckled.

"Yeah some characters were and are crazy, but that's why the WWE is number one", Shane added.

Sitting next to her, in her office couch, his hand brushed against hers as they both grabbed for some paperwork. She looked up at him, as he did to her. She nervously grinned at him, as if this was a sixth grade dance. He leaned in closer to her, and he kissed her. She was shocked at first, but she moaned at the sensual kiss, and welcomed it. Breaking away, she looked at him, and then kissed him again. He grabbed her neck, and pressed her face to his, and then it was when she woke up and realized who she was kissing. She stood up walking over to her desk.

"What is it? I mean I don't think my breath was bad, and I think I'm a damn good kisser", he joked.

"It wasn't that Shane…….."

"Then what?"

"I can't".

"Why?"

"I can't! Remember you are seeing Wendy! You said you may want to marry her?"

"Yeah, I know, but that was for her parents".

"I can't"

"But Why?"

"You are the bosses' Son"

Those words stung like a knife through the chest, on top of the display with Randy, and her and Paul hooking up, it was too much. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

In Emylee's Room

She stared at Paul, and after a while it bothered him.

"Alright did you hear me?"

"Yeah I heard you crystal clear".

"Well, do I have something on my face?"

"No. Give me your hand".

"Why?"

"Just give me you hand".

Opening his hand, she took it, and placed it in between her thighs, and grinned at him. He also caught on to the hint, and she noticed the budge in his crotch. He grinned at the noticed, but it still didn't answer his question.

"What about my question, I mean I love a good fuck buddy session, hell I love a good fuck any day of the week, but I thought you wanted more?"

"I do, but right now, just show me why I should say yes", she said kneeling on the couch, and he slid his fingers inside of her. Sliding closer to him, she began to whisper to him.

"Show me".

"Show you what……"

"Show me why you're 'The Game'".

"Well, hon, that could take all night".

"I could show you my evil twin", she taunted.

"You got yourself a deal", he whispered back.

Brushing against his face, she looked at him. He pushed further inside her, breaking the barrier. She arched her back, and he noticed her breast were right in his face, and is carnal instinct was to touch. Grabbing her left breast, she yelped at the touch. She took her left hand, and undid his pants, and exposed his shaft, and wrapped her hand around it. Moving slowly, she began to give his a hand job, and he responded by moving in and out of her. They responded to each other, and he upped the ante a bit, by going inside her low cut dress, noticing their was no bra to undo, he began to flick her left nipple, and she met his match by moving her hand faster. It made him grin at her attempt to get back at him. She also noticed his cockiness, so then she got to him, by wrapping her mouth around his shaft. His was still grinning, but not as much as moaning. As soon as she did that, he moved faster inside her, and squeezed her breast hard. She sat back up to look at him. Going back to the original formula, he was getting close, very close. She leaned towards his face, grinning.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"I wasn't expecting it, but it was damn good", he breathed.

He continued, and she moaned at every touch.

"Mmmm…..Paul……I'm getting close".

"Cum for me".

They moved with rhythm to each others movements, and then her body began to shake. He made her hit her peak, and she loved every minute of it. She came all over his hand, and she kept going, as he began to cum on her hand. Breathing heavily, he slowly exited her, as she wished he never moved. She let go of him, and stood up walking towards her bathroom. He watched her intensely, as she made her way to clean up.

"I'm really sorry about that, normally, I'm not that bad".

"No worries, if I was that worried, I would have never said for you to do it in the first place", she yelled back.

He stood up, buckling his pants back up, and walked over to her in the bathroom. She continued freshening up, and he kissed her neck. She closed her eyes to take in the feeling of him being that close to her.

"That was very………exhausting", he said.

"But in a good way", she added.

"I'll agree to that".

He turned her back around, to pull her onto the counter, and remembered she still had no underwear on. Unbuckling his pants again, he looked at her, but then buckled his pants. She looked at him strangely. He spread her lips open, and began to play with her again, this time just watching her, and she got off on the fact he was watching her. After coming on his hand, again, he washed up in her bathroom.

"So what about my question?"

"Are you serious? You mean to tell me after that display, you need to ask?"

"Well, I'm a guy, sometimes, we don't know were we stand".

She chuckled at his response, and knew he was being a smart ass.

"I'd think after that, that something has to be there. I just have to admit something first".

"Go Ahead, I mean honesty is something I value".

"Normally, I'm not that forward, but there is something about you. I can't place it, but I tend to act extremely……..sexual around you".

He snickered at her brutal answer, and her cheeks grew red at him, as she looked for something to concentrate on.

"Em, it isn't the first time I've heard that from a woman. It is the first time I've felt like the opposite sex in the situation".

"Isn't this something you and your family should be discussing", she joked.

"No, not like that, smart ass. Just a woman knowing exactly what she wants, and I don't have to guess, that's a first".

"Well, I don't like games".

"Ok, so"

"What? Do you think I'd let someone finger fuck me, twice, and say we shouldn't try for something? I'm not that type of girl", she said.

Walking over to the door, she leaned against it. Choosing her words wisely, she continued.

"Paul, I'm a straight-to-the-point girl. I take nothing from no one, and so far, it has gotten me to this point. I've also scared men away from dating me. If you don't like it, here's the door", she motioned.

Looking up at him, as he came towards her, he stared directly at her. Taking her hand, she got goose bumps at what he was going to do next. In some ways, he still made her nervous, but now it was in a good way. He took her hand, and kissed it. Then he kissed her, slowly.

"That's all I needed to know. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow".

"Wait, what about our conversation?"

"Em, we finished it in more ways than one", he grinned.

She grinned also at the comment, and let him out. He then said something that made her chuckle, and she would remember about him.

"Just stay wet for me".

Closing the door, she began to fan herself, as she was exhausted, and ready to turn in.