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I Need You Like A Heartbeat

Chapter 5: Making Friends

Finally!

I finally get some time to kick back and relax. Some time to think without being worried I'll make some false move and piss Brian off.

He's at the spa right now, getting cleansed and pampered. I would've had more time to myself this morning, but no. Brian not so kindly reminded me I should hit the gym while he was down there. He couldn't possibly be calling me fat. I'm in great shape.

But I did it. With a fucking smile on my face. My time in the gym had also given me the opportunity to meet some of the WWE Divas. Two in particular spent most of their workout chatting to me; Maryse and Natalya. Maryse had an arrogance about her, but it didn't really bother me. And Nattie was a little frightening. I had enough common ground with the both of them that I was able to hold some interesting conversations. And also, their off handed comments about the other girls littering the gym were hilarious.

Clearly, these two women were the head bitches in charge. Both women expressed pity on me when I informed them why I was here in the first place though. Or more so, who I was here with.

After a grueling work out (Brian took the liberty of coaching me after his session was over), he had skipped off, almost literally, to the spa. That left me with some down time.

I didn't dare leave the hotel in case some 'emergency' came up. With this guy, you never know. So after showering and primping, I made my way to the small café in the hotel, ordering a cup of coffee and settling down with a local newspaper.

I had kind of hoped either Nattie or Maryse would be down here so I'd have someone to talk to, but no such luck. In fact, no one here looked like they were a wrestler; just a bunch of businessmen and families on vacation. The place was littered with people, and I was glad I'd snagged the last available table.

Engrossed by an article on some local murder, I didn't really notice the presence across from me. "Hey, can I sit here?" a soft, southern accent questioned, and I jumped, startled by the sudden interruption of my thoughts.

Looking up, I saw the familiar face of one of the wrestlers who'd been in the gym this morning. He was tall, taller than Brian, but shorter than Zeke, had multi colored hair and startling green eyes. Handsome, in an unusually exotic way.

"Um, yeah. Go ahead," I said, moving my coffee cup closer to me instead of in the middle of the small, round table where it had been. My eyes traced over his intricately shaved facial hair and to his pierced lip, which turned into a little smirk as he sat in the unoccupied chair across form me.

"I'm Jeff," he introduced after peeling the cap from his steaming cup of liquid and blowing on the surface.

"Sunny," I replied politely, not wanting to force pity conversation on him, but also not wanting to seem so absorbed in the newspaper that I was being rude.

"Saw ya in the gym this mornin'. I don't recognize you, so ya can't work with me. But I didn't hear anythin' about any new Divas..." he trailed off, looking for an answer. I enjoyed the sound of his voice, the smooth flow of his words and the slight twang.

Deciding he wanted to create conversation, I folded the paper and put it down on the table before replacing it with my cup. "Actually, I work for Brian Kendrick. I'm his assistant."

"Ah, you mean The Brian Kendrick?" Jeff's green eyes rolled and the smirk that crept on to my face at the identical reaction I have to my boss gave Jeff the okay to elaborate. "Guy's not all there. Then again... people say the same thing 'bout me all the time."

I could believe it. The unusual way he looked would certainly make grandmas everywhere gasp and hold their hands to their sequin sweatered hearts. "He only just hired me. I'm probably still on a test run."

Jeff shook his head and took a sip of his drink, which looked and smelled like tea. "Man, first a bodyguard, now a PA. Guy's got a damn entourage."

I laughed and nodded my head in agreement, mindlessly, pushing some hair behind my ear and shifting in my seat, throwing him a flirtatious smile. I think Jeff caught on by the way his lips twitched upwards after he'd wet them with his tongue.

He was really attractive. Everything about him, not just his looks. Genuinely attractive. And it was seemingly effortless, the way he seemed so comfortable in his own skin. He wasn't like one of those people who dress crazy and do any and every body modification they can think of just to get attention or to fit in with a certain genre. Jeff seemed truly unique. I usually am not attracted to such... originality.

"So're ya gonna be on TV?" the wrestler questioned, messing around with his teabag.

"Oh, no, no, no. I have nothing to do with the company," I assured him, tossing my hair over my shoulder and leaning back in my chair. I crossed my legs and picked my cup up again, holding it between both hands.

"That'll change soon as Vickie catches sight of ya." I knew Vickie as Brian's boss, so she must be Jeff's boss as well. "She's gonna get little dollar signs in her eyes." Was that a line? The glint in his eye told me, yes, it was.

"What does that mean?" I played dumb, realizing he was basically saying I was hot enough to be one of those female wrestlers.

Jeff was hunched slightly over the table, relaxed, leaning on his elbows. A few strands of hair fell in to his eyes from his bun and he didn't lift his head, but only his eyebrows, and looked up at me, small smirk on his face. "I think you know."

Sipping my steaming coffee, I pushed the subject further, endeared by this guy who had this aura of mystery and spontaneity about him. "I think I need an elaboration."

At this point, Jeff sat up a little straighter, his smile getting a little tighter. "I don't think you do. But I'll humor ya. If I were in Vickie Guerrero's position, I'd realize what a large appeal you'd have to the male audience."

I pursed my lips, feeling a slight flush on my cheeks and averted my eyes for a minute before looking back at him. "Well, I'd never be able to be a wrestler anyway."

"Why not? Ya look in shape. They'd train ya before they threw ya in the ring." Jeff began explaining things to me about the wrestling business, how he was dealing with his own brother at this point. It was sad to hear him talk about Matt, a distant, wounded look in his eyes as he told me about how his brother had cost him his title and no longer wanted to be associated with him. Poor thing.

Our conversation didn't go on for all that long though, as a looming shadow interrupted me mid-sentence. I looked up to see Zeke standing there, arms folded over his chest. Without uttering a word, he nodded his head to the exit and I took the hint that it was time for me to go.

"Will you be at the arena tonight?" Jeff asked, clearly figuring the situation out.

"Um..." I paused, looking at the set of dark eyes that were boring in to me. It was hard to tell if Zeke was angry or if he was just content. Turning back to look at Jeff, I stood, taking my coffee with me. "I'll be there."

Jeff's face turned from hopeful to pleased when I answered, which kind of made me a little giddy. But let's be realistic here. I have a job where sleeping with my boss is seemingly going to be a regular practice. Starting a relationship doesn't seem like an option. "I'm gonna go lookin' for ya," he promised.

I just laughed lightly and shook my head, offering him a small wave of my fingers before following Zeke out of the café.

He didn't say a word as we entered the elevator and went u to the floor the room was at. I was a little freaked out as he stalked down the hall behind me and fumbled with my keycard a little once we got in front of the room.

"Where the hell were you?" That was the first thing I heard as soon as I stepped in to the suite. Brian was standing there in nothing but boxers, not looking happy at all.

"I was just downstairs getting some coffee. I thought you would be at the spa for longer..." I answered, wondering why in fact Brian was already done. He couldn't have been there for more than an hour.

He rolled his eyes and shook his blonde head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Really? Really, you were just getting coffee? That's funny, because Zeke called me when he found you and said you were down there whoring yourself to Jeff Hardy."

My mouth absolutely gaped.

I didn't even know what to say to that! I would love to rip his head of for such a ridiculous accusation, but really, what position am I in to do that?

"We were just talking," I finally managed through clenched teeth.

Brian's eyebrows raised and his composure relaxed a little. "Well, I don't pay you to talk to that freak, got it? You should've been here when I got back. That massous was a fucking butcher." I glanced behind me to see Zeke wasn't even here and sighed, moving forward to sit down on the couch. I was stopped by Brian's interception though.

His fingers held my chin still, forcing me to look at him, which is the last thing I want to even do at this point. "I need to unwind," he hinted, that suggestive gleam in his eye.

Scratch that. This is the last thing I wanted to do right now.

He nuzzled my neck, still holding my chin, before he backed up. "Get in the shower. You reek of Hardy," he snorted, backing up and giving me a disgusted look.

I frowned and moved jerked my head from his grasp, storming in to the bathroom. Fuck him!

And I can't even say no! I can't!

How am I going to survive this job, really?

I don't think I can hack it...