The sunlight pouring through the room woke Sam up. For a second she thought that she had imagined the previous night's events. The slight pain in between her legs reminded her that it was all real. If she needed any further confirmation, it happened to be lying right down next to her. Fighting to move her unruly hair out of her eyes to get a better look at Steve, she was almost mesmerized by what she saw. He seemed so peaceful while he slept; Sam almost found it hard to believe that this was the same man that took raising hell to a whole new level. Biting her lip, Sam contemplated on what to do. This was not exactly a situation she was familiar with. Sure she had one night stands before, but never with someone who expected her to stay all weekend and certainly never with anyone famous. Sam's was pulled out of her worries by the sight of blue orbs staring at her, fighting back a smirk.

Neither one said anything as they just took time to take each other's presence in. Steve felt alive for the first time in a long time. To him, Sam was a breath of fresh air and he wasn't sure he was going to be able to let her go Monday. Stretching his arms above his head and letting out a slight hiss, he offered Sam a slight smile.

"Mornin'."

"Good morning."

"Sleep good?"

Sam nodded as she fought with her hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. Unfortunately all the sweat she poured out last night had turned her hair to look like a CHIA-PET. "Best sleep I have had in a long while."

Steve simply nodded as he sat up. Steve was never shy by any means, but for the first time in a long time, he couldn't think of anything to say. He looked over at Sam as she let a soft giggle.

"What?"

"Just seems weird being here, you know? Like I don't know what to say."

"Well my ma always said if you can't find anything to say, then don't. Just live in the moment and stop trying to analyze shit too much."

"So, the Hall of Fame?"

"Yeah. I'm glad JR's finally gettin his respect. Hell, after all his done for the damn company, it's been a long time coming. Hey, how about you get your cute ass dressed cause I'm starvin'."

Sam quickly rose out of bed almost forgetting that she was naked. It was too late to try to act shy, so Sam avoided all eye contact and tried to make it to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

The vibrating phone on the table stopped Steve from jumping up to join her. Looking down, he rolled his eyes and prepared himself for the game of twenty questions.

"Lo?"

"So?"

"So what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Steven. Did you spend the night with Sam or not? Inquiring minds want to know."

"Inquiring minds or just you and Dawn's nosy asses?" Steve chuckled as Mark tried to be offended, failing miserably.

"Ok, whatever. So?"

"A gentleman never kisses and tells."

"But a cowboy does, so give it up partner."

"I'll be down in twenty." With that Steve quickly hung up the phone and looked up as the bathroom door opened. Sam stood there wearing nothing more than a towel and the last thing Steve was thinking about was eggs and bacon. Instead he removed her towel and pinned Sam up against the wall. He quickly feasted on her neck as she bit back a moan.

"What about breakfast?" Sam asked as Steve led her back to the wrinkled sheets.

"I like this menu better." Steve responded pulling her wet body on top of his.


Two hours and two showers later, the pair finally made it downstairs where the hotel restaurant was now preparing for their lunch rush.

"Took you two long enough." The pair turned to see Dawn Marie standing there with her hands on her hip with an expression that made Steve know that the petite woman was definitely ready for motherhood.

"Sorry mom."

"What were you two doing?" Sam and Steve looked at one another and gave each other a soft smile.

"Just talking."

"Talking my ass. Well, whatever. Sam, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"The Hall of Fame's tonight and we got to get you ready, girl."

Sam looked at Dawn with apprehension. "Ready, how?"

Dawn rolled her eyes and grabbed Sam's hand. "Just come on. Bye, Steve."

Steve gave a small wave as he chuckled at the fearful expression on Sam's face. Poor girl has no idea what she's in for.


Sam was definitely out of her element. She never knew getting dressed was such job. After being dragged to three different stores by Stephanie, Trish and Dawn, they were finally able to find a dress that everyone could compromise on. Now the real work began. Dawn was curling her hair as Trish painted her toes and Stephanie took a conference call while searching for a pair of earrings.

Sam did have to say that she was enjoying the company of the woman. She found out that Stephanie and Paul were thinking about having another baby. Trish was engaged to John Cena, but it was being kept quiet for fear that the dirt sheets would get wind of the story. She also found out how a Jersey girl like Dawn was able to tame the Deadman. Sam was pulled out of her thoughts by Trish pulling on her toe.

"Yeah?"

"I just asked what you thought." Sam looked down at the French manicure on her toes and was impressed. Her toes had never looked that good before.

"They look great, thank you."

"Good, I'm glad. Now if you ladies will excuse us, Steph and I have to get ready. See you soon guys."

The room was quiet except for the new Amy Winehouse CD playing in the background.

"Can I ask you question?" Sam struggled to nod with the rollers in her hair. "What's going on with you and Steve?"

Sam thought about it for awhile before she answered. "I honestly don't know. I want to say that this is just a weekend trip with a very generous guy."

"But…"

Sam sighed. "But no man has ever touched me like that. It's like he knew exactly what to do and where to go without me even having to tell him."

"So you two did have sex?" Sam just looked at Dawn through the mirror. "Just checking."

"All I know is if he keeps on saying and doing the right thing, I'm going to find it really hard to leave on Monday."

Dawn nodded as she moved to grab Sam's dress. "Well, let's not worry about Monday and just concentrate on knocking him off his block tonight."


Sam looked at herself in the mirror and contemplated locking herself in the bathroom. Dresses and heels were completely foreign concepts to Sam and she felt silly. Dawn had done her hair so that it was falling in big curls down her back. She had smoky eyes and nude lips. Sam hardly recognized the girl standing in front of her. The red dress was a halter style that had an A-train at the bottom. The front was dropped down so low that Sam had to get a quick lesson in double sided tape. The waistline held beading and there was just a small string tied in the back. Sam took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She grabbed her purse before heading toward the elevator.

"Where is she?" Steve paced the floor. Mark laid a hand on Steve's arm to stop himself from getting dizzy. Mark looked up as the elevator opened and had to pick his mouth up from the floor.

"Wow." Steve and Dawn looked up to see Sam walking towards them. Steve stood completely spellbound at the sight of the bartender.

"I am damn good." Dawn praised herself.