It was closer to dusk, and Heath sat between Hailey's legs while everyone chatted with some sort of alcoholic beverage grasped in their hands. David and Ryan were in front of the 42" TV enjoying a round of Call of Duty.

Stu quietly admired Hailey's violin collection, genuinely impressed with one in particular. It collectively looked like the WWE title belt. If one looked hard enough, he would find the logo for WWE. He smirked slightly, knowing who was behind that piece. It must have cost quite a bit with all the rhinestones and jewels. He turned back to look at the woman, watching her concentrate on the ginger's hair.

John and Randy were on the loveseat, intently watching the game. They switched off with Ry and David after each match. They enthusiastically yelled at the TV if someone died or just wouldn't die, roaring with victory if they won.

Tyrone and Fred sat on chairs, watching the shenanigans that happened before them. The latter seemed to find every frustration hilarious, while the former didn't seem to care at all. In fact, Tyrone looked rather bored if anything.

Kevin found himself in front of the refrigerator looking for small things to snack on. He picked up some carrot sticks and made his way to the floor near Hailey and Heath. Justin sat on the couch near him, watching Hailey concentrate on braiding the redhead's hair. He watched as said man closed his eyes at the sensation of someone playing with his hair, and he instantly grew jealous.

Heath usually didn't like people playing with his hair, but she was gentle and slightly erotic (well, to me anyway, he thought) which turned him on a little. What he would give to get a few minutes alone with her. She pulled his hair in order to wrap a hair tie around the braid to keep it in place.

"Okay, turn around. I want to see!" she exclaimed. He sighed audibly before standing and turning to look at the beautiful woman. Her lips curled up into the biggest smile as her eyes crinkled slightly in delight. "You look so cute!"

His face was swallowed in red, and she pulled him down to the couch next to her. "You're lucky you're cute, Hailey. I wouldn't let anyone else touch my hair." He winked at her, eliciting a hug so powerful that he fell back into PJ. All three of them laughed, and even as Kevin jumped on top of Hailey, they all laughed harder. John and Randy added themselves to the pile.

"Alright! Alright! Off!" she yelled, pushing someone off her. She pulled herself up to her hands and knees on top of Heath. He swallowed hard, trying his hardest not to bite his lip and pull her to him. The moment, however, was ruined by PJ pushing them off him.

John's cell phone going off stopped the manhandling momentarily.

"Hey, what's up Nick? You're clubbing? You want us to go? Alright which club? Karma? Okay, we'll be there." He hung up the phone and turned to look at everyone. "Let's go clubbing!"

He was met with a few excited cheers, but when he turned to look at Hailey, she didn't seem too thrilled.

"You guys can go. I have some work to take care of," she explained, standing up. John glared at her.

"If we stayed here, you wouldn't have worked. Hell, you wouldn't have even touched that shit. Come on, Lee; come clubbing with us. I'll buy you drinks," John argued passionately and pleadingly.

She crossed her arms, adamant, but stubborn. "I don't want to go out. That was the main reason why I had a party here, John. You guys go. Have more fun there. But," she said, cutting off anymore cheers, "You better not bring any college girls in here. They can get pretty crazy. You were warned." She waved her hand as she turned around and walked to the bedroom. She sighed as she heard them leave, grabbing coats and putting on shoes. Taking a fresh shirt and panties out for pajamas, she made her way back out to the bathroom. She didn't notice the head of dark hair still sitting on the couch.

The warm water running over her tense shoulders and sinking down her tight back made her realize that she was, indeed, filled with a tension she shouldn't have to deal with. They wanted to party; that's how guys usually are. Why would any of the new guys be different, right?

She ran her hands through her wet hair before deciding to wash it along with her body.

Meanwhile, sitting almost awkwardly on the larger couch, Stu listened to the water running, imagining a nice warm shower for himself. That's all he really wanted at the moment. He didn't feel like clubbing, or at least, he didn't want to be seen with half of those guys. He found himself perfectly happy sitting on the couch, listening to the shower, thinking of the woman in the shower. He felt weird around her. His heart would race, he would get light-headed, and even drool a little.

The bathroom door suddenly swung open, revealing Hailey in her usual attire for bed. She didn't see him gawking at her for she was drying her hair with a fluffy towel. She walked over to the couch, still not noticing the man that currently sat there, before sitting down. The towel fell from her eyes and she finally saw something in the corner of her eye. Her heart jumped to her throat, thinking there was a mass murderer in her apartment, only to find it was Stu. Her stomach did backflips at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, relieved that it was him.

"I didn't feel like going out either," he answered, his accent sending chills down Hailey's spine. He leaned back against the cushions, looking her up and down. Maybe the chance to get to know the woman that has been making him feel weird would help. It was likely that he would find the cause of this attraction by getting to know her.

"According to Drew," she started, sitting cross-legged on the couch facing him, "you are quite the party animal and you would not let pass an invitation to any club. Now, I trust Drew with my most expensive silk panties, so I know he's telling me the truth. There must be some other reason you're here." She squinted at him, chewing her bottom lip.

Busted.

"Really, I didn't sleep all that great, due to PJ moving around a lot. I'm a light sleeper, which doesn't help the insomnia at all," he lied. He didn't want her to know that he thought of her all night.

"Well, I had a dream about you last night," she informed, "I woke John up from it."

Stu couldn't help but smirk. Dreamed about him, and woke up John? She must have been moving around a lot. "What was it about?"

Her face turned bright red. She quickly turned her eyes away from his, confirming his suspicions. She had one of those dreams.

She covered, smirking, "We were riding a unicorn through a rainbow."

Rolling his eyes, Stu got up and went to the kitchen. He poured two glasses of rum and coke and brought it back to his conquest for the night. She took it with a small smile.

"You know, there's something different about you. You aren't like the rest of the RAW roster. You're…special," Hailey breathed, taking a sip of her drink.

"And you aren't like the other woman I've met. You're classy, and sophisticated," he complimented, his ears turning slightly pink. "You're definitely one-of-a-kind."

She leaned into him slightly, smiling lightly. "I don't know you well enough to take that compliment," she joked, taking another sip.

Stu downed the alcoholic beverage for courage. Due to the other drinks he had that night, he felt he was able to tell her the truth. "Hailey, I lied to you. I wasn't up all night because of PJ, I—."

Before he was able to finish, her cell phone went off in the kitchen. "Sorry, hold on. It could be Vince."

He watched her get up, his eyes drawn to her ass. He shook his head.

Hailey picked up the phone, "Sutcliffe."

"Hailey, are you busy? I need to go over a few things with you," McMahon asked brusquely on the other end, "mostly about tomorrow."

"Alright, shoot," she answered getting her work briefcase out from hiding. She managed to get everything ready before Vince went on a tangent.

"So, the meeting tomorrow will be at the Hilton, the JFK room, at 9 AM, right? Well, I need you to be there half an hour early. I got the emails you sent me," he said with relief, "The RAW roster will be there, along with the NXT men. It's important they make it there. The first part of the meeting is going over the RAW schedule and matches and possible new feuds to market for the next pay-per-view. The last part will be addressing the NXT Pros and Rookies. I have big news for you too."

"Oh?" she asked, shrugging it off as his old lecherous self. "And what could it possibly be?"

"You'll find out tomorrow, my dear assistant. So have you reconsidered my offer?" he asked, a grin evident in his voice. Hailey rolled her eyes and looked to Stu. He was listening with raised eyebrows, his mouth closed tight.

"You know my thoughts on the Diva's division, Vince. I don't want to be one of them." Stu immediately perked up. He opened his mouth, about to say something. "Besides, where would you be without me?"

"That's very true. But I see you watching those matches. You want to be out there, flaunting your skills too. I see it in your eyes, Hailey. I could build you up to be the next Trish—"

"No, sir. I love the business aspect too much to let go," she explained, watching Stu stand from the couch and make his way to her. He placed his hand on her back and leaned into her so his ear was closer to the phone. She stiffened, not expecting him so close. He didn't seem to notice.

"You can still work as my assistant, but you'll be more, dare I say, hands on?" he chuckled, soon turning into a full laugh. Stu smiled and bit his lip, not wanting to laugh. Hailey just rolled her eyes.

"Is there anything else you need, O Captain my Captain?" she asked, referring to an old joke between them. They both loved the movie Dead Poets Society.

"I'll talk to you more tomorrow. Well until then," he said, hanging up.

She hung up her own phone and put it down on the counter. Her notes were scrawled on the piece of paper she grabbed. Stu's hand was still on her back, and she noticed he was still standing very close to her. Her embarrassment came back at her full force, but she could not will herself to pull away from him first. So she pretended to go over her notes.

"What did he need, calling so late?" he inquired innocently, still invading her personal space.

She looked up into his eyes, and she found that to be a mistake. He was still hunched over so his face was closer to hers. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, her face feeling hotter than it did. "Just about the meeting tomorrow. All of RAW and you guys need to be there at nine in the morning. To go over a few things," she answered, swallowing hard. His lips were so close, and she wanted to feel them again.

Stu watched as her eyes almost glazed over, her mouth opened slightly, and her body melted next to his. Her pupils dilated and he knew he had her attention. He was about to kiss her when the door opened up, a train of muscly creatures called wrestlers walked through, interrupting what peace they had, and what possibly could have happened between them.

He growled as Hailey went to work putting her work papers away and cleaning up the kitchen. However, he nearly burst out laughing when he noticed Heath still had his hair braided.

"You actually went out looking like thaht'?" he asked incredulously to the ginger. Hailey popped up beside him and smiled at her handiwork. Heath winked at her.

"The girls loved it. Got me a few numbers."

Stu sighed and turned back to the woman behind him. She smiled up at him, running her fingers down his arm in a caress before walking to sit with the other guys.

A/N: I am so sorry for the wait. It took me awhile to find something that would progress the story in the way I needed it to. I also had to do a bit of research about how NXT ran so I could get a more in-depth approach to the story. So, thank you so much to ur-only-hope, xPunkifiedx, Viper Cena Fan, and, of course, SandraSmit19. What would I do without you four?

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