Chapter 10

Reaching the hotel, Bray grabbed their bags and opened the door for Eviana once again. "You look tired, honey." He commented, walking beside her into the building and moved his long dark hair over his shoulder.

"I am."

Eviana didn't bother hiding how she felt, exhausted in every way possible and looked forward to a hot bubble bath with some type of alcohol. And she hoped Bray joined her for both, wanting to spend some quality time with him. They stood in line for 5 minutes before receiving the key card to their hotel room and Eviana wanted to smack the receptionist for openly flirting with coworkers instead of simply checking them in. However, she just wished the cock-hungry whore goodnight and took the elevator, too tired to take the backstairs. The ride up was silent, Bray and Eviana in their own deep thoughts. A few minutes later, they were finally in the room and Eviana instantly kicked her shoes off, taking the clip out of her hair too. She slid her jacket off and tossed it on the nearby table near the door before collapsing on the bed, raven hair fanned all around her. She drew her knees up to where she could start rubbing her feet and smiled when Bray joined her moments later. Bray kneeled in front of her and took over the foot massage, his strong hands soothing her weary feet.

"What's on your mind?" Bright blues fastened on Eviana's stress-filled face and Bray hoped she opened up to him.

"You can read me well." No matter what she did, Eviana couldn't help feeling like dirt for leaving her best friend as bait. Why didn't Meena tell her about Randy pursuing her sooner? "I know feeling bad for what happened to Meena is pointless because I had no idea it was happening, but I can't help it. She could've been seriously injured or worse had Reigns not shown up to stop him. It just makes me wonder if he's eyeballing anyone else…" Her words trailed off, a full body shiver of dread coursing through Eviana's body at the mere mention of the possibility.

Bray wondered the same thing, but hadn't voiced his opinion. "I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see."

He bent down, kissing the arch of her foot and decided it was time to get this beautiful woman's mind on something other than work. Smiling softly, Eviana felt breathless at his touch and those incredible bright blue eyes searing her deep inside. They slowly turned a darker blue that reminded her of the ocean. How did she get lucky to meet such a wonderful man like Bray?

"You're so wonderful to me…" She murmured softly, caressing his soft hair and the smile remained implanted on her face.

Chuckling softly, Bray swapped feet to start another massage and his gaze never left hers. "I'm tryin' to be. I really like you, honey." He admitted in a husky voice, not afraid to tell her and hoped Eviana felt the same way.

"I really like you too, Bray." She meant it and moaned out when he hit a sensitive spot on her foot.

Jon would never want her; Eviana had to cut her losses, keep it professional with Jon and move on with Bray. That's what she needed to do, but her heart kept gravitating toward Jon whenever they were alone together. Tonight was a huge eye-opener for Eviana, especially after his heartfelt confession about their attitudes toward each other. Jon was a tough egg to crack, but once he did earlier that night and opened up, Eviana felt herself falling further for him. It had to stop; there had to be a line drawn somewhere if she continued being with Bray.

Moving from her feet up her silky soft legs, Bray felt how tense her muscles were and suddenly stood up, offering his hand to her. "You want a hot bath? Relax a little and then I'll rub you down – work out some of these knots in your body." He suggested, hating to see her so stressed out and strained.

That sounded heavenly, Eviana thought, taking his hand and let Bray guide her into the bathroom. While she bent over to turn the water on in the tub, Bray looked through the bag of toiletries and pulled out some bubble bath Eviana had. It was strawberry, the same scent lingering on her, and Bray groaned against the bottle once he popped the top on it. Eviana turned to take the bubble bath from Bray, poured some in, swished her hand around the water to make the bubbles form and turned around to wrap her arms around Bray's waist.

"Join me?"

"You don't have to ask me twice."

Pumping iron, Jon tried keeping focused on his workout instead of his beautiful assistant, having a few hours before needing to be at the arena for the show. He'd been playing duck and dodge with Eviana for the past month because he didn't want to fly off the handle if he saw her with Bray or the damage Randy had inflicted on him. Jon normally wore a hat with a wide brim until he could reach makeup to get the bruises on his face covered. Randy didn't take too kindly to having his head rammed into a cinder block wall by a rookie and had attacked him a few times from behind. No matter how hard he tried not to think about Eviana, she kept running in and out of his mind. It drove him to near insanity, especially at night when he was in bed alone. How he longed to feel her touch and body against his. The time would come, he just had to be patient and wait for everything to fall apart with Bray.

Finally stopping, Jon quickly showered and took his time dressing, not wanting to go to the arena. He didn't want to face the woman who kept haunting him, but he had to. Avoiding his personal assistant forever definitely wasn't the answer to winning her over. Jon put the ball cap on his head, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a buttoned up short-sleeved dress top, Jon headed to the arena to do what he loved – his ultimate passion. Upon arrival, Joe asked him to spar in the ring for a little while and Jon accepted the offer, giving him the perfect excuse not to go to his dressing room. He wasn't ready to face Eviana yet.

"So what's up with you and Ice Queen or whatever you call her?" Joe asked, locking up with Jon and was instantly shoved back to bounce off the ropes.

"Nothing. Don't wanna talk about it." Jon grunted, peeling his t-shirt off and tossed it over the top rope before locking fingers with Joe to test their strength.

Joe shook his head, twisting Jon's wrists to point up to him with their fingers still entangled. "You need to fucking tell her how you feel about her already, man. Stop being a chicken shit." He was tired of seeing Jon hurt simply because the man didn't know how to open his mouth and talk about his feelings. "Just drop your balls and do it."

"How about you shut the fuck up and just wrestle?" Jon didn't want to think about Eviana right now and decided distracting himself with his job, practicing or in front of thousands of fans was the way to do it. "I'll talk to her when I'm good and ready. Now lock up."

An hour later, Jon and Joe parted ways to get ready for the show. He missed sharing a locker room with Joe because if they forgot something at the hotel such as tape or kneepads, they borrowed and used each other's quite a bit. Walking into his dressing room, Jon's whole body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the sparring session with Joe.

"Hey." He greeted softly, using the t-shirt to wipe away sweat from his chest.

Eviana had a hard time pulling her gaze away from the sweaty specimen standing before her, eyes giving his body a full onceover. "Hi." She greeted, tearing her eyes from Jon to look down at the current documents on her lap, pretending to focus on her work.

Why did he have to walk in here slick with sweat? Temptation clawed at her insides quite a bit when it came to Jon, but she was with Bray now. Eviana wouldn't do anything to mess her relationship up with Bray either, not even for Jon because she genuinely liked him. Trying to keep Bray in her mind, Eviana failed and bit back a groan, wishing Jon would put on a shirt or paper sack to cover his slick body. Jon could feel her inner turmoil and walked over to stand beside her, damp rock hard abs in her face.

"Anything interesting on the agenda?" He asked, glancing down at the paperwork and could tell Eviana was concentrating a little too carefully on it. Inadvertently, Jon placed his hand on the table mere inches from hers, leaning on it while reading over the schedule and nodded approvingly.

Finding it hard to breathe suddenly, Eviana swallowed past the lump in her throat and kept her eyes focused on the paperwork for fear of losing all control if she looked up at Jon once. "Just a signing." She managed to croak out softly, fighting back a tremor threatening to overtake her body.

Being this close to Jon was a hazard to her relationship with Bray and he hadn't even touched her! Think of Bray – wonderful, kind, sweet Bray, she mentally coached, setting the schedule on the table to go over Jon's list of hotels he'd be staying at. Unaware of her reaction to him, Jon was more focused on just staring at Eviana and took in her gorgeous hair, the beautiful on her smile not missed either.

"How are you?" He asked, dropping down to be eyelevel with her in a squatting position and concerned pale blues studied her face intently.

"Fine – I'm fine."

She made the mistake of turning her head to meet his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath, her heart skipping a beat or two. They were the palest shade of blue with just a hint of grey beneath. Eviana had always been entranced by his eyes, snaking her tongue out to swipe across her desert dry lips unconsciously.

"You?"

Jon's eyes narrowed in on her sweet mouth, his breathing also quickening along with hers and tried to think straight, but it was hard doing so around this woman. "I'm – uh – fine." He stuttered, nodding to reassure himself and knew being this close to Eviana was treading on dangerous ground. As much as he enjoyed danger in his life, this particular type Jon tried avoiding at all costs. "So, just a signing?"

"Yes, unless you'd prefer more?" Eviana retorted with a wink, letting him know she was joking.

The ice had finally broken between them and awkwardness was gone for the time being. "Nope. Sounds good to me." Jon slowly rose to his feet in front of her, once again showcasing his nicely toned physique. "You alright? You seem edgy tonight?"

She had to lie again. "Just trying to finish this so I don't get behind again." If Eviana thought about standing up right now, her knees would surely give out on her, so she remained seated.

"Right well…I need to take a shower." Jon announced, not believing there wasn't something wrong with her, but his current physical problem in his jeans had to be taken care of.

A half an hour later, Jon stepped out and cursed, realizing he forgot to bring his bag in. Eviana was out there and he had to retrieve it in just a skimpy white towel he stole from the hotel. When would he learn to bring his own on the road like Joe did? Another reason he missed sharing a locker room with the man. Little water droplets slowly slid down his rock hard body in tiny rivulets and Eviana couldn't stop her eyes following them. What the hell was Jon thinking walking out here nearly naked?! Was he trying to give her a stroke?

"Forgot my bag." Jon smiled sheepishly over at his personal assistant and crossed the room to pick it up, frowning when he realized something was missing. Eviana had moved to sit on the bench and accidentally sat on Jon's Dean Unstable Ambrose hooded sweatshirt he wore to the ring. "Evie, I need my sweatshirt you're sitting on, darlin'." His towel covered crotch was now in her vision and Jon bent down to be eyelevel with her, their eyes locked again.

Eviana had to think of something to do quickly before she threw caution to the wind and ravaged this man, needing space desperately. His hand slid on the bench where his sweatshirt was and pulled it from beneath her backside, her scent lingering all over it. Jon spotted the skirt she wore then and licked his lips, aching to touch her creamy soft thighs. They were making each other breathless the longer Jon stood there and she jumped slightly when a drop of water from his hair landed on her thigh, snapping her eyes up to meet his again. By now, Jon's resolve had crumbled into a pile of dust and he inhaled sharply, finally taking the chance covering his mouth with hers in a passionate kiss. Mildly surprised when she began returning the kiss instead of slapping him silly, it also didn't shock Jon when Eviana pushed him away moments later.

"I'm sorry, Eviana." He lied, lips burning on hers and Jon couldn't lie about how he felt any longer. Joe was right. "Fuck that, no I'm not."

Crushing her against his chest roughly, Jon kissed her again this time harder and didn't care what the consequences were. He had to taste her sweet lips against his again. Ready to push him away, Eviana instantly snaked her arms up to wrap around his neck and held Jon tightly against her, deepening the kiss. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide inside her mouth and tasted each other for the first time. Was this really happening? Or was this another heartbreaking dream? Eviana's mind swirled with so many thoughts and emotions while delving fingers in his sopping wet curls, their mouths in a current dance of enchanting passion. Jon responded with his hands on her back, one hand sliding up to her neck to entangle his fingers in her own soft hair. It was something he longed to do since the moment his eyes landed on Eviana and he found out she was his personal assistant. Lifting her from the bench, Jon gently caressed her tongue with his and explored every crevice of her mouth. The feeling of her against him was almost too much for Jon to handle, physically trembling against her quavering body.

It was truly the most soul searing kiss he'd ever shared with a woman and Jon never wanted it to end.