Battle of the Wills
Claire came out of the bathroom and saw no one in the room but she could hear men talking. She looked towards the patio door when Dean and another man came back into the room. Dean closed the sliding glass door but all Claire could do was stare at the strange man whose hair was interestingly dark on one side and blonde on the other. He was handsome and had a smirk on his face, almost comical. Claire folded her arms across her chest self consciously. She felt like she had seen him before but where was not registering at the moment. She was starting to feel comfortable around Dean but two men she barely knew weren't too far from her and she was not fully dressed was making her uncomfortable. If they made a move toward her she was locking herself in the bathroom she decided. The doors here were pretty sturdy, hopefully they could hold up until help arrived. She hated feeling scared but it was starting to become the norm for her tonight.
Dean must have noticed the frightened look on her face because he started coming towards her slowly. "Claire, it's Ok. He is just a friend checking up on me." Claire stuck out her hand and shaking her head. "No, stay back!" Dean backed away not wanting to scare her anymore then she was already. "Dean, I am going to go. Don't worry, I got your back, your secret is safe." Seth started walking to the door. "Hey man, are you still meeting us at the gym tomorrow?" "Yeah 8 a.m., I will be there." "OK. Sorry miss. You two have a great night." Seth left.
Claire took a deep breath and then glared at Dean. "What did you tell him?" "Claire that was my wrestling partner Seth, he came by to check on me because I was supposed to meet him and Roman in the lounge for drinks and I never showed." "OK but what did you tell him about me." Dean was frustrated and he ran his hands through his hair. "I told him the truth. I can trust him and if you trust me then you can trust him. If not, I am taking your ass to your own hotel room." Claire gasped in shock. "You will not be taking my ass anywhere because I am leaving BY MYSELF." Claire angrily stalked off towards the door grabbing her purse up. "Where do you think you are going Princess?" Dean stepped in front of her. "Quit calling me Princess, my name is Claire." "Well Claire, stop acting like the Queen Bee!" Claire was furious. He was just so rude and obnoxious. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" "No way Princess! I am not letting you run the halls this late at night with no place to go, especially wearing that, you won't make it down the hall without some prick all over you." "You're the one who gave this to me to wear." "Yes to walk around the room with not to wear up and the down hotel halls. You might as wear a sign that says' "I'm Easy'."
Green and Blue eyes were glaring at each other, both so stubborn, neither one of them was ready to back down. "It is none of your concern what happens to me, you have done your good deed for the day, you are done, now let me pass." "Really Princess because I am not some servant you can order away. I would like nothing more than to drop you off with your husband and let him deal with you but I am not just letting you leave." Claire had enough and tried to walk around Dean but Dean quickly picked her up, easily swung her over his back and carried her over to the chair and unceremoniously dropping her into the seat with her making a small shriek. Her mossy green eyes were wide as she stared at him and just how serious he was. She could feel the fight leaving her, he was almost a foot taller and a lot bigger then her. She could feel the goose bumps on her arms, she started to bite her lip again and she shrunk as far back against the chair as she could as leaned toward her.
"Claire, I am not going to hurt you. Look at me!" He lifted her head so she would see him. "I am trying to keep you from getting hurt. For some reason women like to run head first into danger when they get emotional." Claire felt offended by that statement and narrowed her eyes at him. "I, Seth, and Roman are a brand. So whatever affects one of us will affect all of us. Seth knows my deepest, darkest, secrets and I know his. You can trust him or I would never have told him. But he was worried because I never made it to meet them. That is why he showed up and I told him the truth. Please look at me." Claire looked into his eyes and sighed. "I know you are trying to look out for me but I am so tired of being thrown around like a rag doll." "I may be an asshole but I don't beat women, I don't rape them, and the only time I use any force against them is if it's scripted and in the wrestling ring or trying to keep them from doing something stupid. I didn't ask for this burden tonight but I got saddled with it, so if you don't want to go home or to the hospital, here is where you are staying at least for the night. So, do you trust me?"
Claire relaxed in the seat and nodded. She put her purse by the side of the chair. He was still staring at her intensely; his blue eyes seem to darken instantly. "I really wish you would stop doing that." Dean walked off suddenly, leaving Claire confused? "Doing what?" Claire asked but he didn't reply. "Are you hungry? I am famished. Let's order room service." Dean handed her a menu. "What should I stop doing Dean?" He leaned down looked into her eyes. "Biting your lip, it's driving me insane." Claire was even more confused and she caught herself before she indulged in her little nervous tic that for some reason got Dean's attention.