*Paul's POV*

I was on the road for the next few days, but my mind was always with Caitlin. Every time I saw a couple in the street, I smiled, remembering our date. Every time I heard someone teasing Kev, I thought of her. I couldn't get that woman out of my head, no matter how I tried.

"You're thinking about her again," Shawn teased as we sat in the locker room.

"I might give her a call."

"You called her yesterday. Don't force it, you might drive her away."

He was right and I hated him for it. I knew I could rush things and scare her away and that was the total opposite of what I wanted. So I resigned myself to suffering a little longer.

I tried to keep myself busy doing extra training at the gym and hanging out with the guys, and it did start to work. The only time I felt really alone was at nights in my hotel room. The bed seemed very empty with just one person in it. I decided to phone her that night.

"Hello," she said groggily.

"Hey good looking," I replied and I could feel the smile grow on my face. "What are you wearing?"

"Sorry this isn't the sex line." She laughed. "By the way, lace panties."

"Just lace panties? Don't tease me Cait." I laid back and pictured her lying in her bed, the covers clinging to her practically naked body. I knew I would have to take a very long, very cold shower after this call. "Fancy a date tomorrow night?"

"Why don't I cook something here?" She offered. "That way we can both just relax."

"Sounds like a plan," I told her and sighed loudly. "Well baby, you've got me all hot and bothered thinking about your panties, so I'm going to hang up now."

"Okay Paul. And who knows, I might wear even less tomorrow."

I could hear her laughing as I hung up the phone. Damn woman, I thought as I rolled over. Now I definitely won't be getting any sleep tonight.

*Caitlin's POV*

The day after Paul's phone call, I had to do an interview with Vince McMahon. I was so nervous as I drove to Titan Towers I nearly crashed.

He was so friendly during the interview, laughing and joking the whole time. He seemed a complete opposite to the man I saw on television every week.

"So you're the girl that's got Paul loved up?"

The question knocked me completely on my ass. I had no idea that Vince knew anything about me, or my relationship with Paul.

"Umm, Paul and I have been seeing each other, but I'm not sure if he's loved up."

"Don't be modest. In the last week he has been a completely different person. It's great to see him so happy."

I was totally glowing inside. If someone like Mr McMahon was saying all of this, it had to be a good sign.

My interview time was over so I packed up my things and thanked him for his time. He stopped me just as I was walking out the door.

"Miss Masterson. If you ever feel like a career change, let me know. Something about you tells me you'd be far better in front of a camera."

On the way home I picked up some stuff for dinner. I decided to make my specialty: Thai green curry with wild rice. If the way to a man's heart was really through his stomach, Paul would be worshipping the ground I walked on after this meal.

*Paul's POV*

I got to Caitlin's house earlier than expected. She answered the door in her red silk robe.

"Hey," I leaned in and kissed her. "What have you got on under that robe?"

"Down boy," she smirked and pulled back as I tried to have a look. "That's for dessert."

I followed her into her apartment and closed the door, as she dashed into her room to finish getting ready.

"There's wine on the table," she called. "Pour us both a glass."

I sank into her chair and poured the wine. I loved watching the deep red colour swirl in the glass. I took a long drink and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Tired?"

I looked down and saw Caitlin leaning on the doorway to her bedroom. she was wearing a black skirt with splits up each side. My eyes trailed up her body to her tight red top, stopping at her ample breasts.

"Wow." It was all I could say.

She crossed the room and picked up her glass. "Come in the kitchen and keep me company."

I sat on one of her stools and watched Caitlin make dinner. She moved around easily, dancing to the music on her stereo. Everything she did was to the beat, from opening and closing drawers to stirring the food in the pots.

"Mr McMahon offered me a job today."

"Yeah." I was surprised. "What doing?"

Caitlin told me everything that Vince had said to her during the interview. "I don't know about that." I joked. "I'll have to tell all my other women they can't come to the arena anymore."

Caitlin flinched slightly, and I realised I had put my foot in it. She was still very insecure about our relationship.

Shit, I thought to myself as the realisation hit me. This is a relationship.

Smiling inwardly, I stood up and walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck playfully. "You know I was joking, right?"

"Hmm," she murmured. "Sit down, dinner's ready."

*Caitlin's POV*

I sat Paul's plate in front of him and watched his eyes light up.

"This looks so good. I love home cooked food."

I smiled at the compliment, but I was still thinking about his comment from earlier. He could have another woman on the road.

Don't be silly, I told myself. He wouldn't do that.

But part of me was still in doubt.

After we'd eaten, we went back into the lounge and finished the bottle of wine. I leaned in close as he talked, my head resting on his muscular chest.

"Do you want to work on TV?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm a performer."

That was total bullshit. The truth of it was, I was worried that I wasn't pretty enough to be a Diva. I thought I would be totally plain standing next to someone like Stacy Kiebler or Torrie Wilson. And I knew it would have a effect on my relationship with Paul.

"You'd be perfect for it," he reassured me. "And we'd get to spend more time together."

I reached up and kissed his mouth. When we broke apart he gave me his trademark cheeky smile. "So, how about that dessert then?"