You'll have the limousines, again. The finery, the high styles… You'll be in a suite, instead of splitting a room two beds in it. And more important, you'll be on top. You'll have the World Heavyweight title. You'll be the most important guy on this show, and yeah, there's gonna be a bullseye on you, but you won't be alone. We'll have your back. You already know that Randy's good back-up. I'm good back-up.

Since the night before, Trish had been trying to find the perfect way to spill everything to Dave, and no matter what she came up with, nothing sounded right. She was almost positive that he would say yes, that he would join up with them and go for the gold in the best way possible. Before, there had been some hesitation, but now… He'd said it himself. He was ready for whatever she had, and he knew she was plotting something. If he were as smart as she thought he was, he had figured out the plan. If he were as smart as she thought he was, they really should have just asked him flat out in the first place.

We're taking over, Dave. Plain and simple. Shane and Stephanie have a plan-- No, we have a plan because I helped come up with it. By SummerSlam, everyone will be under our thumbs. We're taking over every title, every position of power, and we want you at the helm. We want you to be the man that leads our regime into the new era of wrestling. We want you to run the McMahon machine that's going to bowl this place over.

Again, she wasn't sure just how to go forward with it. She just knew that, after the previous night, she had to do it. Her libidio couldn't take the resistance anymore. She couldn't take his eyes staring at her. Hell, she could barely take his hand brushing against her as they walked down to the ring. There were only so many times that she could push away from a kiss or shove him out of the bed. This had to be done before her last bit of resolve broke, otherwise, she'd never know if it were her body that made him agree… or just her.

I know we should have asked you straight out, but sometimes, McMahons can be hard-headed. They don't always want to listen, and I told them, Dave. I told them that you were a man with fire. That you wanted things and that you would take them when it was offered. They figured you were too far gone to the side of righteous indignation, but I knew better. Even before I really knew who you were, I could tell that you weren't there. You were straddling the fence, and all you needed was a tug in either direction. No one on the other side had come to get you, so we could move in. It wasn't manipulation as much as feeling you out, making sure that you wanted us as much as we wanted you.

The hell with the we, Trish wanted him. She wanted him so much it made her stomach churn. There were a million things she could have said to him, but none would truly explain as much as an out and out spill of everything racing through her head. Of course, that would have taken hours and in the end, it was completely possible that she would say it wrong and he would walk away. There was no way she could go back to Shane and Stephanie as a failure. More than that, there was no way she could let Dave Batista just walk away from her.

Trish looked around the room and sighed. Their bags were packed, and in about an hour, they would be on their way to Chicago. Her eyes turned towards the door as the sound of the shower running stopped and her body instantly clamped with fear. She knew that Dave would walk out of the bathroom in a towel and she knew that it would make her stomach jump to her throat. Trish almost thought that he was doing this on purpose. For the past few weeks, he'd been coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Usually, unlike the night before, he would take his clothes and go back in the room, but now… He was a man frustrated, a man who wanted something, and he'd shown last night that he was going to tempt the hell out of her until she broke.

"He's an evil, evil man," she muttered, shaking her head. The bathroom door opened and she could feel the heat rushing up her neck. The grin that Dave tossed her before moving farther into the room only made her skin glow even more red. He was doing this on purpose, and she wondered just how long it would be before he just stripped down in front of her and let her see every inch of what her protests were making her miss. "I, uh, I gotta get in the shower so we can go."

"I might have used all the hot water." Dave walked to her so slowly that Trish thought she could actually see the air move around him as he pushed himself forward. He was coming towards her and she was trapped. The door was to the left, a table to the right. He'd get her by the time she got the door opened and then she'd be screwed… and she wasn't sure if it was the screw that she actually wanted.

Trish gulped. "Then, um, I'll just have to stand here for a minute and wait."

"Exactly." He finally stopped in front of her, so close that Trish thought if she inhaled too hard, she would suck the water right from his chest. Dave reached out and put his hands flat against the wall. Trish could have ducked under him, but she was too enraptured by his chest being that wet, that close to her.

She gulped. "Dave…"

"Tell me somethin', Trish." He moved in closer to her. His close-cropped hair was still wet and beads of water fell onto Trish's head as she tried to focus on the floor. The drops forced her head up and she blinked rapidly. "What was it that stopped you from going on last night?" Her head dropped and he pulled back on one side. His hand went to her chin and he pushed her head back up to him. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Dave." She sighed. It was hard enough for her to think about. To actually say it out loud would be torture. Of course, standing there with him touching her while he wore only a towel and she was still dressed in her pajamas was torture in and of itself. "It's hard to say."

"Tell me, Trish."

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was so close that she could actually watch her breath dry a spot on his chest. "I did something, Dave. I mean, I wanted to do something and I was supposed to do something, but I can't because that's not how I want to do it."

"Do what?"

"Get you to our side," she said with a heavy sigh.

Dave pulled away from her, then took a step backward. Trish closed her eyes and waited for him to pull back farther, but his shadow didn't move. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at him. His face was no longer a mask of ravenous temptation. He was in thought, and his eyes were heavy. After a few minutes, he said, "Your side as in the McMahon side."

"Yeah," she said breathily.

"Orton and Keibler's side."

"Yeah."

"That first night, when you asked me what I would do to get gold…"

"This is what I was talking about." Trish sighed, and then opened her mouth and let it spill. "I know what people think about me, because when I'm bad, I'm really good at being bad, and I've made it known that I'll do anything to get what I want. But, I didn't even want to go this route. I wanted to be upfront with you, but Stephanie and Shane… they're McMahons and they have their way of doing things. So, if I had to do this, and I did, then I would do it my way. So I won't kiss you and I won't sleep with you because I don't want that to be the reason you went along with this. I want you to go along with it because you really want it, because you believe in what we're doing. We're taking over, Dave, and we want you to be at the helm. We want you as our World Champion, and sweet Jesus, I want your body more than anything else right now."

Trish let her entire body droop and if she wasn't leaning against the wall, she'd have fallen right on her face. It was exhausting to say all of that, and she'd done it in as few breaths as possible. But, he needed to know. He needed to know that she didn't want to trick him, and more than that, she didn't want to seduce him into it. She wanted him to really want this. She already knew he wanted her, but did he really want THIS. The whole thing. He'd said the whole kit and kaboodle, but she had to be sure.

Dave moved back to her. His arms once again imprisoned her. His hands pressed flat against the wall. He moved in closer to her, until the heat from his forehead made her own head sweat. A smile played on his lips and his voice was low as he said, "I knew it."

Trish blinked up at him in confusion. "You…" She gulped. "You knew?"

"I had my suspicions." He shrugged and his head bobbed to the side. "I'm not stupid. You were expecting Keibler when you lost your title. I could tell. And that means that you're just going to get it back at WrestleMania. Orton just happening to hit Angle instead of me at the Rumble was a little too convenient. It's also too convenient that for him to have such a problem with me, he spends more time fighting Hunter. It's also too convenient that a certain WWE legend has been spotted talking to Stephanie McMahon way too much."

"Dave, I… I told them we couldn't trick you. I told them you'd know, but I couldn't just say no. I mean, I was part of the whole plan and I wasn't going to let them kick me out of something that I partially came up with."

"I made up my mind when I first figured it out. Well, when I thought I figured it out."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I did."

"And what did you decide?"

"That I want everything you're offering me, Trish."

"Everything?"

Dave smirked. He leaned down and she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, though, his head moved to the side and he blew against her ear. He whispered, "Everything."

"You're not doing this just to have sex with me?"

"I'm doing this for that title. I deserve it. I deserve every, single thing that you're offering me, and I made up my mind weeks ago that if what I thought was going on was right, then I'd accept when it finally came out."

Trish blinked, then took in a deep breath. Her head turned to the side and she saw her cellular sitting on the table. Releasing a shaky breath, she ducked down under Dave's arm to grab it, then stood back up. She flipped the phone open and hit the speed dial. When the other line picked up, she gulped hard and said, "Shane, it's done. See you in Chicago."

Trish turned off the phone and let it drop from her hands. She looked up at Dave and her bottom lip trembled. A wave of relief washed over her. Granted, she had no idea what would happen when all of the conspirators were together and the entire plan was laid out before him, but at that moment, none of it mattered. All that mattered was that Dave Batista was on her side and she'd gotten him there without any sexual favors. She didn't have to worry about her reputation or anything of the like. All she had to do was take what was standing before her, because as much as he was accepting, she was definitely still offering.

With no more thought, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Trish pulled Dave down to her and as she kissed him, his arms fell. His hands rested on her waist and he lifted her. Trish wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tighter. Dave pushed her hard up against the wall and pressed his body against her. He pulled back for a moment and smirked at her. Breathlessly, he said, "I thought you had to take a shower."

"I do. And you're gonna need one, too, so we might as well do what we've both been needing to do, and take the shower later."

Dave laughed, then bent forward. He ran his tongue along her collarbone and Trish inhaled sharply. He pulled back and said, "Or, we can kill two birds with one stone." He turned, and crossed the room. The bathroom door closed behind them, the shower started to run again, and Trish thought, checkout was just going to have to wait.