Chapter 9: Passion

For the next week or so, both Amy and Shane managed to keep a low profile back stage. Neither one telling the other about the conversations they had recently had. Shane with Vince and Amy with Adam. But, there was no denying the sexual attraction between them.

If Amy was off talking to the other divas, Shane would stare at her from a distance. If Amy was listening in on a conversation, the mere mention of Shane's name gave her stomach butterflies.

Adam was also quite aware that even though Amy was now keeping her distance from Shane, the feelings were still there. It was almost as if the more the two stayed apart, the more they needed, wanted, each other. Adam hated standing by and watching as Amy withdrew deeper into this crush she had developed, but he had no choice. Amy was so pissed at him after their last conversation, she refused to speak with him on any terms. He would have to sit back and wait. Watch the drama unfold and hopefully at the end of it all, Amy would be left standing and he and she would be together again.

"Hey Amy, want to join us for a drink at Murphy's tonight?" Victoria, another one of Amy's closest friends, had asked.

As Amy turned to Victoria, she noticed Shane walking their way. The nervousness overcame her immediately.

"Uh, I don't know Vicki. Let me think about it." Amy replied, focused more on Shane than the question.

"Okay hon, if you want to go we're leaving in a few."

Amy nodded and smiled as Victoria left. Fixing her hair just slightly, but trying not to make a scene, Amy's smile grew bigger as Shane got closer.

When Shane was close enough, he looked around to make sure no one else was near and then leaned in slowly to kiss Amy on the cheek. Pulling back just slightly, he whispered in her ear.

"I need to see you. Tonight." Shane's words came off as more of a demand than a statement.

Amy blushed a little, laughing to herself in embarrassment but then she noticed the seriousness in Shane's face.

"I don't know Shane, I'm supposed to meet some of the girls for a few drinks." She replied.

"You want a few drinks, I've got the best bourbon, scotch wine, vodka, you name it, in my hotel room." Shane suggested, not taking no for an answer.

Shane then placed a hand on Amy's cheek and ran it through her hair. He knew in his heart that she would not refuse him and he loved having that kind of power over her. Amy on the other hand, felt the same as he did. She wanted to go back to his hotel room just as bad as he did. She wanted to lie in his arms and let him treat her like a queen as he always did. But on the other hand, the guilt she felt for being with someone who was married, and out of her league to begin with, was getting to her. The whole situation felt so surreal, like it was happening but it wasn't. At times, she almost wished Shane never looked in her direction in the first place. She hated sneaking around. With Adam it was different. The two were on the same level: socially, mentally, physically and emotionally. Amy knew exactly where things were headed with him. She knew exactly what he wanted and where he stood on things. With Shane, there was a whole mystery involved. Even though she would have liked to, Amy couldn't help but to erase what Adam had told her. That Shane would never get a divorce for someone like her. Never.

As Shane stood there, arms folded across his chest, waiting for a reply, Amy gave in to the moment.

"The girls won't miss me this one time I guess." She said and gave Shane a half hearted smile.

When Shane and Amy arrived back at Shane's hotel room, Shane showed Amy the couch and made sure she was comfortable. After removing his tie, he went over to the bar and fixed the both of them a drink.

Amy sat uncomfortably on the couch. She couldn't wait to down a drink or two just to shake away the nerves.

When Shane returned with the drinks he sat down close to Amy and immediately they began to kiss. No words, no "How you doing", just lots of tongue twisting.

Finally, Amy pulled away. Catching her breath, there was something she had to ask.

"Shane, before we go any further, where is all this headed? I mean not tonight, but let's say a month from now, a year from now even?"

"I don't know. I'd rather just enjoy what we have now." Shane relied and immediately went in to kiss her some more.

Amy pulled away again.

"Shane, please. I need to know I'm more than just a fuck toy for you. I have a lot more at stake. If something was to happen or things got weird, it's my job at stake, not yours."

Amy said hoping Shane could manage for just a second to stop making out with her and answer the question.

Shane for his part knew exactly what Amy was getting at and understood her concern. He knew in his heart that this relationship would go no further than just sex, but he wanted to make sure Amy realized that she was more than just a "fuck toy" as she had so eloquently put it.

"Amy, I really enjoy being with you. It's more than just sex. You make me feel alive. I can't explain it. I've never been with someone like you before. You are a beautiful woman, inside and out. I mean it"

He then moved closer to her once again, hoping they could pick up where they left off.

"And your wife, what about her, do you love her?" Amy asked.

She knew she risked angering Shane with the question, but it was a risk she was willing to take. She had to know. Shane leaned back on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He was all most exasperated with all the questions.

"I love Marissa. But she can't give me all I need right now. Let's just say she's preoccupied. If you're wanting to know if I'd ever divorce her, the answer's no." Shane replied as delicately as a McMahon could.

Even though Amy heard the words come straight out of Shane's mouth, she almost didn't care. She knew what Adam had told her earlier was true. But being here in Shane's presence as she was: an expensive hotel room, expensive wine, candles lit all around to set the mood, and an extremely good looking millionaire's son; there was no turning back.

Before Amy could respond, Shane descended upon her again. As he entered her mouth once again with his tongue, his hands made quick work of removing her clothes. Even though the bed in the other room was lined with silk sheets, the two never made it to the bedroom. Instead, they made the most of what room the couch had to offer. They were concerned about one thing and one thing only: This moment, this night and the undeniable passion that flowed between them.