Chapter 7
Once they arrived at the hotel, Trish took full advantage of the Jacuzzi bathtub that was in the Suite that her and Dave would be sharing for the evening. A hot bath was exactly what she needed to loosen up her tight muscles and let all of the activities of the day escape her mind and body.
After the tub was filled with water and she sprinkled her favorite scent of lavender in, she stepped inside the bath, sinking into the warm liquid and letting out a huge sigh. She had turned off all the lights and placed some scented candles haphazardly around the edges of the tub.
"Ah this is the life", she said to no one in particular as she slid further down into the water.
She grabbed a loofah sponge and began to wash her body while her mind wandered to Dave and all that he had done for her over the past couple of weeks, specifically this evening. He truly was a special guy that she would definitely love getting to know better. She still was unsure of his intentions but for once she actually felt safe being alone with a man.
While Trish was bathing, Dave decided to have a bottle of Cristal sent up to the room to celebrate his victory and more importantly, Trish's escape from the "Creepy Little Bastard". He wanted her to enjoy herself and forget all about her problems for at least one night.
He knew that Trish's issues wouldn't just go away overnight and he had a sneaky suspicion that they hadn't heard the last of Christian. It was way too easy to get her away from him and that is what scared Dave. It wasn't that Dave was afraid of Christian, hell he wasn't afraid of anybody. He was afraid of the power that Christian had over her and what he would or wouldn't do to get her back. He was holding something over Trish's head and he wouldn't put it past him to try and use that against her in the future.
About a half hour had passed by and Trish still remained in the bathroom. Dave was getting a little worried because it had been extremely quiet in there so he decided that he was going to go and check things out. He didn't want to intrude on her private time but his concern for her safety won out.
Dave knocked on the door a couple of times but didn't get an answer.
"Trish?" "Are you alright honey," he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Again, he got no answer. In the frame of mind that Trish had been in lately, his first thought was that she did something to hurt herself. Although he didn't know anyone that actually committed suicide or even attempted it, he knew a lot about it. Some men and women would fall into a deep state of depression and they feel that there is no other way out. They feel hopeless and feel that taking their own life is the only way to stop the pain. He didn't know Trish well enough yet to know if she was capable of doing something like that but he didn't want to take that chance.
Dave tried to open the door but of course it was locked. He banged on the door violently, practically knocking the door off of its hinges, not aware of his own strength.
Trish was startled by the loud noise, waking her from her slumber. She was more tired than she had realized. Again he pounded his fists into the door trying to get her attention.
"Trish, open up honey."
Trish stepped out of the tub, wrapping her robe around her, not bothering to dry off. The way his voice wavered when he called her name made her grow extremely worried. Something was wrong. She ran over to the door quickly so he wouldn't hit it again. She had never seen him act like this before.
When she opened up the door, Dave quickly grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.
"Oh Thank God you are okay," he said, relief washing over him as he hugged her protectively. "You had me scared to death."
Trish wasn't sure why he was acting this way but she definitely had to admit that it felt good to have someone care about her so deeply. She had no idea what brought it all on. It wasn't as if she was missing in action or anything.
"Dave, I was just taking a bath and I guess I fell asleep," she explained. "I didn't mean to worry you."
Dave wiped the sweat from his brow that had formed when he had started to panic. He wasn't sure what came over him. He had never felt so out of control before.
"I am sorry Trish." "I really don't know what happened," he stated, confusion written all over his face. "I just began to think the worst when you wouldn't answer me and, and, well, I just don't know."
Trish ran her hands up and down his back in a soothing motion, her body pressed against his tightly. She did her best to put him at ease but he was anything but. Trish was blissfully unaware of the power that she had over him. One simple touch from her and he was losing all train of thought. This woman was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of. One touch was all that it took to calm him down. It was completely baffling to him. He just accepted it for what it was. There really was no use trying to figure it out.
Dave had to back away before he did something that he would regret. He was finding it harder and harder to fight the intense feelings he was beginning to have for her and the last thing she needed right now was another man in her life. He had to keep his distance from her. He knew it would be a hard task considering he was going to be around her practically 24/7.
Realizing that she was standing in front of Dave in just a tiny robe, a slight blush arose. She might as well have been naked for the thin material had clung to her wet and very naked body, exposing her to him completely.
Dave found it hard to breath let alone speak. Although she had no makeup on and her hair was haphazardly thrown up into a bun on the top of her head, she was the most beautiful woman that he every laid eyes upon. She was simply breathtaking. He hadn't meant to stare so long but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Her nipples had hardened from the cool air in the room and they were poking out at attention, begging for him to touch them.
Trish bit on her lip nervously, becoming a bit uncomfortable from the way he was staring at her. She knew that he was checking her body out from head to toe. She had a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach and she began to fidget a bit. His gaze was wanton and needy and he was affecting her on so many levels.
It wasn't that she didn't like how he was making her feel because being with a man like Dave would make her forget all about her horrendous past. But she couldn't do that to him. Their relationship had to remain strictly platonic. She knew it would be next to impossible to do but he was too good of a person to have to deal with the likes of her. She knew that she would easily fall in love with him and then that love would be shattered. She couldn't risk it.
"I um," she started nervously. "I am going to go and get ready for bed."
Bed, that's right. He was going to have to suffer through the night by having her warm body pressed up against his all night. He closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. He had to stop thinking about her like that. He was starting to get pissed at himself. She was not ready for another relationship but no matter how many times he told himself that, his body had other intentions.
When he opened his eyes again he could see that she was waiting for him to acknowledge that he had heard what she said. He felt like an idiot and could only imagine what she was thinking.
"Okay…okay Trish, he stammered. "I will see you when you get out then."
Before Trish could question him, he turned on his heel leaving her to think about what had just happened.
Ten minutes later Trish joined Dave in the living room fully recharged. The twenty-minute powernap that she had in the bath really did her wonders. She was ready to party it up. She tried lightening the mood a bit by jumping on top of Dave, tickling his sides but he quickly gained control, pinning her beneath him.
"Now what are you going to do," he teased as he ran his fingers under her shirt and up her sides lightly, giving her the chills. That familiar feeling began to form again in the pit of her stomach as he worked his hands over her body. The playful mood quickly turned intense as their eyes locked.
Dave immediately let her up, not wanting to end up back to where they were earlier. Everything that they did only managed to make him want her more. He had to think of something to do that would keep his mind off of kissing her.
Trish poured herself a glass of champagne, trying to get what just happened, out of her mind. No matter how hard she fought it, he was reeling her in without even knowing it.
Finally Dave thought of something that would get their minds off of each other. He had totally forgotten about all of the DVD's that he had in his gym bag. He would take them on long road trips and watch them on his laptop when he got bored. He quickly sorted through them and pulled out one he knew Trish would love, holding it up in the air.
"Feel like watching a movie," he asked, with a huge grin.
"Oh My God," Trish screamed excitedly. "You have Dumb and Dumber? This is my favorite movie of all-time. I love Jim Carrey. I cannot believe you actually like this movie."
Dave had heard around the locker room from random people how much Trish loved Jim Carrey and he just so happened to love his movies too. He practically knew this one word for word. When he used to travel with Randy in the past, they would joke around acting out some scenes from the movie.
Dave chuckled thinking about the good times that they had. Lately though, Randy hadn't been himself. Dave couldn't put his finger on it but something was definitely wrong with him. Maybe it was his relationship with Stacy, he wasn't sure but something was up his ass. He had been lashing out at everyone, even Hunter.
Trish eyed Dave warily wondering why his demeanor changed so abruptly. Something was definitely bothering him and she was going to find out what it was.
"What's wrong Dave," her voice laced with concern. "You can tell me anything," she said reassuringly, resting her hand on his shoulder for support.
"I just don't know Trish," he replied honestly. "I really think there are some serious issues going on with Randy and I am deciding whether or not I should call him on it. I mean what if I am way off with my assumptions?"
Trish could see it in his eyes how worried he was for his friend. Just getting to know him recently, she knew that Dave would do anything for those he held close to his heart.
"Well I don't know Randy all that well Dave but if you guys are as close as I think you two are, I would just come right out and ask him. At least that is what I would do if I had a close friendship like the two of you do. If Lita and I were still friends and she was not acting like herself, I would definitely call her on it."
Dave knew that Trish was right. He would confront Randy the moment he saw him entering the arena on Friday.
"Well, what do you say we get to watching this movie before we are both too tired to even keep our eyes opened?"
"You betcha big guy," Trish responded playfully, punching him in the arm teasingly. Trish was really enjoying herself immensely. Just the simple things in life seemed to always put a smile on her face. Of course just being around a man like Dave would put a smile on any women's face. He definitely had a positive effect on her.
Dave put the movie into the DVD player and sat back down on the couch. He opened up his arms for Trish to enter them. Accepting the invitation Trish snuggled tightly into him, resting her head on his ample chest.
About an hour into the movie, Trish had begun to dose off. Dave would sneak a peek at her every now and then and her eyes would flutter open for a moment then she would slowly fade off again. She was so adorable when she slept, he thought.
Once he was satisfied that she was not coming back to the world of the living, he clicked the movie off and gently picked her up, trying not to jostle her too much. He didn't want to wake her. She had a really busy day and he knew that things would look brighter in the morning. He easily carried her tiny form into the bedroom.
He pulled back the covers and set her down on the bed tenderly. He untied her shoes and slipped them off of her feet before covering her with the blanket. He watched as her breathing evened out and he knew that she was off into a deep sleep once again.
"Goodnight my sweet diva," he whispered before kissing her softly on her forehead. "Sweet dreams."
He watched her for a few more minutes taking in her beauty. She had to be the most beautiful woman that he ever laid eyes on. He really couldn't understand for the life of him why anyone would want to hurt her. Anytime he looked into her eyes his heart would melt. He would give her the world if he could.
Dave knew at that moment in time, while watching her sleep, there was no way he was going to be able to remain her friend. He thought he could fight it but the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to kiss her and hold her in his arms. He could feel the connection between them growing and he hoped that if and when the time was right, she would give herself fully to him. However, he was not about to force her into anything. He refused to be like every other man in her life. He made a vow to himself that he would do what was right by Trish no matter what.
As Dave exited the room he gave one last glance towards her sleeping form, almost as if she would fade away if he didn't watch her every second. If anything happened to her while she was in his care he would never forgive himself. He knew he was probably being overprotective but he was going to have to watch her like a hawk when Christian was around.
Finally, Dave headed back into the living room to clean up before retiring for the night himself.