"Well?" Dave asked. "Are you going to tell me?"

Trish had to make a quick decision. If she told Dave what was really on her mind, that would kill the evening and she really didn't want to end everything on a bad note. But what she was going to suggest was not better for her heart.

"I decided that we should probably start seeing each other twice a month." She lied.

"Sounds good." Dave kissed her forehead. "Now you should get some rest. You're going to need it in about 20 minutes." He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Trish laid on Dave's chest. She wanted to break off the affair with him but she just couldn't. Granted, she could get anyone to give her a nice fucking. Sure, she could be close to any man she wanted. But Dave was different. And she knew he felt the same. As she drifted off to her little quick nap, she briefly thought of how the arrangement came to be…

It was February 2005. Trish was still riding high on the success of Confessions of a Diva. It has sold over eight million copies to date and she has won a plethora of awards. She decided that she was going to be bold and release another album this year. While many people thought Trish was doing a career-suicide move, she knew what was in her best interest. And her best interest was getting the hell out of her contract with Columbia Records. The album was finished and ready for release for a tentative late March release date. She played the album for many friends and they all agreed that it was one of her best albums to date. One person was particularly happy.

"I'm just glad you're not dragging my name through the mud this time." Jeff commented over the phone.

Trish rolled her eyes. I'm going to let that one slide. "So do you have a favorite song?"

"I love all of your music, Trish. You know this." Jeff said.

"I'm glad you said that, Jeff. That means a lot to me."

"So when do you feel the urge to come back to Cameron? We miss you around here."

"Including your little girlfriend?" Trish smirked.

"Debbie doesn't have a problem with us being friends, Trish." Jeff said.

I'm so sure. An incoming call was coming in on Trish's cell phone. She noticed it was Stephanie on the other line. "Listen, I need to go now. I'll call you later tonight."

"Take care, Trish. I love you." Jeff said.

Trish felt her heart dropped. He told her those three little words except now he was saying that to her as a friend.

"I love you, too, Jeff." Trish said as she clicked over to Stephanie. "What's up, girlie?"

"I know something you don't know." Stephanie teased.

"Oh?"

"Yep."

Trish briefly had a confused look on her face. "How much longer do you want to torture me like this?"

"Oh, you're no fun. One of the wrestlers has a crush on you."

Trish briefly thought about the roster of wrestlers. "Randy, correct?"

"Yes, but that's not the one I'm referring to."

"Steph, there are 60 wrestlers. Narrow it down for me."

"Well, you already met him."

"And once again, there are 60 wrestlers." Trish rolled her eyes.

"When are you going to visit me? I'm sure he'll like to tell you in person."

Trish pulled out her planner. She only had two weeks to spare until she went on a promotional blitz.

"I can do the next couple weeks."

"Great! I'll make the other arrangements for you. I'm sure the wrestler can't wait to see you again!" Stephanie said as she hung up.

Trish took off her headset and stared at the ceiling. That's exactly what I need…to be in relationship with another wrestler.

A couple days later, Trish—with her personal assistant, Jen, in tow—flew to Houston, Texas for the Raw taping. As she gathered her luggage, her and Jen went over the gameplan, so to speak.

"Now, I don't want you to embarrass me. So only sleep with one wrestler this time." Trish teased.

"You said Randy is a ho, right? Well, then, that's all I need!" Jen laughed.

Trish rolled her eyes. "Are you still sharing the suite with me?"

"Yes. Why?" Jen asked.

"Nothing. I might need to buy some earplugs, that's all." Trish grimaced.

"Funny." Jen said.

Once Jen and Trish had settled into their hotel suite, Trish called Stephanie to let her know that she had arrived safely in Houston. She barely got off the phone when there was a knock on her door.

"Good evening, Trish." Dave said as he gave Trish a peck on her cheek.

Trish smiled. "It's you, isn't it?"

"Come again?" Dave asked.

"Stephanie told me that a wrestler has a crush on me and I'm trying to figure out who it is."

"Oh…"Dave pretended to be in deep thought. "You know, Orton has a thing for you."

"Well, she said it wasn't Orton. We all know how he feels about me. He can't wait to sleep with me. That's not going to happen." Trish said.

"Why not?"

"I know where he's been and I don't want any diseases." Trish said.

"Ouch. A little harsh, aren't we?" Dave commented.

"Maybe. So what brings this visit? I know you're not just saying hello."

"I was wondering if you could sign some autographs for me and some friends of mine? They still don't believe me that I know you."

"Sure! Just let me know what I need to sign and what to say." Trish said.

"Well, in that case…" Dave left Trish's room and came back with a duffle bag full of items. "…All of this."

Trish stared down at the duffle bag. She knew she was going to be occupied for at least an hour. "Alrighty, then. Let's get started."

Over the hour, Dave and Trish started to get to know each other a little better. She told Dave a little about how she was inspired to get into singing while he shared some wrestling stories with her. Although they briefly knew each other from the past several years when she was with Jeff, tonight was the first time they actually had a full conversation with each other.

"So how long have you been married?" Trish asked.

"Six years." Dave glanced down at his wedding band. "Six interesting years."

"Interesting?" She asked.

"Well, Tina and I met when I was still bouncing in D.C. She used to visit this club called Seduction and she would go there about once or twice a month with her girlfriends. We would say hi and be friendly but nothing more than that, you know? Believe it or not, I'm actually quite reserved so I didn't want to come off like an asshole to her. After a couple months of just being nice, I figured, 'I have nothing to lose so why not?' and I asked her out."

"That's cool." Trish smiled.

"Yeah, so I asked her out and we hit it off right away. We were married two months later. I decided to pursue professional wrestling and I got the call to OVW and she followed me. She had quite a bit of money saved up from her business…"

"Her business?" Trish asked.

"She owns a chain of Italian restaurants."

"Oh, that's cool."

"Yeah, so she followed me and supported me. It wasn't all fun, though. We almost divorced because the strain and stress of the business. It's hard when you have a family and you only see them for few days a month. But she became pregnant with Aleesia and things just fell into place."

"That's awesome, Dave. You should be proud. Your wife and daughter are very beautiful." Trish complimented.

Dave looked over at Trish and smiled. "They are."

Trish noticed Dave's heartwarming smile. It really brought out his brown eyes. But you're married.

"So what about you? Any special men in your life?"

"None. Well, one." Trish said.

"Oh? Who is it? Anyone I know?" Dave asked.

"I doubt it. He's usually wrapped in a towel and strategically placed in my suitcase." Trish hinted.

Dave thought about what Trish said for a minute. He laughed when he realized what she was referring to. "Gotcha."

"Yeah. That's all the company I need right about now."

"And what about Hardy? Are you guys still talking?"

Trish shrugged. "We're trying to be friendly and civil but it's a little hard. There are a lot of unresolved issues and he's trying his damnest not to resolve them."

"So why were you with him for so long if you were so unhappy?" Dave asked.

"You know how when you're with someone and no matter how wrong the relationship is, you still believe in that person? That's how it was with Jeff. And he wasn't a total waste. He always believed in me when I doubted myself. He was—and still is—very honest with me. He never sugarcoated anything. But we were just…" Trish paused. "…too different."

"I didn't know he was even your type." Dave said.

"Well, what did you think my type was?" Trish was curious.

"Well, I don't know…definitely not Hardy." Dave said.

"You want to know what my type is?" She asked.

"Sure. Who turns you on?" Dave asked.

"You do." Trish looked in his eyes.

Dave felt like he was in a surreal moment. He was in a hotel bedroom suite with one of the world's most popular entertainers and she just told him—in not so many words—that she would love to sleep with him. I must be dreaming.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

"Dave, you're hot. It would be impossible not to be attracted to you." Trish admitted.

"Well, the feeling is the same. I guess you can say now you know who has the crush on you." Dave also admitted.

Trish immediately felt uncomfortable. Two people who had a mutual feeling of want for each other couldn't act on it. "I'm going to head to the kitchen and eat some ice cream." She quickly left the bedroom.

Dave followed Trish into the kitchen. He saw her eating an ice cream sundae on top of the kitchen counter. Dave stood by the entryway and watched her. "Are you supposed to eat that?" He teased.

"I work out five times a week for two hours a day. I think I can afford this." Trish smiled as she licked her spoon.

Dave couldn't help but to watch Trish. She was in a white tank top and some barely-there short shorts. She was in very little make-up and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. And the way she was eating her ice cream sundae suggested that she wasn't just hungry for ice cream. If Dave thought he wasn't paying too much attention, he was dead-wrong. Trish caught onto his eyes like a crazed fan stalking a celebrity.

"Did you want some of this?" Trish asked.

Dave walked over to Trish and stood in-between her legs. "Were you referring to the ice cream?"

Trish licked her lips and grabbed another spoonful of ice cream. She placed the spoon by Dave's lips. "Maybe."

Dave took a bite of the sundae and grabbed the bowl from Trish. He was leaning against her and began to feed her some ice cream. "Well, we're just going have to find out what's really on your mind, aren't we?"

Dave was leaning against Trish's chest and they both could feel each other's heartbeat. If there was such a thing as sexual tension, Trish and Dave were definitely feeling it. She was eager to sample his kissing and he was just as willing to let her. Just as they were about to kiss each other, they were distracted.