Later that night…

As Trish seduced Dave with the song, his eyes were speaking loud and clear to her. If Trish felt that she needed Dave, he was definitely reciprocating the feeling. The other wrestlers thought Dave was the man for having Trish "choose" him. But Dave knew there was more. It was just a matter of convincing Trish the same. After the dance, Trish decided that it was time for her to go back to the hotel and take her third cold shower of the day. While Trish felt like she was getting the "last laugh" by teasing Dave, it didn't help what it was doing to her increasingly want.

"Remind me that the next time I want to tease a guy, I should pick one that's not married." Trish complained to Jen.

"I don't see what the problem is, Trish. He's obviously not faithful. No man who is faithful to his wife acts that way." Jen explained.

"But I respect marriage, Jen and I've done enough." Trish said as she pulled out the room key.

Jen stepped inside the hotel suite. "I say you should go for it."

"And I say it's time for me to go to bed." Trish smiled.

"Trish, think about it. How often do you have a hot-ass guy seduce you like that?"

Trish gave Jen a smirk. "Okay…let me rephrase it."

"Good night, Jen." Trish then retired to her room.

Meanwhile at Dave's hotel room…

"What time did you want to head to the gym tomorrow?" Paul asked.

"I don't know. I say around eight? Does that work?" Dave replied.

"Sounds good." Paul got up and began to leave until he turned around. "Say, what's up with you and the diva?"

"Trish? Nothing." And I'm suffering from a serious case of blue balls because of it.

"Are you sure it's nothing? It sure in the hell didn't look like nothing when she was singing that song to you."

"Oh that?" Dave feigned interest.

"Oh that? Please! It's obvious that she wants you, man."

"Well, nothing is happening. She knows about Tina."

"And when has that stopped you from fucking a bitch?" Paul chuckled.

"Funny."

"Well, I'm going to head upstairs and take care of the wifey. I'll see you tomorrow morning." Paul said.

"Alright, see you later."

Dave laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. While he tried to go to bed, he couldn't get his mind off Trish. She was so beautiful, so enticing, and he wanted her. And he knew she wanted him too. No woman does something like that and not feel anything for someone? But he needed to clear his mind and snap back into reality. And what better way to do that than to call home.

"Hey baby!" Tina beamed over the phone.

"How are you, honey?"

"I'm doing well. How is everything? Are you getting enough rest?"

"Trying to. Because I'm going after the belt now, I'll be doing some more promotional appearances and interviews."

"Dave, I barely see you enough as it is." Tina complained.

"I know, baby, but it's only temporary. I'll have a few days off next week when I'll be home."

"Good. Alessia misses you. She's always asking when you're going to be home."

"Tell her I'll be home soon and I'll read a bedtime story to her." Suddenly there was a knock on Dave's door. He stayed on his cell phone as he went to go answer it.

"She loves how you do the voices. She's always saying that I don't do them quite well like Daddy." Tina giggled.

Dave opened his door and saw Trish standing in front of him. She was still in her low-slung jeans and half-tank top from earlier. She was smiling. She is going to give me the worst case of blue balls, Dave thought.

"Can I come in?" She mouthed.

"Well, I miss doing the voices as well." Dave beckoned Trish inside his room. "And I can't wait to see the two of you again."

Trish sat down on Dave's bed and listened to the conversation he was having. If she was feeling a little guilty about the seduction, it was now ten-fold. Fuck, I can't break up a family.

"Hey baby, I need to retire now. But I'll call you first thing in the morning." Dave said.

"Okay, baby. I love you." Tina said.

"I love you, too." Dave hung up.

"How are Tina and Alessia?"

" They're doing well. Alessia misses me reading to her at night." Dave smiled.

"Aww, how cute." Trish said. "Um, about what happened earlier…"

"Mm hmm?"

"I got a little carried away. I didn't mean to put so much focus on you."

"I didn't mind that. I bet Adam did, though." Dave chuckled.

Trish rolled her eyes. "Whatever. He's not my type, anyways. I already know what I want." She then glanced over at Dave.

And once again, there was the awkwardness between the two of them. It was still winter but it was definitely hotter than a Palm Springs day in the hotel room. And Dave and Trish were feeling the heat.

"Um, I should probably be heading back to my suite now." Trish got up and began walking to door.

Dave got up and followed Trish. "Thank you for coming over."

Trish looked at Dave. Her breathing became a little heavy as she tried to speak. Her voice only came out to a whisper. "You're welcome."

As Trish opened the door, she was standing too close and she moved backwards so she open the door all the way. It was then that she bumped into Dave, who was standing right behind her. She turned around and their eyes locked on one another.

"Dave…" Trish breathed.

"Yes?"

"Um, good night." Trish said.

"Good night." Dave whispered.

Oh, who am I fooling? "Dave, I can't do this anymore. Something has to give."

Dave then leaned down and whispered in Trish's ear. "I've been thinking…"

"Yes?"

"We have a lot of fun together. And I think you and I can agree that there is definitely some sexual tension between us."

Just a smidge. "Go on."

"I would like to get to know you better, Trish." Dave held one of her hands.

Trish looked down at Dave's hand. She knew exactly what that little gesture meant. "Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" Trish questioned.

Dave once again brushed his lips against Trish's earlobe. "What do you think I'm asking you?"

Trish slightly squirmed at the desire that Dave was creating in her. She never felt like she wanted someone so bad in her life. The way he would tease her with hardly any movement drove her nuts. She loved every minute of it and secretly craved more. As she tried to regain her composure, Trish barely spoke as she locked onto Dave's eyes. "It sounds like you're asking me to be your mistress."

Dave did not say a single word. His eyes told Trish everything she needed to hear.