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Chapter 4: Ass-Backwards

Jeff looked up from his coffee cup to face me. "Christy?"

"Uh...hi. Didn't recognize you with your hair hidden in a beanie," I laughed nervously. Is it too late to take my food and run? Oh, crap, I don't want to be rude. We work together.

"Yeah. Been a while since I've...seen you."

Can you say 'awkward'? I really, really shouldn't have had sex with him. "So how've you been?"

He smiled a bit. "Better, thanks. My back doesn't hurt so much anymore."

"Good to hear," I said."Um...oh, hell. I'm sorry I left you high and dry that night. I kinda felt weird about...things."

"It's alright, I don't blame you. I guess we were just..."

"Acting on impulse?" I offered.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Um. Settled then. Cookie?"

We shared my large oatmeal cookie and started discussing work over coffee. We'd talked about how I used to work for the WWE, their recent signs of complacency (which, Jeff told me, was the reason why Christian quit), stupid Vince McMahon and his self-indulgence, Joey Styles' big speech, and we were now on the topic of our co-workers at TNA.

"Raven? He's okay," Jeff said. "He and the guys have poker night every Wednesday at our place, but I was never good at cards."

Well, you're certainly good at...Stop that thought, Christy. "How about Jarrett?"

"Hmm. He's very professional. Great businessman, great wrestler, great actor. Just a wee bit intimidating."

"I hear that. You know, I was just thinking that you don't look like a Florida native. Your accent tells me you're from somewhere else, too. Where are you from?"

He smiled as he looked out the window. "I'll always call North Carolina home, but here, I room with Christian. And you?"

"I moved here from Temecula. My apartment's a few blocks down. I'm rooming with my friend, Ashley Massaro. She's a WWE Diva, so she's not around a lot." I drained my cup of espresso.

He accompanied me to my apartment building. "Now that's a sweet ride!" He exclaimed, eyeing my Harley-Davidson with pure admiration. He looked like a little boy who saw something he really liked through a shop window. It was cute.

"Heh, thanks. Three months old. It was the first thing I bought after winning a contract with the WWE."

"Wow, it's yours? Awesome."

I grinned at him. "Wanna take 'er out for a ride?"

In a flash, he literally swept me off my feet and perched me on the edge of the seat of my Harley before climbing on in front of me. "I thought you'd never ask!"

He drove it so fast I had to wrap my arms around his waist and cling on to him for dear life. "Aieeeeeeh!"

"This is amazing!"

"It may be a joyride for you, Jeff, but if you're not careful it's gonna be our last ride!" I screamed into the wind, shutting my eyes. The sound of the roaring motor buzzed through my ears, and my heart was practically beating out of my chest.

It seemed like eons before we finally stopped. Letting out a sigh of relief, I buried my face in his shoulder. "I'm not dead yet?"

"No, ma'am. For your information, I like doing stunts on my motorbikes in my free time. So, uh, sorry about my...recklessness."

I blinked my eyes open and looked up at a beige-colored building towering before us. Jeff climbed off the motorcycle, smoothing my windswept hair back. "What a ride. Woman, I could love you."

Looking down, I blushed and cautiously got off the motorcycle as he looked at the building. "Here's my place," he said.

I decided to accompany him to his apartment. It was clean and white, with sunlight pouring in through the curtains on the large window, and smelled pleasantly of polished oak. A nice, homeycontrast to my wildly colorful room with Ashley. I looked at the pictures on the wall. Jeff's original hair color was blond? Wow. H-o-t.

"I guess I should be going."

"You should? Really?" He stepped closer to me, our faces literally millimeters apart.

"Well, I don't have to," I breathed. He started kissing the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, sending tingles throughout the mess of nerves that I was underneath.

This time, our kiss was intense and urgent. He kissed the way I liked to be kissed: with passion and intensity, hot and wet but not sloppy. His touch sent my temperature soaring. Fearing that my knees would give way soon, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands clasped behind his neck as he carried me to his bedroom and locked the door shut, our bodies entangled the whole time.

I could imagine how weird we must have sounded if someone had heard us from the other side of the door.

"Wait."

"What?"

"You're really sure you want to do it this time?"

"Yes, Jeff, I'm positively sure. Now shut up and kiss me."

"Mmm...oh, shit."

"What now?"

"I don't have any condoms. I used my last one when we..."

"Don't worry, I've got ten in my purse. Now take your goddamn clothes off."

"Okay!"

-o-

Inhaling the warm morning air, Istretched my arms and fell back on the soft, white, pillows. I was in a heaven of white. I felt wonderful. Sated. I faced Jeff and propped myself up on one arm. He had a lazy, sexy smile on his face...the kind that made my loins stir.

"I want you to know, Jeff," I whispered, tracing his jaw with my finger, "that until I met you, I usually didn't...in fact, I have never slept with a man one hour into meeting him."

Jeff had his hands behind his head as he faced the ceiling. He smirked as he eyed me through half-closed eyes. "Yes, I'm sure you like to wait at least two."

I laughed and let my head fall onto his chest. "And I'm always sure to get their name beforehand."

"Well, I do too! Fancy that."

"Actually, I haven't slept with anyone in over a year."

He let out a laugh at this. "Right. Any other revelations? You normally don't have sex until the twentieth date? You like to spend your free time studying in the town library? You're a 24-year-old virgin? Okay, I'll scratch out that last one. You couldn't possibly be a virgin with the way you..."

"A year of celibacy and over a minute of proximity to a man oozing raw sexuality will do that to you," I murmured into his chest as he stroked my hair.

"But...why? A girl like you shouldn't have any trouble finding a guy who was interested in her. I'd think that you'd have to beat them all off with a stick!"

"I just didn't feel like it, I guess. Until I met you." I could feel the warm sunlight enveloping us. "Hey, how long were we at it?"

"You mean all six times cumulatively?"

"Uh-huh." I grabbed his left hand and squinted to read his watch. 11:55am. A brief realization hit me before I could mentally calculate the hours. "Five minutes 'till noon? Holy shit!"

"Huh? Three hours isn't that long..."

"No, I have to meet some people for lunch today!" I rolled off the bed to look for my cellphone, which I found on the floor near the window. I dialed Raven's number as soon as I found it.

"Hey there. Uh, an emergency came up" -I flashed Jeff the finger as he laughed into the pillow- "so I can't meet you guys for lunch. Really sorry, buddy. You can still go, right? Oh, you're already there. I'll pay for it. You will? You're a godsend. And be nice to Ashley. Thanks a million!" Beep.

I climbed back on the bed and straddled him. "One more?" Jeff, who was sleepy just minutes ago, was now wide awake.

He flipped me over, looking down at me with both hands on either side of my head. "This is our seventh time today, right?"

Suddenly, we heard a knock at the door, followed by a male voice. "Hey, Skittles! You there?"

"Oh, shit," Jeff groaned, rolling off me to look for his boxers.

"Who's that?"

"Gimme a sec, Christian," he shouted in the general direction of the door. "It's my roommate. Hide in there," he said softly to me, pointing at the cabinet. I picked up my light blue panties and ran like hell towards the cabinet. Through a tiny slit I could see Jeff shrug on his black shirt and walk out of the bedroom.

I am half-naked in a closet. What's a girl to do? It was completely dark, save for a small ray of sunlight peeking in through the slits in the cabinet doors, illuminating a Metallica t-shirt. A-ha!

"So what're you doing back so early? I though you were at Trish's house," came a Southern drawl I quickly recognized as Jeff's.

"Her parents came home today. Her dad's Greek...self-explanatory. She had to create a diversion as I bolted behind them."

"Right, well, I'm going back to my room."

I could hear the bedroom door open, close, and lock. "Is it safe to come out now?" I asked.

"Yeah." He turned the television on so that Christian wouldn't hear us.

"So...what now?" I coughed, stepping out of the stuffy cabinet.

Jeff eyed me up and down. "Wow. Can you keep the Metallica shirt on the next time we mess around?"

I couldn't help smiling. "So there's a next time?"

"I'd go nuts if there wasn't." He got down on one knee and held my hand in both of his. "Christy Hemme, would you do me the honor of going out to dinner with me next week?"

Cuuute. "I would love to, Jeff."

"Great! Now hang on," he ran to his desk, got a pen, and handed it to me. "Can I get your number?"

"Sure, where do I...?"

"Just write it on the back of my hand."

After scribbling it down, I took off the Metallica shirt and put on my green sweater, skirt, and shoes. "Does this mean I have to break up with my vibrator now?"

"Well, you don't have to choose," he noted suggestively.

I laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Now where do I go?"

We mulled it over for a while, when suddenly our gazes both fell to his white blanket. "Jeff, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Absolutely. The window," he said as he started to tie one end of the blanket around his waist. He threw me the other end, and I climbed out of the window. Thank God they were only on the second floor. With my hands gripping the blanket and my feet securing me to the wall, I kissed Jeff, who had his hands gripping the window frame for stability, one last time.

"This kinda reminds me of high school," Jeff mused. "only I was the one climbing out the window. I'll call you, alright?"

"You'd better!"

I landed on both my feet and waved goodbye. Walking to my Harley, I kept on thinking how weird this situation was. We have sex, then find out each other's names, then he asks me out before asking for my phone number. And I walked him to his door, hid in his cabinet and then escaped out his window.

Is it just me, or is everything going ass-backwards?

A/N: Hey, don't blame her for missing lunch at the Ritz-Carlton.I'd do the same thing if Jeff were in my bed, LOL!So, curious as to what's going to happening between Ashley and Raven? Expect some sparks to fly in the fifth chapter:)