Finishing the last of her double stuf Oreo cookies and milk, Rae headed to her bedroom. She had to admit that her two bedroom apartment was pretty nice. She converted one bedroom into a study area and focused much of her time working on posters, DVD covers, and television books for the company. She had dual walk-in closets, a fireplace and a balcony that gave an amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean. She had to admit that working for Vince wasn't that bad.

Her hours were grueling, often working 12-16 hour days. Rae always got a kick when the wrestlers would sometimes complain that they only get two days off during the week. Hell, if only she would be that lucky. Vince was known to work the WWE employees nonstop around the clock. How good you were at your job didn't matter as long as you could keep up with his demands. Vince was known for breaking people before the first thirty days were up.

As Rae entered the dark room and slipped under the covers, she was greeted by a sleepy Dave. "I can move to the other bedroom if you like."

"Meh. You're here. There's no point." She yawned.

Dave re-positioned himself and Rae laid on his chest while he caressed her back. Sometimes after watching a movie or being up all night talking about whatever, they would fall asleep in that position. Dave told her that he always felt the need to protect her and she never complained. That is, until the next morning when she was slapped with his morning breath.

"How long were you planning to stay?" She asked.

"Until I can get a place of my own." He yawned back. "I don't know how long that'll be, though."

Rae rubbed his bare chest and Dave slightly moaned at the touch. She had to check her feelings from wanting to straddle him right then and there. "You can stay as long as you need to."

"Thanks, Rae. I appreciate it. I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. I know what people are going to say about us, about you."

"Yeah, I know. But if anyone knows the truth about our relationship, they know that I'll never fuck you."

Dave rubbed her back. "You're so mean to me."

"And you deserve it." She nodded.

Dave turned over slightly and faced his best friend. Still feeling tired, his eyes remained closed as he caressed her face with his free hand. Their bodies were pressed against each other and their lips were touching. "You've been moisturizing."

If Rae decided she wouldn't take advantage of Dave, she was dying for him to take advantage of her. She was in unbearable heat. Dave was in her bed, naked from the waist up. His skin was so soft and so smooth, she could hold him for hours. His arms were big and protective. His thighs were sculpted to perfection.

And his upper torso just made her want to lick him all over. And plus the fact that she damn near naked herself didn't help matters. She was barely wearing a white tee that covered her ample breasts and boxers that hugged her perfectly rounded ass. And this motherfucker wants to talk about my moisturizer? "I have."

"I like."

Rae went from being undeniably horny to just plain frustrated. Dave had to have known what he was doing to her. After all of the women he has been with, he had to have known that his slight touch, feel, and caress would drive a woman fucking insane. Rae could remember a time where she practically heard a woman screaming for her life because Dave was giving it to her hard. And how she was secretly jealous it wasn't her.

And tonight, Dave didn't make one move on her. And he could feel that she was barely wearing any clothing. Bullshit! "I'm not going to kiss you if that's what you're trying to do." Rae finally said.

"I wasn't."

"So why are your lips touching mine?"

"Because they are."

"Well, I'm not going to kiss you."

"Okay."

"I mean it."

"Okay."

"Not even a single one."

"I get it, Rae."

I am lying in bed, sexually starved for attention and this cheating motherfucker won't kiss my ass? "And one more thing…"

"I'm not going to fucking kiss you, Rae."

"That's not it, Dave. Well, it is, but it isn't."

Dave turned around and opened his eyes. The room was dark but light enough where he could see her brown eyes staring back at him. "Yes?"

"Why?"

It didn't take long for Dave to figure out who or what Rae was referring to. "I'll tell the whole story tomorrow over dinner."

"No, I mean…" She hesitated. "Why not with me?"

Dave took a few deep breaths. He had pined for Rae since the moment he met her. She was attractive, curvy, funny, and intelligent. He felt he could be himself around her. But something was holding him back. Something big was holding him back. "I think you and I both know the reason." He kissed her forehead and turned back over to sleep. "Good night, Rachel."

Rae looked over at Dave. She was confused, slightly angry but above all, horny as hell. If you and I both know the reason, I must've missed that memo.