Theresa paced the small confines of Billy's trailer at the Ryan Racing compound her anger growing exponentially with each step. She saw the way his eyes remained on Elizabeth as she made her hasty exit from their encounter. The fact that Princess Ryan couldn't get away fast enough did little to change the reality that Billy Weston still had a thing for Pat Ryan's daughter. Clenching her fists at her side, Theresa stifled a growl from the pit of her stomach. There was no way that she was about to let Billy walk away from her – back to Elizabeth Ryan. Pushing Billy's trophies aside harshly, Theresa perched herself on the corner of the desk and waited for his inevitable return.

Still pondering his encounter with Elizabeth as he entered his trailer, Billy was stunned to see Theresa. He could tell by the expression on her face this wasn't an encounter he would want to be having. The way she was tapping her foot on the fake wooden floor spoke volumes towards her mood. Peeling off his jacket, Billy threw it towards his bed yet never took his eyes off of her. "Can I do something for you?" he asked his tone tipped with the anger he hadn't been able to show when he had just been with Elizabeth.

"Exactly what were you trying to accomplish out there?" Theresa questioned removing herself from her roost making her way towards him. Billy took notice that the typical seductiveness to her stance was absent.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he spat incredulously not up for whatever had her panties in a twist. What Billy hadn't realized was that Theresa had been witness to his conversation with Elizabeth. "I don't have time for this."

"Make the time!"

"Theresa, what do you want? I have things to do."

"But don't you mean people to do?"

Billy pulled back and looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What the hell are you talking about?" he questioned a second time.

"How stupid do you think I am?"

"At this moment I'm pretty sure you don't want me to answer that," Billy said with his typical smirk. His words had Theresa immediately seeing red and she rushed forward hand raised to slap him. Quickly he caught her wrist before she was able to make contact. "Don't you dare!" he spat pushing her away with enough force to send her reeling backwards into the desk she had just been sitting on. "What the hell is your problem?" he asked as it took a minute for Theresa to right herself again.

"Like you don't know!"

"Obviously I don't!" he shot back. "Either tell me what the fuck is wrong with you or get the hell out!" He pointed toward the trailer door.

"You don't think I see what you're trying to do?"

"Please enlighten me Theresa what is it you think I'm trying to do?"

"She's never going to take you back." The much Theresa could tell from the way she had seen Elizabeth react to Billy's advances and she had also see the way Elizabeth and Jason Morgan were together. It didn't take a genius to see the glaring difference between the two situations.

"Who's not taking me back?" he questioned trying to keep an even tone to his voice.

"Now who's playing dumb?" Theresa quipped. "I just saw you trailing after Princess Ryan like some love sick puppy and don't think I missed the little detail that she dismissed you like some unwanted servant." It was Theresa's turn to smirk now as she watched the fire behind Billy's black eyes ignite at her words.

"You don't know what the hell you are talking about!"

"Oh really? Which part did I get wrong? The part where you're the love sick puppy or that she dismissed you?" Theresa stifled a giggle when Billy did little to contradict her. "What nothing to say?"

"Get out!" he barked.

"You can't really think she'd take you back, oh you did, didn't you?" Theresa quipped sarcastically. "That's not going to happen. If finding you in bed with me didn't do the trick, I'm pretty sure her hooking up with Jason Morgan slammed that door for you." Theresa couldn't help but twist the knife.

Theresa didn't have much to lose. She wasn't dumb enough to think she had a future with Billy Weston. He had been a means to an end for her, a way to get back at Elizabeth and admittedly it had been fun while it lasted perhaps it was time to move on to bigger and greener pastures, ones that again would serve to stick it to the great Princess.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Billy shouted as he shoved her toward the door. "GET OUT!"

"You know you can't have it both ways!" she spewed.

"And neither can you!" he yelled slamming the door in her face.

Billy's fist crashed against the thin trailer door. He felt his body shake with rage. The truth in her words ate away at him not to mention the fact that he knew she wanted Morgan for herself too. "Damn you Theresa, damn you," he shouted pounding the door once more.

Theresa tugged at her shirttail and dusted the dirt from her tight black jeans satisfied that she had definitely gotten to Billy, tugged at his Achilles heel. Yet she still hated the fact that he wanted Elizabeth even if it was for no other reason than he didn't want Jason to have her. She hated that every man that met Elizabeth Ryan fell at her feet. "Ahhhhh!" she groaned turning the corner running squarely into the chest of Tom Boudean. "Watch where you're…." she began but stopped short realizing that it was Jason's head mechanic that had nearly plowed her over.

"Sorry," was all he said before beginning to move by her.

"Tom, right?" she questioned fully knowing the answer.

"Yeah," he answered completely aware of the reputation of the girl before him. "Something I can do for you?" he asked when she continued staring at him.

"Would you mind walking me to my car? Billy and I," she hesitated, "well, we just had a fight and he's pretty angry…."

"And you think he's going to come after you?" Tom wouldn't have put anything past Billy Weston.

"No, no nothing like that," Theresa backpedaled, "It's just that it's getting dark and well could you please just walk me to my car?" she asked again.

"I guess," he agreed absently at least someone was paying attention to him. Jason had been off first with Leo helping him with the repairs to his car and then barely acknowledged him before hurrying out to meet up with Elizabeth. "Where are you parked?"

"At the end of the visitor lot. Thank you."

"Yeah, whatever."

The night air was beginning to chill as the crimson sun was but a sliver in the sky. Theresa rubbed her hands quickly over her bare arms and let out an exaggerated shiver.

"You cold?" he asked.

"A little."

"Here." Tom pulled off his hoodie and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she smiled as she tied it around her shoulders.

"Where's your car again?"

"Over there," she pointed to the blue sedan off in the distance.

"You drive that?" Tom couldn't hide his surprise. The last thing he expected the circuit groupie to be driving was some mundane car.

Theresa gave him an odd look at his remark. "Yes. Not all of us have the luxury of having a rich daddy."

"That's not what I meant," Tom began knowing what it was like to have to scrimp and scratch for everything you got.

"Then what did you mean?" she stopped walking and turned to face him.

"I just sort of thought you would have something different."

"You mean like some souped up muscle car?" Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Again Theresa found herself faced with another man filled with Elizabeth hero worship.

"No," Tom stressed. "Just thought you'd be driving some sporty red number. Seems like that would better suit your personality."

"Red sports car huh – would fit my personality better?"

"Definitely." Tom assured her with a smile.

"Well maybe if I had someone of your caliber to be my personal mechanic, I just might reconsider my vehicle choice. Would you like to be my personal mechanic?" she asked tracing her bright red nail across Tom's cheek.

"I might consider it," he stated with a hitch in his breath as her fingers trailed to his collar bone sending an odd sensation through his body.

"Good to know. A decent mechanic is so hard to find these days," her hands made a path over his shoulder gracing his biceps, "if you know what I mean," she whispered in Tom's ear.

Theresa's hot breath made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and his pulse quicken. "I'd have thought you'd have your pick of them here of all places," he said gesturing toward the many Ryan garages behind him as he did what he could to contain his composure which he was quickly losing.

"Maybe, but perhaps I haven't found what I was looking for until now," Theresa purred fingertips tugging at the hem of his tattered black t-shirt.

"And what are you looking for?" Tom said swallowing his impulse to reach out and pull her against his increasingly growing form.

"Guess?" she pronounced slipping her hand over his now fully engorged manhood.

As much as he wanted to contain his reaction, Tom had little control over the sounds suddenly escaping his lips. The way she was stroking him sent a shockwave through his nerve endings. "Do you like?" she hummed. She heard him groan as she one handedly undid the button of his jeans. Immediately she felt the heat radiating from his groan. "Ah…I see you do," she said her lips nipping at his hungrily.

Tom wasn't able to take it any longer his mouth crashing hard against hers, tongue probing the recesses of her mouth, hands pulling her body tight to him. He could feel her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. Quickly he drew his hand to the swell of her breast thumb circling her nipple causing her to moan with pleasure.

Suddenly Theresa had no control over her own body. Her hips moved freely driving her inner most spot against Tom's throbbing form. It was as though where they were didn't matter until the blaring sound of an engine roaring to life in the distance brought them both crashing back to reality.

"You want to get out of here?" she asked doing what she could to catch her breath.

"Do you?" Tom questioned trying himself to gain control of his thoughts.

"What do you think?" she retorted slipping her hand into his jeans once more.

"Let's go then."