Chapter 7

Maya had been housed in Dean's apartment for another day and night and he had been uptight for that entire time. It was like he was trying to keep her away from something, maybe something. Initially, she assumed it was Finn but it seemed like something else.

She had gotten in the habit of cleaning anytime she dreamt of Jeremy, which had started to dwindle in that time but it was still happening. She couldn't go out and get food from the one nearby store, Dean usually ordered take out to be delivered to the penthouse.

"When am I going to start work?" She asked as they were sitting down for dinner on the third day of her stay with him.

"Seth hasn't decided," Dean said.

"When are you going back to work?"

"Yeah, no that's not happening." He then laughed.

Dean made no sense sometimes. Maya may have done some wrong things in the past to survive but she knew enough to figure out Dean was dealing with some heavy shit. If he was being defensive and evasive, it had to be for a reason. Maybe not a good one but there was one.

They were watching yet another sports game for yet another evening. This was becoming another normal routine for them, just sitting and watching something, whether it was a repeat or not, Dean always handled the remote and chose what to watch. He claimed because of her watching cooking shows he refused to let her watch anything alone.

"Want another beer?" Though why he was drinking beer with Asian take away was lost on Maya, it didn't hurt to offer. She chose water for herself.

"Yes, please."

At least he hadn't lost all his sensibility. He said please after all.

Just as Maya got back from the kitchen there was a knock on the front door. Dean dug his fabled key from his front pocket, unlocked the door and then opened it.

"Nevs? What brings you by?" Dean asked the man.

"Why isn't Maya downstairs?" Neville asked. "Seth wants her working."

Maya knew she had both Wednesday in the Rollins' Rockers but serving girl up in the Casino, at least that was what she had been told. Yet she had been stuck up in Dean's penthouse since coming back from Irish Whip Gym, forced to stay there with Dean looming over her nearly the entire time.

Whatever happened at the gym, Dean wasn't letting her out of his sight.

When Dean moved from the door, Maya f3lt her mouth fall open. Neville Satterly had a large manly chest with no sort of hair on it. He had a bow tie around his neck but the white button-up shirt was opened at about midway down his torso. There was no hiding the tightness of abs that the shirt had no way of hiding. If he were any other man, it would have been her wanting to run her hands over his chest and stomach. If she wanted to. Neville wasn't a flirty or touchy kind of guy, which she rather enjoyed.

His hazel green to brown eyes looked at her. "Get dressed, Maya. You're shadowing me tonight."

"Uh, okay. Are the jeans and that leather top okay?"

He nodded. So, Maya went to the bedroom closet to get her clothes to change. She was just getting her top off when the bedroom door pretty much banged opened.

Dean smiled when Maya sort of dove and ducked behind the bed.

"Dean! What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, holding her top to her chest. "Get out!"

"Hey, there's a walk-in closet and a bathroom. You could have gone to either of those." He actually stood there smiling his ass off.

"Get out of here, Dean! I mean it!"

Still smiling, he turned his head slightly. "Red bra? Got matching undies, Mouse?"

"You're a pervert." She snapped.

"Yep."

He grabbed his black leather jacket off the bed. She knelt down further behind the bed and watched him. He got his jacket, smiled again and left the room without saying a word. At least he closed the door behind him.

Maya took a deep breath, grabbed the rest of her clothes and ran to the bathroom. This time she locked the door. Not taking any chances this time; Maya wasn't going to let Dean ever do that again.

Back out in the master bedroom, she reached under the bed for her album. She looked at the last picture of her and Jeremy on his motorcycle. "I still miss you, Jeremy." She kissed her finger and ran it over Jeremy's face in the picture.

Maya closed the album and pushing it under the bed before she left the bedroom.

She saw a barely visible smile from Neville as she walked into the living room. Dean scowled.

"Ready." She said.

"About time." Dean tugged on his jacket.

"Don't start," Neville told Dean before looking at Maya again. "You'll be helping Cesaro with orders and you'll be following me around to get a layout of the tables."

"Sure." She could do that. It was no different than her waitressing job before her homelessness.

Downstairs, through the casino, they exited out the front doors, Neville brought up the rear, Dean led the way and Maya was in the middle of the two. The air had gotten warmer since her pseudo imprisonment and it was so nice that nicely dressed women were walking down to Rollins' Rockers. The guy named Ryder seemed to be enthralled with the attention that the overly sexually dressed women were giving him since he was basically dressed like Neville at that point, different from when she had seen him originally.

"Neville, we have an entire bachelorette party waiting for their VIP booth. Think you can be an English gentleman and escort them there?" Zack asked.

The group turned around and looked at Neville and his exposed broad chest. Neville, for his part, smiled and motioned for the women to follow him through the nearby door. Maya started to follow the group but Dean grabbed her arm.

"What?" She asked as she looked at him.

"You know what."

"I don't," Ryder said. They both looked at him. "Do I know you?" He asked Maya.

"I'm the pickpocket." Maya glared at Dean. "I have to see Cesaro, Ambrose. You're the one keeping me from work."

Dean actually glared back at her. As they stood facing each other, Ryder watching on, the head had Maya sweating at the center of her chest and her upper back. Whatever dean was thinking, she wasn't privy to know or understand what was going on in his disheveled head- not that she wanted to know.

"Go." Dean finally said, motioning to the door.

So she did.

Maya noticed a difference straight off between the male dancers and the women strippers she had seen only a few night prior. The musky smell was less, women sat around tables drinking fruity cocktails and there was a distinct performance of muscular men on stage dancing to Justin Timberlake's Sexy. All while shedding tear away clothing for the women to holler at. They never got closer than to little boxer briefs of varying colors by the end of it.

The women Neville had shown in, giggled behind hands as he walked away from their table. One woman tried to grasp his butt, except her friend stopped her.

And the other difference was that there were male servers, dressed similar to Neville, who were also serving various tables.

Dean pushed her toward the bar where the tall bald man with a vague Jason Statham looked served a few women at the bar. Though he was dressed in an overcoat, no shirt with a bow tie and similar slacks as the servers, he gave off an overly sexualized James Bond feeling as Maya and Neville met at the serving section of the bar.

"Six gin and tonics for our VIPs at table three," Neville said to Cesaro.

"Coming up." A younger man, dressed similarly to Cesaro said as he came up with a few glasses. "This is for Table twelve in the back. Ziggler is covering your half while you were gone."

"Thanks, Chris. Maya, follow me." Neville said. "I'll show you the ropes."

She knew Dean followed her, but at least he kept his distance so that she could do her job.

"Hello, luvs." Neville greeted the group of women. "My assistant, Maya, is learning the ropes. Who ordered the Appletini?" As he lowered the tray to their level to show them their drinks.

"You're working with these hot guys?" A short dark haired woman asked. "What's it like? Do you see naughty bits?"

Maya laughed. "I just started but you'll be the first to know if i do." She said as she put down a gin and tonic.

Dean hung back, thankfully leaving her to shadow Neville. She learned the tables, learned that the dancers on stage often left the stage to interact with the women at tables further back from the stage. This included Finn when he came out.

He came out to thumping music, an alluring guitar rift, and white fog smoke. He was definitely the top draw, women squealing as he came out in tight black pants, no shirt, and a black leather jacket. Pretty much all the female attendants went nuts. Hooting, hollerings and a few bills went flying in his general direction.

As Maya juggled a few martinis, Finn came down the steps, strutting like a prized cock on the walk. Though he flashed a few smiles at the patron's his gaze, all hot and bothering as it was, was on her.

"Only a special woman can acquire my jackets." He said, which echoed around the club. Finn had a headset microphone on, and he was looking directly at her.

Putting the martinis down on the table, Maya made to leave only she couldn't. Finn stood in her way, blocking any sort of escape. The serving tray clattered to the floor as Finn's fingertip traced her cheek.

"I've been watching this one for a while." He said in the most sexual tone any man could possibly say, even Jeremy hadn't managed that when he was alive. "Come with me, beautiful. You'll be front and center for my show."

Maya squeaked when Finn took her hand and led her back to the stage. She looked back at Neville as he picked up the fallen tray. Dean almost looked as red as Anger from the Inside Out movie, including the exploding head meme. The women, on the other hand, apparently knew what was going to happen but Maya didn't.

A stagehand had put a chair up on the stage. Finn kissed her hand and sat her down in that chair.

"Don't look so pissed off," Neville said as he walked back towards where Dean had been standing.

"I ain't pissed," he countered as Finn pretty much straddled Maya's legs, looking down at her as he opened his leather jacket. "I'll make damn sure he doesn't take her home tonight."

"He's not going to take something that isn't his," Neville commented as he headed back to the bar. "Roman called out tonight."

"What? Why?" He fell into step behind Neville.

Neville shrugged. "I don't know, he just called Seth to let him know that he wasn't coming in. Which kind of put us in a bing, though thankfully the newest Shield guy is standing close by."

Braun Strowman was not someone to take lightly if the mythical Paul Bunyan was anything to go by, this guy definitely didn't look like the kind of guy to be messed with. He stood at the area between the door to the back and the bar to make sure no one was going to have an issue.

Dean looked back at Maya, who was so red in the face as Finn proceeded to start unbuttoning his pants at her eye level. He had seen this routine every time Finn performed for Rollins' Rockers, he knew what was going to come next.

Yep, on cue, Finn took her hands and proceeded to drag them down his chest and stomach, purposefully drawing her hands to his hips and thighs, only skimming over his ass, which started to pull on his pants. The women watching with only a side view at this point were drawing out screams, some he was sure were orgasms as the small little trunks Finn wore started to show for them.

"Hey, I thought you didn't like her," Cesaro called out to him as he was prepping more drinks with Chris. "At least that's what Sheamus said."

"I'm not!" He yelled. A few of the women at the bar turned to look at him.

At the sound of women having mini orgasms as Finn drew her fingers into those trunks had Dean marching towards the stage. Maya was beyond red in the face as more hip flesh started appearing while Finn's jacket started to slide off his shoulders. It didn't help Finn was gyrating in Maya's face.

He stormed up the stage, pushed Finn off Maya, and proceeded to pick Maya up and carried her over his shoulder. Down the steps and headed straight for the back door area with Maya screaming at him the entire way.

"Screw you, Ambrose!" She yelled. "I want my jacket! Neville, make him put me down!"

She thumped on his back, smacking him and kicking her legs. Neville, thankfully, didn't say anything. The patrons were laughing, though.

He slapped her ass. "Stop it, or I'll drop you on your head, Mouse."

She froze. "Did you just spank me?"

He opened the door and walked through with her still over his shoulder. "Damn well believe I did."

They got to the back office and he put her down in a chair. "You're going to sit here, not say a word. Do you understand me."

She stood up, glared at him and proceeded to leave. "I have work to do, Ambrose. I was doing just fine until you showed up."

"Looked more like you were having a fun time."

"You're just jealous because Finn actually wants me." She whipped around and said that as she stood in the doorway.

"Right. Like he wants you. He's doing it to piss me off."

"And why are you getting pissed off? Huh? Answer me that. We're nothing to each other. I stole, I'm trying to pay it back. You're stopping me from doing that. I need a job, Dean. I don't want to go back to what I was."

They stared at each other. Seth stood behind Maya, glancing at her and then looking at him. Back to Maya, and repeat.

"What's going on?" Seth asked and Maya spun around to look at him.

"I want to do a job, but Dean here isn't letting me." She jabbed her thumb at him. "I'm going back out to help Neville serve. Talk to him about letting me pay you back."

She pushed by Seth, headed back out to the bar area.

"Really?" Seth asked as he crossed his arms.

"She doesn't…"

"She's doing just fine. You need to get your head out of your ass and let her work, man. Look, you need to just talk to her on how you feel."

"How I feel?"

"Yeah, you obviously have some feelings for her. She doesn't need to be led on and crushed. And you acting like Cave Assman, really put you down a notch on her list of favorites."

"I'm just looking out for her. She doesn't need to be…"

"Who are you to decide that?"

Dean growled. "Fine, I'll let her work. I don't care what she does."

"Really? Because one of the waitresses called in sick for the next couple of days and since she's still learning the ropes, I figured I would ask her to come in tomorrow and work with Bliss or something."

His hands clutched at his sides as he heard his friend. "No, not going to happen."

"You just said that you don't care what she does." Seth hid the smirk fairly well. "So, are you going to relinquish your hold on her or are you going to control her again? Do I need to step in as your boss and make you stop controlling her?"

"Whatever. I'm being paid to make sure she doesn't steal anything." He started to leave the room only to have Seth step in front of him. "What?"

"Let her decide if she's going to work Rollins' Rockers when the male clients come in. You're going to stand back, watch and make sure none of them grab for her. I'll see to it that she works part-time tonight, part-time tomorrow during the day and then have her come for part-time at night. Between part times, make sure to feed her."

"Fine."

"And you better leave Balor alone, he's the best looking guy we have here," Seth called as Dean left the room.

"Whatever."

He went back out to the floor and watched Maya picking up a group of women's glasses from them near the bar, to give back to Cesaro. She smiled and said something to the women, who all giggled. Obviously, they were talking about Finn. Luckily Finn had finished up his routine and was gone for the next act to do their dancing stuff.

Dean, for the most part, stood back next to the pillars watching Maya, never stopping to watch her work. She, Neville, the guy Ziggler and a few others obviously worked well together. She would help either man bring trays of drinks to tables, pick up empties and write down drink or food orders for appetizers they sold. Some of the women even gave her tips for secrets or something.

About four hours into her shift, Neville whispered something to her and pointed to Dean. He didn't miss the glare she sent his way as she handed Neville the serving tray she was holding.

Shoving the tips she made in Neville's hand, she started to walk away. Neville stopped her, said something and pressed the cash back into her hand and motioned with his head for her to leave.

"Ready?" She asked.

"What was that about?"

"I told Neville to give my tips to Seth. Neville said no, I made the money on my own and said I could keep it. Can we go now?" She asked.

"Fine." He pressed his hand on the middle of her back and started maneuvering her towards the front entrance.

She reached back, grabbed his wrist and pushed it away. "You're never allowed to touch me again," Maya said as she continued walking.

He knew he fucked up just by the tone of her voice.

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