CHAPTER TWO

The sun peeked through the heavy hotel curtains, kissing my face with morning light, slowly bathing the small, dingy hotel room in sunshine. I groan and roll away from the window, pulling the cover over my head trying to go back to sleep, my eyes gritty and heavy from too little sleep. Sleep eluded me the night before, staying just out of reach like a hazy illusion. My mind had been too focused on a certain dark hair, dark complected wrestler to worry about sleep until the wee hours of the morning. I close my eyes and sink back into the comfort of the hard hotel mattress and the scratchy comforter. Unlike the wrestlers and higher ups in the company, the lower level employees such as myself did not travel in style as much as some people would like to believe. A knock on my hotel door drives away my last hope at a little extra sleep. I groan and throw the covers back, pulling on a tshirt and walking to the door, cursing loudly as I stub my toe on the chair by the door. "Damnit! Son of a bitch! I sure hope it's important!" I yell loudly as I yank open the door angrily only to be met with twinkling brown eyes.

I blush brightly as he looks me up and down, handing me a cup of coffee before gently pushing past me to enter the room. "You didn't have to get all dressed up for me, Baby Doll." I growl at his teasing and walk over to the bed, still grumpy from being woken up. I sit down and glare at him over my coffee cup as he sits next to me. "I figured I'd come wake you up, see if you wanted to grab some breakfast before the photoshoot. You did remember that, right, Sugar?" He asks with that patented grin of his. I feel myself flush as I realize that I had indeed forgotten. I frown and chew my bottom lip. "I'm so sorry. I must be running terribly behind. Give me just a few minutes and I'll be ready." I jump up quickly only to be pulled back by a strong but gentle grip on my arm. With a gentle yank, he pulls me back down to him. I lose my footing and end up plopping gracelessly onto his lap. I blush beet red and look down at the floor as his arms wrap around me to keep me from falling from his lap. With a deep chuckle, he slaps my bottom and lifts my head up for my eyes to meet his, tears of embarrassment shining in my brown eyes.

Scott frowns as he sees the tears there in here beautiful eyes and runs his thumb over her cheek. "Hey, now, Baby Doll. No reason to be upset." He smiles softly trying to reassure her. "Women just can't help but fall all over me." He laughs and tickles her side. "So, now what do you say about that breakfast? We still have plenty of time before the photo shoot."

I can't help but laugh with him at his teasing remark then nod softly. "Breakfast sounds good. Can you give me just a few minutes to change?" I wiggle out of his arms, my entire body tingling from being so close to him. I walk over and grab the clothes I intend to wear, just a simple v-neck tshirt and a pair of jeans. I look back over to him and tap my foot impatiently. "Well? I need to change!" I say slightly irritated that he hadn't left. He chuckles and leans back a little on the bed, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm not stoppin' ya. Go ahead and change, sugar. I'm sure I've seen it all before." He winks and licks his lips which causes me to blush even more. I shyly, hesitantly set the clothes on the small dresser then grab the tshirt and pull it over my head, making sure my back is turned to him, mainly so he can't see how badly I'm blushing. I grab my clean tshirt and quickly pull it on before putting the jeans on as well. I'm stopped just as start to button my jeans, by a large hand on my hip, the spicy, intoxicating scent of Scott filling my senses as he wraps his arms around me. "You have no idea how much of a tease you are, do you, Baby Doll? Without even trying, you could melt a man in minutes, have him eating out of the palm of your hand." I feel his words just as much as I hear them, his breath fanning over my neck and ear as he whispers softly against me, his arms tightening slightly around me and pulling my back against his chest. I blush and shake my head, my heart racing at his touch. When he finally loosens his grip and steps back, I let out the breath I hadn't known I'd been holding. I slowly finish fastening my pants and turn to look up at him, feeling the heat burning in my cheeks. "I'm ready now." He grins and shakes his head before holding his hand out to me. I gently place my hand in his and slip my flip flops on before grabbing my wallet and placing it my back pocket then grabbing my camera bag. He quickly grabs the bag from me and carries it as he leads me out of the room and downstairs.

The short walk downstairs to the lobby never felt so long. Each step we took, his hand in mind, I felt like thousands of eyes were watching us. Everyone that passes us gave either shocked or knowing looks. It felt as if they couldn't believe Scott would want to spend time with some plain, frumpy girl like me. Hell, I couldn't believe it either. I felt all my anxiety and nervousness come back full force as we walked into the little hotel cafe. It was filled with various different WCW employees, all of them seeming to turn and focus their attention on us as we walked in. I sigh and feel my chest tighten from anxiety, quickly pulling my hand from Scott's as we sit down.

Scott frowns and looks over at her worriedly as he sits across from her, the look on her face almost one of absolute terror and self doubt. He reaches over and takes her hand. "Why the long face, Baby Doll. They're looking more at me than they are you, doll. Remember, I'm the intruder here. I'm the bad guy." He grins and rubs his thumb over the back of her hand. "Take a deep breath." He says softly and smiles as the waitress comes over to take their order. "Sweet thing, why don't you bring us each a cup of coffee and give us a few minutes to look over the menu?" He asks the waitress with his panty melting grin.

I relax at his tender touch, but feel an unusual anger flow over me as I watch him flirt with the waitress. Realizing it's jealousy, I shake my head and pull my hand by from his, knowing I have no right at all to feel jealous. After all, she was tall, slim, blonde and had a body that any man would gladly have in bed next to him. I frown and pick up the menu, staring blankly at it, not truly seeing it at all as my mind races over all the times I was told I wasn't good enough, that no man would want me, that no one would ever love me. Hearing Scott clear his throat, I look up at him, ready to see the pity or disgust in his eyes, but instead, I just see those beautiful brown eyes, twinkling like always. Those damn, twinkling, amused eyes. I couldn't help but smile as I look at him. "You're jealous, aren't you, Baby Doll?" He asks with a wink then thanks the waitress, not looking up at her this time as she brings the coffee. We both order and I busy myself with fixing my coffee the way I like it, once cream and once sugar, trying to avoid the question. He laughs softly and sips his coffee. "Yeah, you're jealous." He grins and gives me a wink.