For a few consecutive seconds that seemed to drag into a full eternity, Eve was too shocked to react. She just remained as if frozen in the same spot where Punk left her as her mind started to slowly register what just happened.

He kissed her… CM Punk just kissed her.

Blinking her eyes rapidly for several times and closing her mouth so that her jaw wouldn't be hanging open, the WWE Diva lifted her hand to her lips, her fingertips brushing lightly against them.

He kissed her and she didn't do anything to stop him. Hell, it was debatable in her mind if she has kissed him back or not and that wasn't acceptable. No, no and no…

Last time she kissed a fellow WWE superstar things turned out to go from bad to worse and she has sworn over and over again that she would never allow herself to be in a similar situation.

And yet, there she was… dwelling in the aftershock of being kissed by the biggest jerk working for the company, CM Punk.

She didn't even know how that came to happen! She was peacefully sleeping and the next thing she knew he was kissing her. Ah, but she remembered in great detail what happened in between; somehow he managed to sneak into her room and taking cover in the darkness he tried to get her out of bed.

Not that she gave him an easy time, even with her mind fussy with sleep she fought him with everything she had… at least until he started to kiss her.

She didn't fight him hard enough then… even in her trance she was aware of that. The question was why? Why if she didn't like him at all, why if she didn't even find him remotely attractive.

He was just… Punk; she couldn't find anything appealing in his careless appearances or in the ridiculous tattoos or even his rancid persona and… and she still let him kiss her…

But no, that was not even the worse part of the whole thing; the worst part was when she had to admit to herself that she kind of liked it.

Sure, she would deny it until the end if the subject was ever approached, but the truth was that even as she stood there, she could feel the phantom of his tongue moving against her and no, the memory of it didn't repulse her. It confused her, yes, but she couldn't say that the feeling has been entirely unpleasant.

Breaking out of her daze with a vigorous shake of her head, the pretty brunette sprung forward and slapped the door close, the sound of it as it slammed against its frame making her startle a little.

But startled or not, her intention of seeking refuge in the solitude of the bedroom was achieved as the wooden door created a barrier that separated her from Punk and at least she could find comfort in that.

But there was still one thing mortifying her, and that was that she liked the way he kissed her. Not that she was into masochism or anything like that, but deep inside she enjoyed how he took immediate control even when she tried to fight him.

In her past relationships she has always been treated like a delicate flower, and while passion never lacked, she couldn't remember ever feeling the way Punk made her feel with that short kiss… it was just…

"No." She mumbled to herself, the palm of her hand resting against her chest. "You think you liked it because you were half asleep." She tried arguing with herself because really, when the kiss happened her mind hadn't been functioning in its full capacity and she just got confused.

Realistically speaking, she couldn't have liked that he kissed her, it was impossible.

With that thought to soothe her mind, the Denver native tried to sleep her confusion off; but at the end of it all she just lay in bed, eyes wide open and her mind racing at major speed. By the time morning came, her thoughts were still a mess, but at least she managed to come with a good conclusion.

Whatever it was that happened with Punk, it could never occur again and the best way to deal with it was pretending it never happened. That was what she was going to do, she was going to ignore the man and then she was going to treat the kissing matter as a poor lapse of judgment from both parts.

Nodding in self-agreement, the brunette took in a deep breath and opened the door to step out.

Now, the first thing she saw as she walked out was that Punk was in the living room, already dressed with a black hoodie that for some reason was pulled over his head and dark jeans. She also took notice of two more things, first that he seemed as determined as she was to ignore what happened mere hours ago and second, that there were fresh scratch marks running down his cheeks.

She knew where he got those from and she couldn't help but to feel satisfied; let that be a reminder for him that she wasn't a woman to mess around with.

Pursing her lips, she straightened her head and kept walking towards the bathroom. Once in there she took a quick shower to prepare for the day, got dressed and ready and when she walked out once again Punk was still in the couch.

He was just sitting there, his eyes glued to the TV while he absent mindedly ate out of a bowl of fruit.

Eve did her best to ignore him, but the tension his presence was provoking around her was so thick that she was almost choking with it. Truth was that she didn't want to ignore him, what she wanted was to walk to him, slap him in the face and yell at him that he had no right to kiss her, look at her, touch her or even think about her.

Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Yes she was very aware of the reputation she was carrying on her back after the whole thing with John but she was not going to be treated like a slut for the rest of her life for one stupid mistake. No, he was very wrong if he thought he could treat her like that just because he felt like it.

What he did to her last night was not a subject to be ignored; how could she do that when the thought of how he got away with it was like a thorn at her side?

Clenching her jaw until it hurt, Eve sent him a sideway glance. He was still there… acting as if she didn't even exist.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm a bit. Maybe that was for the best, maybe she should stick to her original plan and try to ignore him as well because the last thing she needed was getting into an argument with him.

She just needed to forget all about his insolent kiss and everything was going to be fine.

Moving her eyes away from him, the pretty Diva walked to the desk besides the door and grabbed a piece of paper resting over it. It was their day's schedule; every morning the hotel staff would leave it under the door and she was going to assume that Punk saw it, read it and put it there.

Eyeing it over, she saw that some local newspaper wanted to do an interview with them and they were going to do it down at the pool. It was basically the only thing they had to do until later in the afternoon so it was a light schedule. But… the thing that got her attention was that the newspaper interview was supposed to start at eight o'clock and well, it was seven forty-four so that meant that she barely a few minutes to prepare.

So yeah, she was definitely late, she didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. "Why didn't you tell me we had an interview at eight?" She asked with an attitude because there was no way he didn't read that when he checked the paper. It was the first thing on the list.

Shrugging, Punk threw a strawberry into his mouth and chew it slowly. It was only when he swallowed it down that he decided to grace her with a response. "We have an interview at eight. And if I were you, I would hurry because in two minutes I'm leaving with or without you."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Eve blinked a couple of times. Now more than ever she wanted to hit the man… "Leave, I think I can find my way to the pool without you."

With that said, she got into the bedroom and threw into her Channel handbag a few essentials before storming off. Luckily for her, she was able to make it in time to the lobby, place where she found Punk waiting. Apparently, the pool was at least fifteen minutes walking and they hotel was going to provide a golf cart ride for them.

But there was a problem and she found out as soon as the gulf cart parked in front of them; the cart had space for two people, one of them was the driver and another a passenger.

Looking at her watch, Eve saw that it was already ten minutes to eight o'clock, meaning that they were not going to make it in time. "I'll go first and I'll tell the staff to excuse your tardiness." With that said, she took a step forward to get into the cart, but before she could hop in, Punk grabbed her by the arm and forced her to backtrack.

The contact was enough to make Eve snarl her lips and she would have slapped his hand away if it was for her; but because they were in a public place and she didn't want to make a scene, she got a hold of her impulses.

"I don't think so, sweetheart. I got here first so I get in first."

Yanking her arm away, Eve shook her head, her emerald green eyes burning a hole through him. "I don't care if you got here first, Punk, I'm not going to stay here and be late."

"If someone hadn't overslept, she wouldn't be late. I on the other hand was ready and awake on time so it's obvious I'm the one who needs to go first." He said, his lips smiling but his eyes carrying a glint of pure sarcasm.

Interrupting their little argument, the chauffer said something to them in his native language, but because neither Punk nor Eve understood, he repeated it in his broken English.

"Two in car now. Can't be late."

"No." Eve began to say but when she saw that Punk was climbing in the cart she had to protest against the two of them going at the same time. "There's no even space for the two of us."

Arching an eyebrow and his lips curving in a smile, Punk pointed at his lap.

"No." Oh no, no, no… she wasn't going to sit over him. Was he crazy? "I would rather walk and be late."

"She says that she would rather walk so let's get going."

At Punk's words, the hotel staff guy put the cart in drive and started to move forward.

As she saw that happening, Eve could visualize management getting word on her being late and for some reason that made her cringe. It was simple, after the John thing she wasn't in a good place when it came to the higher ups and if she wanted to keep her job, she needed to make big sacrifices.

"I can't believe this." She mumbled while walking after the moving cart, "Stop!"

What happened next happened so fast that Eve didn't even know how she moved to do such a thing, but before she could really think about it she was climbing into the cart and yeah, sitting over him.

Sure, she tried doing it without creating too much contact, but she was still over him and she didn't like that.

"Keep your hands to yourself." She said through clenched teeth before Punk could even nurse the idea of touching her.

As a response, Punk shifted on his seat and snorted. He didn't touch her though and for that, she was glad. But then, in typical Punk fashion, he leaned a bit closer to her and talked in a low voice. "You know, you are actually a hell of a lot heavier that what I thought you would be. How much was it that you said you weighed?"

Pushing the inside of her cheek with her tongue, Eve took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. "You'll have to try harder than that to get a reaction out of me. You won't disturb my peace… not today."

"Oh I think we both know that I don't need to talk to get a reaction from you but that's beside the point. I wasn't looking for a reaction; I was just stating a fact."

No, she wasn't going to let him affect her… she was just going to ignore him for the next four days and that was it.

Once in the States, she wouldn't have to interact with him on daily basis and sooner rather than later, the kiss and her reaction to it was going to fade into nothing but a bad memory.

Focusing on that determined solution to her Punk problems, Eve opened her eyes and looked straight forward. But just as she was trying to think on anything but the man, the cart gave a sudden stop and she was jerked forward…

If it wasn't because Punk grabbed her, she would have definitely fallen off.

"Get your hands off." She hissed as the chauffer jumped out of the cart. She barely noticed what was going on, all her senses were focused in the fact that Punk's hands were settled on her hips.

"You're welcome, but next time I'll let you fall off." Punk said, his hands moving away.

Turning to the side so that she could take a look at his face, Eve puffed out a breath. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Me? Not at all, you on the other hand…" He pointed with his fingers at her and then to him, his intention to indicate the fact that she was still sitting over him even though the ride just finished. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Ugh." She groaned, jumping to her feet while trying to act as composed as she could. "Don't flatter yourself, Punk. You are not man enough to make me feel remotely interested."

Eve listened to the way Punk chuckled somewhere behind her and she also caught the sound of the cart going away. But she wasn't taking much interest in those trivial things; what she was doing was looking around, trying to spot the newspaper people.

She couldn't see them though and she wondered if they would have to walk the distance that remained between them and the pool.

As she was wondering about that, she felt a pair of hands settle on her waist and before she could open her mouth to protest, she was being swirled around.

It happened fast, one second she was looking around and the next one there was a set of lips pressing against hers. It was as if she was living a déjà vu and much like it happened that first time, she found herself unable to react accordingly.

Yeah, a word of protest was muffled by his lips and her hands closed into fists so that she could try to push him away, but by the time his tongue was moving against hers and his lip ring was pushing insistently against her mouth, there was not much to do.

With her heart beating frantically against her chest, the young brunette's hands relaxed and they just pressed against his sides. Her head was tilted to the side and with the force of the kiss it would sometimes lean back a little.

But Punk would hold her close even when he was the one pushing her back, the fingers of his right hand tangling in her hair as the kiss became deeper and more intense.

She wasn't thinking anymore, she fell victim to the moment and started to kiss him back. Tongues moving along, breathes mingling… mind getting blurry…

And then, as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended abruptly when Punk pulled away from her. "Trust me, I'm man enough to do a lot of things, Eve; what I doubt is that you are woman enough to handle them."

With that said, Punk ran the tip of his tongue over his lip ring and smirked. Then he was turning around and leaving.

Standing with her jaw hanging open and her lips swollen by the force of his kiss, Eve watched as Punk walked into the pool area as if he owned the damn place.

The stupid jerk…

She couldn't believe what just happened… he kissed her again, and once again she did nothing but stand there and enjoy the ride.

Lifting her hand to her face, she pressed the palm of it against her forehead and closed her eyes. "What is going on here?"

She asked to herself, but the truth was that for that question, she had no answer.