Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Maryse walked into the small gym that the hotel they were staying at had. It was really late so it was probably empty but she needed to get a workout in.
She felt like going for a run on the treadmill but the gym was so small that it only had one treadmill and it was currently occupied by the Straight Edge superstar himself. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and she glanced at him appreciatively. He wasn't as muscular as a lot of the other guys on the roster but he was well toned.
He had his Ipod in his ears and he didn't notice her at first. He pulled his earphones out and slowed down the machine to a stop when he did.
"You want to use the treadmill?" he asked.
"Yea."
He got off and grabbed a towel he had on top of his gym bag.
"I hear you're maineventing the pay per view tomorrow" Maryse said as she got on the treadmill.
"Yup."
"Good luck with your match then." She winked at him before turning her attention to the controls on the exercise machine.
Maryse closely watched the match in front of her on the monitor. Of course she'd seen him wrestle here and there but had never really paid much attention. He seemed to move with such fluidity and grace. When he was in the ring it looked like there was nowhere else he'd rather be. It was kind of mesmerizing to watch.
She watched him hit the GTS and win the match. He walked to the back after finishing his match and was about to walk into his locker room when he heard someone call his name. He looked up to see Maryse standing there in her wrestling gear that didn't cover much of her perfect body.
"Um hey."
"Congratulations on your match. You looked really good out there. Most of the roster is going out to a club tonight. Are you going too?"
"I don't know yet. I usually play it by ear and see how I feel."
She walked closer to him and ran her finger down his chest. "mmm well I you hope go." She smirked when she saw him shiver at her touch. "I'll see you around."
He watched the slight sway in her hips as she walked away. Did Maryse just flirt with him? Not that he was complaining because she was one of the hottest divas on the roster, but he found it weird because they had hardly said two words to each other before.
He decided to just shrug it off and take a shower
Maryse didn't see Phil at the club when she got there so she decided to deal with that later and just have a good time that night.
Most of the night was spent with either a drink in hand or on the dance floor. She went to go sit at the table that the Bella's and Nikki's boyfriend Nick were at when she spotted Phil at a table with Kofi, Mickie, Natalya, Evan and TJ.
He had a drink in hand, most likely a diet soda, and was chatting animatedly with his friends . Maryse smirked and headed in his direction.
It was probably the alcohol that was lowering her inhibitions but she plopped down on Phil's lap when she reached their table. "You made it."
She knew everyone at the table was staring at her but she just ignored them. "How about a dance?"
"No thanks."
She pouted. "You don't want to dance with me?"
Her fingers started playing with his hair and he was tempted to say yes but dancing just wasn't his thing. "Trust me it has nothing to do with you. Dancing just really isn't my thing."
"I'll dance with you." He heard Kofi say from besides him
Maryse just rolled her eyes. "No thanks."
TJ chuckled at Kofi being shot down and Kofi elbowed him
"If you change your mind I'll be over there." She pointed at the table the Bella's were at before getting up.
He watched her walk away, the short blue dress she was wearing showed off her long shapely legs.
Everyone was staring at him when he turned his attention back to his table.
"What?"
"What was that?" Mickie asked.
"I honestly have no clue."
"She was flirting with you….since when does Maryse flirt with you?" Kofi asked.
Phil just shrugged.
"Well congrats man….the hottest girl on the roster is flirting with you."
"Kofi she's an annoying whiney bitch who always wants to get her way. She just blew you off a minute ago" Mickie interjected.
"So….that doesn't make her any less hot. "
Mickie rolled her eyes. "Whatever , I think Phil should stay away from her. Nothing good could come from being around someone like her."
"Oh come on she's not that bad." Natalya defended Maryse.
"Not that bad? You only say that because you're one of the few people she ain't a bitch to. She acts like she's better than everyone else.
"Well you aren't exactly the nicest person to her either."
"Why should I be nice to her? She's the one that started it. I've been here longer than her and she just waltzes in like she owns the place. Did you know she wanted her own locker room? She was so pissed when Vince told her she had to share with the rest of the divas."
Phil looked down at his empty cup and decided to go to the bar and order another soda. He was tired of hearing his friends arguing anyway.
"Really Maryse? Phil? Really?"
Maryse rolled her eyes when she heard Mike's voice. Couldn't she just sit here at the bar and have her drink in peace? "What is your problem now Mike?"
"I saw you at Phil's table?"
"And your point is?"
"You keep turning me down and you're over there flirting with a loser like Phil?"
"Listen Mike, I can flirt with whoever the hell I want. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested before you get it through that thick skull of yours?"
"That wasn't what you were saying that night last month in my hotel room."
"I was drunk! I must have been blind to sleep with someone like you. You weren't even that good."
She smirked when she saw Mike's face turn red. "Excuse me!" Her smirk disappeared when he grabbed her by the wrist in a tight grip. His fingers were digging into her skin and it was staring to hurt. "Now you listen to me you little bit.."
"Is everything okay?" he was interrupted by Phil who was looking at Maryse in concern and glaring at Mike.
"Everything's fine." Mike let go of Maryse and stormed off.
Maryse rubbed her wrist.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea thanks. Mike is such an asshole."
"Just be careful okay. Mike's not a good guy."
"He's all talk. He wouldn't do anything to me."
He nodded and sat down on the stool next to Maryse. He waved the Bartender over. "I'll buy you a drink. What do you want?"
"A martini."
"I'll have a martini for the lady and a diet Pepsi."
When he turned back to Maryse she was looking at him quizzically.
"What?" he asked
"I don't get your whole Straight Edge thing. I understand watching yourself not to become an alcoholic but it's fun having a drink at least every now and then."
He shrugged. " I don't need alcohol to have fun. I don't go around telling people what to do and what not to do but this is my personal life choice and I feel that it's right for me."
She nodded. She could respect that. "So you're not like your character on TV who goes around telling people that you're better than them."
He chuckled "No not at all but it's great getting all the fans riled up."
"Yup I love playing a heel."
From there their conversation continued. They went from talking about the business to talking about how they knew wrestling was what they wanted to do. Maryse's family thought she was crazy the first time she told them she wanted to become a wrestler. They became supportive when they realized it just wasn't one of her passing whims and that she was serious about it .
They ended up talking about other things as well. Their music tastes, what they liked to do in their time off and some of their crazy stories from being on the road. . Even though they were different in so many aspects, Maryse found herself enjoying talking to him. He was very laid back and not one of those guys who tried too hard to impress her.
"Hey Maryse we're heading back to hotel. Are you coming with us?" Brie asked her a while later.
"Yea hang on."
She turned back to Phil. "I'll see you later."
"Maryse wait." He rubbed his neck nervously. " You uhh…do you want to go out somewhere? We have Raw tomorrow night but maybe Tuesday…"
He shifted from one foot to the other waiting for an answer. He jumped in surprise when he felt her stick her hand in his pocket. "What are you doing?"
He saw her pull out his phone. She pressed a few buttons before sticking it back into his pocket. "I'll text you my room number. Just text me before you pick me up."