As soon as she stepped outside, she inhaled the air, a thousand times better than in the hot, sticky club. She lit a cigarette, taking a deep, long drag, before even thinking about looking at her phone. Two missed calls from Brian. She groaned, shaking her head.

*Annoying ex.*

As soon as the thought left her mind, she dialed his number, waiting.

"What do you want?"

It only took a few seconds until he picked up.

"Hey sweetheart, where are you?"

She sighed, taking another drag of her cigarette.

"At work, where else?"

The conversation carried on for a little while and she never realized the man watching her all the time, listening to every word, the man standing only a few feet away, smoking a cigarette himself. Groaning, she shut her phone off, taking a deep breath, mumbling to herself.

"I should have changed my number."

The man next to her cleared his throat, making her jump a little, turning around. She looked at that mind-blowing smirk again.

"Taking a break?"

She bit her lip, nodding. "Yeah, for a few minutes at least."

He nodded, looking up into the sky. "Beautiful night, huh?"

She took a deep breath, her mind telling her over and over again that he's married, is not what she wants.

"True… beautiful." She looked at him all the time, meaning him and not the night. His eyes turned back at her as he smiled.

"So… you're not working here for long yet?"

She shook her head, trying so much not to look at those muscular arms, the abs under his tight shirt, those gorgeous, kissable lips.

"2 weeks now. I needed the money for a house I've set my eyes on."

He nodded, smiling, taking a step closer to her and extended his hand.

"Randy, by the way."

She sighed, looking down at his hand, reaching out for it to shake it.

"I know… "

She looked up at him again, shaking her head.

"Pro-wrestler… and married."

His eyes widened and he bit his lip, but nodded nonetheless. She chuckled slightly and shook her head.

"Sorry… my co-worker knows everything and isn't someone who holds it up for himself."

He released her hand, putting it into his pocket, looking away, before looking back at her, nodding.

"I see… so… I guess you want to cut the talk here?"

She thought for a moment, looking at her watch, biting her lip.

"Well… my break isn't over yet… and I don't see a reason why we shouldn't talk, right? Only because you are married, doesn't mean you aren't allowed to talk to people."

He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up and nodded.

"True." He pulled out his box of cigarettes, taking one out and handed it to her. She nodded, smiling at him, grabbing the cigarette as he lit it for her and then lightened one for himself, taking a long drag.

"So, who was the guy you just talked to?"

She blinked at him a little surprised, arching a brow.

"You listened to my phone-call?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Sorry… I just… I had to."

She smiled, shaking her head. "An ex…. He's a real cutie, but annoying as shit.

He let out a sigh of relief, looking down at the sidewalk.

"Uhmmm… so you don't happen to have someone at home, do you?"

She smirked, shaking her head. "Now why would that matter to you, Mister Orton? You are married, forgot?"

He shrugged, looking back up at her, licking his lips, before biting his lower lip.

"Just curious."

She chuckled. "Well… as a matter of fact, no… I don't have one. I'm still waiting for that one guy who can blow off my mind."

The conversation went on for another good 10 minutes until it was time for Tammy to return to work. He leaned close to her, kissing her cheek, sending a shock of electricity through her whole body and down to her heat. She swallowed hard, trying heavily not to blush.

"When is your shift over… uhmm… shit, I don't even know your name yet."

She smiled, biting her lip. "Tammy… my name is Tammy. Shift ends when the club closes and the last people are gone. You should be home with your wife and your daughter by then."

He bit back a groan and instead sighed, nodding. "Yeah… but… maybe you could leave a little earlier?"

She blinked at him, tilting her head a bit. "Why should I do that?"

He got even closer to her, if that was possible, his lips brushing her ear, making her close her eyes, as he whispered. "Cause maybe, just maybe… I don't want to go back to my wife tonight. Maybe I want to leave with you."