**To Pique An Interest**
Chapter 2: Starstruck…but not for long…
*Author's Note: Second chapter continuing from the first, when Lilly and her friends just finish watching Backlash and are heading to a club to go partying and celebrating…*
April 26th, 2009: After Backlash
"C'mon!" hissed Laurel, as I persistently refused to exit the van to enter the glowing neon doors of the nightclub, tugging my arm roughly, "Lilly, you look fine!"
"No I don't!" I protested, "I look like a two dollar hooker!"
"Well you're a hot two dollar hooker!" argued Laurel silently, "now get out of the effing van; the others are already waiting in line to get in!"
Grunting, I stepped out of the van, my bare knees buckled together and my body squirming in agony, as the black material of the dress hugged my small frame tightly. I frantically kept the front of my black military style leather jacket closed, as I was clearly embarrassed at the amount of skin I was showing. The dress was cut out at the sides, an 'X' connecting the low-cut top with the figure-hugging skirt. The only reason why I chose to wear that dress was not only because it was black, but there were studs on the straps and small silver beads on the collar as well.
"Damn, mama, you look good," teased Laurel, "I bet we don't even have to wait in line to get in anyway."
Shockingly, she was certainly right about that. When Laurel and I approached the entrance, one of the bouncers stopped us just as we were about to get in line and said we could go in right away. I blushed furiously as Laurel nudged me cheekily, nodding towards all three of the bouncers that were checking me out as I entered the doors of the club and disappeared into the glowing neon lights of the club.
"See, Lilly? Look who's the hot hooker?" teased Laurel.
"Shut up," I sighed, looking around for the boys and Kayla. It didn't take long before I spotted Brian and Torrey chatting up a couple of blondes by the bar. Connor and Kayla, however, were unseen among the sea of dancing partiers.
"Why don't I interrupt those two potheads so I can let them know we're here," suggested Laurel, "c'mon Lil, let's go help Brian and Torrey impress their dates."
I burst out laughing as I watched Brian making a complete fool out of himself and the blonde caressing him all over, sweet-talking the beautiful little fool as she burst into dimwitted giggles.
"Ohhh yeah baby," growled Brian, as she began unbuttoning his shirt, "that's how I like it…"
"Why don't you two go get a fucking room, Brian," said Torrey, trying to push off an overly touchy blonde attempting to slip her slinky hands down his pants.
"Yeah Brian, why don't you and your little girlfriend find somewhere else to go fuck each other," said Laurel rather loudly, shoving herself in between Brian and the girl.
The girl jumped away from Brian and shot Laurel a glare as I struggled to restrain myself from bursting out in laughter. She summoned her friends and with the flick of her platinum blonde hair in Brian's face, the three Plastics strutted away from Brian and Torrey, their high heels clicking on the marble floor.
"Gee, thanks a lot, Wilson," snapped Brian, looking disappointed, "I was just about to get that chick's number."
"Please," snorted Laurel, "she's one of those dumbass skanks who'll ask how high when you tell her to jump."
"Lilly Hazel, you are one hot mama," whistled Torrey, eyeing me up and down.
"I'm not exactly comfortable with my guy friends calling me hot, Torrey," I said, taking the seat that he willingly gave up for me.
"Told you Richards still has a thing for you, Lilly," said Brian, "he never gives up his seat to other women aside from you."
"I got over Lilly two years ago, McHale," said Torrey, "after she told me she wasn't interested in anyone."
"How does that explain you sending her your nude study sketches anonymously last month?" shot Brian. I dropped my jaw in shock and slapped Torrey in the back of his head.
"God, Torrey, you perv!" I exclaimed.
"Well it doesn't hurt to show your friends how awesome you are at nude sketches," protested Torrey.
"Like you would know what Lilly looks like naked," snorted Laurel.
"Enough with the nudity talk, people," I groaned. I turned to Torrey and said in a sweet yet sarcastic tone, "Torrey, sweetie, why don't you and Brian go over there and find some lonely girls aimlessly wandering around on the dance floor while Laurel and I go get a drink? Or perhaps you could help us find Connor and Kayla and make sure they're not clawing each other's eyes out."
"I…er…yes…my lady…" croaked Torrey nervously, dragging Brian over to the dance floor, frantically in search of some company.
Laurel and I turned to each other and burst out laughing hysterically. She hopped up onto the barstool and chuckled, "He so hasn't gotten over you yet, Lilly."
"Oh please," I giggled, "Torrey's my friend."
"But from the way his voice cracked when you pretended to sweet talk him, you can definitely tell he still has a thing for you," remarked Laurel, "and don't say I'm wrong, babe. You know I'm always right."
"Depends on what you think is right," I replied, glancing over and gasping when I saw Brian and Torrey gaping at Connor and Kayla, who were both furiously grinding against each other on the dance floor and in the midst of a passionate make-out session.
"Whoa," I gasped. I could hardly believe the sight of Connor and Kayla, the two people of our group who were complete polar opposites, going at each other right in the middle of a club.
"Well there is such thing as a love-hate relationship, Lil," said Laurel bluntly, moving her eyes away from the unlikely couple.
"Hello ladies," greeted the bartender, a young fellow about the same age as me with shaggy dirty blond hair, "may I take any drink orders?"
"I'll get a Watermelon Martini," said Laurel.
"Shirley Temple, please," I said, placing my order. The bartender raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Oooh, you're being good tonight, aren't you, babe?" he said flirtatiously.
"I'm taking a night off," I replied, shutting down his flirtatious attempt.
"Well if you change your mind, Scarlet, you can always call me up and I can fix you a Sex on the Beach," he slurred, winking at me before going off to fix our drinks.
"What is with guys and sexual innuendos?" I turned to Laurel and asked irritably, "I mean guys like him should really get their mind out of the gutter."
"Lots of men are like that, Lil," said Laurel, "you're just too innocent to realize that."
"I'm not a damn innocent little girl, Laurel," I snapped, "do I look innocent to you at all?"
"Nope, you're a hottie," remarked Laurel, "think of how many guys have sucked up to you so far tonight—those two bouncers, a bunch of people around us, Torrey, the bartender, and those guys sitting in the VIP section…"
I glanced over quickly at where a section of the club was blocked off by velvet red chains of rope, blocking off access of that exclusive area to the rest of the general public. I suddenly realized who I was glancing over at chilling by the VIP section and took a second glance, exclaiming, "Wait, what?"
"I said those guys sitting by…" Laurel was suddenly cut off when she peered over my shoulder and exclaimed, "Oh my God, Lilly! The WWE Superstars are here! Right in this fucking club! They're fucking here! EEEEEEEEKK! IT'S RANDY!"
I turned my head back towards where Laurel was ogling her eyes towards the VIP section, where indeed I spotted several famous names of the WWE such as Super Cena, Christian, Randy Orton—much to Laurel's delight—and…
…him.
I couldn't believe what a big coincidence this was. I had just come from a pay-per-view where I was sitting in the front row, and that man right there had been the center of my attentions throughout the entire night.
And now he was sitting in the VIP section of the exact same club my friends and I were hanging out in right after the show.
"Lilly! Your hunky wrestler boyfriend's right there…OHMYGOD! HE'S LOOKING RIGHT AT US!"
Laurel's girlish screams cut my thoughts off and I was sent crashing back down to reality. "LILLY, LILLY! LOOK, LOOK, LOOK! YOUR LEFT!"
"This is some practical joke, right?" I asked Laurel sarcastically.
"LOOK TO YOUR FUCKING LEFT, BITCH!" she yelled at me for what was the third time.
Just to shut an extremely hyperactive Laurel up, I turned to look at my left and instantly wanted to shoot myself upon realizing she was right. Sure enough, he was sitting right there in those plush lounge chairs with a beer in his hand. He had changed out of his ring attire and was now wearing a faded dark gray leather jacket over what looked like his shirt from the online WWE shop, and a relaxed fit dark blue jeans. His hair wasn't wet like it had been earlier during his match, now it was long and blonde like it naturally was, which I assumed he'd blow-dried after taking a shower.
As we were no longer inside an arena and he was now out of character, I silently referred to him as Adam, his real name. Adam was sitting by the VIP lounge, chatting with his fellow WWE Superstar buddies, having a laugh and engaging in a conversation.
Suddenly, he snapped his head towards me and my heart did a somersault when he smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows, as though he were silently saying to me, "Yes, I'm looking at you, hot stuff."
Perhaps I'm just one of those girls he's checking out in clubs that he regularly visits, I silently thought, reminding myself not to get too excited that Adam was staring at me. But little did I realize that after a minute or two, he still hadn't taken his eyes off of mine. My whole body was getting weak from his hypnotizing stare, his piercing green eyes locked onto my own hazel green ones.
I had to refrain my jaw from dropping when I noticed him beckoning me over with a crook of his fingers, his cocky smirk changing to a genuine smile that just about made me melt. I felt the blush in my cheeks creep higher up my face and the room felt rather hot all of a sudden. I wanted to go to him, but I couldn't.
"EEEEEEEKKK! HE'S TELLING YOU TO GO TO HIM!" squealed Laurel, "Go, Lilly, go! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet the man of your dreams!"
"I can't, Laurel," I protested, "he's in the damn VIP section and I'm not authorized to be there!"
"Well maybe he could at least tell the security guys that and then you'll have free access to the VIP lounge and him!"
"But he could be referring to some other girl standing behind me!" I hissed, frantically glancing over my shoulder to make sure he was staring at them and not at little old me.
"Then how come he's looking at you and talking to his friends at the same time?" asked Laurel.
"He's looking past me, you idiot!" I protested. No way would I believe Adam Copeland was looking at me. I may have fantasized about him since I was fifteen, but I'm realistic enough to know that I'm not even close to being pretty and that you're only the center of attention for a celebrity for just fifteen seconds. I knew he was checking out some other girl behind us, or even Laurel; all the boys want her and she was a finalist in the Miss Teen USA beauty pageant when she was in high school. Besides, even if he were looking at me, what interest would he have in me? I was just some random female fan to him, and I'm quite sure wrestlers like to check out female fans once in a while.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Lilly, I suggest you start thinking," remarked Laurel, "think about it. I had a boyfriend who used to take me to WWE house shows and never in my life have I seen any wrestler glancing over at the same section more than once or twice. Believe me, Lilly, he's checking you out."
"Here you are ladies, your drinks," said the bartender, interrupting our conversation, placing our drinks on the counter, "Watermelon Martini," he announces, placing the martini glass in front of Laurel, "and a Shirley Temple, non-alcoholic, for you, Scarlet."
Laurel and I thanked the young bartender, who was just about to name our total cost until a server rushed up to him with a highball glass of what looked like an orangey-red concoction on a tray, whispering something to him quickly.
"Ah yes, Scarlet, I also forgot this," added the bartender, placing the glass next to my Shirley Temple. I eyed the drink curiously, knowing that I hadn't ordered anything else besides my Shirley Temple.
"What's that?" I asked, unfamiliar with most cocktail drinks.
"A Sex on the Beach, babe," replied the bartender, grinning at me. I shook my head and rolled my eyes sarcastically—hey, he was the one who made a sexual innuendo about it earlier!
"No, no, babe," he protested, "it's not from me, I promise!"
"Then how did this drink so magically happen to show up right in front of me?" I asked suspiciously.
"That wrestler guy over by the VIP section ordered this for you," answered the bartender truthfully. As he admitted this I turned to look back at where Adam was sitting in the VIP section, and much to my shock, he was eyeing me. When my eyes met his, he gave me a cheeky wink, causing my insides to flip again, "and he said to put that, along with you and your friend's drinks, on his bill. Lucky girl, Scarlet."
I was completely speechless at all these things I was seeing and hearing. Aside from Adam staring at me from where he and his friends were isolated from the general public, not only had he bought an extra drink for me, but he also put my drink and Laurel's martini on his bill. I was lost for thought and I still couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me tonight.
I watched Adam say something to his friends and then get up from his seat, exiting the VIP section and subtly making his way into the general public section, disappearing through the sea of partying people and then pushing his way out of the crowd. He brushed his hair away from his face and smiled.
Throughout the entire time he did these things, he hadn't taken his eyes off of me, and I was starting to feel rather hot.
"Oh my God, Lilly! He's actually coming this way!" squealed Laurel excitedly and was almost about to fall off of her seat.
"He's probably coming to talk to you, Laurel," I said to her, knowing guys like Adam would most likely go for the better-looking out of the two of us.
"Oh stop criticizing yourself, Lilly! You should at least acknowledge your redheaded beauty instead of constantly putting down your looks," advised Laurel, "besides, you're actually quite pretty."
"I certainly agree with your friend over there, babe."
I gasped when I recognized that voice from behind me. I felt my chest sprinting wildly in a rush and my breaths getting quicker and slightly heavier. I tried not to let out my inner fan girl and scream like a headless chicken, something that obviously would not have been very appropriate for a 26 year old. He was right behind me.
I dared myself to look behind and there he was, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jeans and his leather jacket opened to reveal the t-shirt underneath it. He was much taller than I thought he'd be, since I had to crane my neck up to take a good look at him, even when sitting down on a high bar stool. The subtle five o'clock shadow, though not too visible, suited him well. He smiled at me softly.
"I saw you by ringside back at the arena during my match," Adam began, his deep husky voice sending shivers down my spine, "and it's quite a coincidence that we both ended up in the same nightclub right after the show."
"It is," I agreed, finding myself lost in his soft green eyes as he walked over to stand next to me on my left, propping his elbow against the counter while standing sideways facing me.
"I'm Adam, Adam Copeland," he introduced to me, sliding his large hand across the smooth counter and grasping my hand in his, stroking the back of it. I felt my heart flutter in my chest upon his skin contacting mine. He glanced up at me and smirked, just the way I loved it, "but I guess you knew that already, judging from that two-sided poster supporting my character you were waving whenever I glanced at your direction, which I have to say, was quite often, if you asked me. Cena almost knocked me out with that shoulder block since I almost lost concentration on the match momentarily."
I giggled and took a quick sip of my Shirley Temple. I felt Adam's hand squeeze mine cheekily. "So you're choosing to drink from that instead of the drink I ordered you?" he asked me playfully.
"Well I did order this drink first," I pointed out, gulping the entire glass down in just one second.
"Damn woman, you can drink," said Adam, pretending to be surprised, "speaking of which, beautiful, I need to know your name before I get to know you any further."
Without hesitation I introduced myself. "Cute name, Lilly Hazel," complimented Adam, brushing his lips against my knuckles.
"I…I…" I began to stutter, but he squeezed my hand again in assurance.
"No need to be nervous, Lilly," his voice sauntered throughout every single nerve of my body, "you're absolutely beautiful."
I swore I nearly choked on my spit right there. Rarely have I had anyone notice me at all due to my supposed 'depressing' fashion sense, and Adam Copeland calling me beautiful encompassed every single compliment anyone had ever given me. I suddenly felt rather flustered and was left momentarily silent.
"I…thank you…" I murmured, not knowing what else to say.
"No need to thank me, Lilly Hazel," insisted Adam, "I want to know more about you. Of course you wouldn't mind if you told me a little bit about yourself first, since you are obviously a longtime fan considering your sign's reference to my five second pose from the early days of Edge & Christian reeking of awesomeness."
I laughed and shared a few facts about myself, as I wasn't a huge fan of telling my whole life story to strangers whom I'd only just met. I told him nothing more aside from the fact that I was studying at RISD and tonight my friends had taken me to watch Backlash because my birthday was the day before and they wanted to treat me. I also told him about how I got interested in professional wrestling and that it had been a childhood interest that I still enjoyed till this day.
"I don't know too many pretty girls like yourself who watched Bret Hart and Hulk Hogan instead of playing with their Barbies when they were little," said Adam, "I'm quite impressed, Lilly Pad."
"Lilly Pad?" I asked, not at all dumbfounded at that corny nickname he'd just given me, "unless you want me to 'accidentally' spill my drink all over your shirt, I suggest you not call me that."
"Oooh, feisty," he teased, winking at me once again. I took a large gulp of the drink he ordered me and instantly I began coughing furiously, the alcohol burning my insides. I drank alcohol, but the most hardcore I've ever tried was wine, and that stuff didn't even contain half of the content my drink contained. I felt a sharp headache hit me and I felt my eyelids lower as I clutched my forehead.
"Oh fuck! Are you okay, Lilly?" exclaimed Adam, noticing the effects of the drink wearing me out negatively. He wrapped an arm around me and I immediately stiffened; why did he act like he cared about me only just when I met him? I couldn't think of a single guy that would put his arm around me for the first time I meet him.
"I'm sorry…" I coughed, choking a laugh as I tried to calm down, "it's just…I'm not used to drinking something like that…"
"That explains the Shirley Temple," he stated, "and no problem. Next time I order you a drink I'll make sure I get you something mild."
I started to feel lightheaded and before realizing it, I felt my heavy head collapse against Adam's rock hard shoulder. "Hey, you don't look good at all," said Adam worriedly, brushing a few stray hairs away from my flushed face, "why don't I take you back to my room so you can rest up?"
My eyes shot open and I felt a jolt of electricity hit me. Adam Copeland just offered to bring me up to his hotel room. All of a sudden, I began to panic, not knowing what to do at this point, because my head hurt like a bitch and I could hardly concentrate on my thoughts. The only words that replayed through my mind were from that last question he brought up. I was absolutely frozen to the spot upon my disbelief.
"I don't know…" I sighed, "maybe I should tell my friends, but I don't want to ruin their fun."
"Then come with me, sweetheart," he flashed me that heartwarming grin which made me melt into a puddle. And with that, I gave in. He wrapped a muscular arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze, leading me away from the bar.
"Oh my God, Lilly! You're with…with…" gasped Kayla excitedly, suddenly breaking herself away from Connor, who looked extremely disappointed as he was about to kiss her.
"Lilly Hazel, where are you going with your new hunky boyfriend?" teased Laurel, "don't call if you're late!"
"Laurel!" I exclaimed, not wanting to give her the wrong idea as I heard Adam chuckle next to me. Adam was just letting me rest up in his room, why turn down the opportunity to spend some time with my crush of eleven years?
My head was beginning to stir; that cocktail was quite strong and I wasn't quite used to it, having taken a big gulp of it. I could vaguely hear Torrey yelling, "How the hell did he get you, Lilly? And where the fuck is he taking you?"
"Shut your ass, Torrey, Lilly doesn't look very good," said Laurel.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Brian, "it's…"
"Shush!" hissed Kayla, planting her hand over Brian's mouth before he could scream out the name, "don't attract attention!"
"My head hurts," I moaned half-sleepily, leaning against Adam's chest.
"Don't worry, Torrey, he'll take care of her," said Connor.
"She's not feeling well and I'm taking her somewhere quiet to let her rest," assured Adam, gently escorting me out of the noisy atmosphere and into the almost empty parking lot.
"Where are we going?"
"Damn, you're obviously not feeling well at all, Lilly," said Adam, gently placing me in the front seat while he hopped in the driver's seat of his rental car. He felt my forehead before taking off for whatever destination he had in mind. I felt nauseous and light-headed and I was dying to crash into my bed. I passed out momentarily in that front seat as the alcohol took over my sense of thought…
I was suddenly jolted awake two minutes later by the screeching halt of the car and the jerk of the brakes, interrupting my brief nap. I squinted my eyes, fluttering my eyelids as I tried to picture the blinding bright lights in front of me. Slumping back into my seat, I heard the clinking of keys, the click of the car door opening, and then shuffles coming from my right side.
"Adam?" I moaned softly, not knowing where I was at this point, "where are we?"
"C'mon, babe, let's get you upstairs," said Adam, grasping my arm and pulling me out of the car, gently wrapping an arm around my waist as he escorted me to the hotel. By now the effects of the alcohol were beginning to wear off and I was starting to feel my surroundings around me. All I knew at this very moment was that Adam Copeland was taking me up to his hotel room to rest up before letting me head home to my apartment, which I had no clue how far away it was, since I'd never been to this part of town before. We began walking towards the elevators.
Adam slid his card key into the slot of the elevator button panel before pressing one of the round buttons that would cause the elevator to bring us up to his room. His arm was still wrapped around my waist and at the same time, he was holding my hand in his larger palm. As the elevator took us up several floors, I was looking up at Adam, whose attention was focused on the screen blinking numbers in consecutive order. What was he thinking now that he had me alone? Was he simply going to let me lay down for a bit, sign me an autograph, and then let me go home? I expected nothing else to go further than that; after all, I silently bet he's done this with many other female fans like myself before.
All of a sudden, realizing he was taking me up to his hotel room, I felt frightened. What was I going to do in the same room as Adam? Could that perhaps mean he had something planned for me as soon as I stepped into his hotel room?
"Adam?"
"Yeah, babe?" he asked, flashing me that dazzling smile once again that made me feel weak in the knees. No, I silently reminded myself, don't act like the retarded, giggly fan girl that you'll find in every single arena. I can't make myself look like a fool, let alone easy to him. I'm not that kind of girl. But that smile instantly brought me into a trance and I lost all thought of what I was trying to tell him.
"I have to go home," was all I could reply.
"You don't look good at all, babe," insisted Adam, stepping in front of me and cupping my cheeks, circling the skin with his thumbs, "I'm not letting you get home like this. C'mon, just stay for a couple of minutes."
"Adam, I'm not that kind of girl," I protested gently, "if you're really taking me up to your hotel room because you want to turn me into a ring rat, then—"
His lips on mine suddenly cut my words off and my mind instantly went blank. All I could feel was Adam kissing me. His lips were so soft and gentle as they massaged my own, the kiss light and tender until I felt Adam's tongue gliding across my bottom lip. Just earlier tonight I was sitting by ringside with my friends and a couple thousand other people, watching Edge and John Cena battling out in a Last Man Standing Match. I was cheering on the man who eventually won the title from his opponent.
I had worshipped that man since I was a mere fifteen year old. I had his face all over my bedroom wall back in my house in Toronto. I had every single one of his matches recorded, whether it be on cassette or DVD. I had nearly most of his merchandise dating back from the days of his tag teaming with Christian. I had been a fan of his since the very first day he debuted in the WWE. Since watching him emerge from the crowd that day eleven years ago, I'd been in love with him, dying to meet him.
And now, eleven years later, I was kissing him in a hotel elevator.
This can't be real, it can't be, I thought, pinching myself a few times to try and snap out of this dream I was having. I was probably still feeling dizzy from the strong alcoholic content of that cocktail. When I pinch myself awake, I'll be lying in Brian's van with the rest of my friends as we drive back home to our dorms.
The 'ding' of the elevator sounded and I instantly tore my lips away from Adam, who was staring at me intently, his green eyes poring over me, burning a hole in my skin. No, I wasn't dreaming at all. I actually kissed him.
But why hadn't I felt like I'd floated up into the clouds? I'd just kissed the hunkiest and the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. I'd just kissed my wrestler crush since I was a teenager. Yes, I did feel sparks, but they didn't last very long.
Maybe it's because I'd only just met the guy and then out of nowhere he decides to kiss me, I thought.
"You are an amazing kisser, babe," Adam growled seductively, pushing my mind back up to the clouds. I couldn't help but let out a dorky giggle.
"And you're laugh is incredibly sexy," he added, his never ending compliments only fueling the burning sensation in my cheeks. He led me down the hall and then stopped in front of a door, which I supposed was his room. He briefly let go of me to slide the keycard into the slot to unlock the door and pushed it open.
"Come on in, Lilly Pad," he invited me, gesturing for me to enter first. Normally I would've been offended by that corny nickname, but because I somehow couldn't think sensibly and this was Adam Copeland calling me that, I gave into him and let him slip by with that one. Giving into him, I slowly walked into the dimly lit room without a single reconsideration crossing my mind.
That spellbinding kiss had prevented me from being myself at all. I was usually realistic, witty, and sensible whenever it came to this type of situation where a stranger invited me to his bedroom, but Adam kissing me quickly erased every single trace of practical thinking. I'd kissed a few guys before, but never have any of those guys' kisses put me under their spell, just like Adam's was doing to me right now.
As Adam closed the door behind me, I stood on the spot admiring the luxurious setting of the room Adam had booked for his stay in Providence. The pale, silk curtains were drawn apart from the large balcony window next to the large, fluffy king-sized bed adorned with pillows of different shapes and sizes. The sight of the bed instantly hit me—I realized what Adam's true intentions were in bringing me up here. Now, I was beginning to panic, not knowing what to do in this situation, for it was the famous Adam Copeland's hotel room I was standing in, and the occupant of the room lurking behind me.
I let out a gasp when I felt a pair of arms slither around my waist from behind, pulling me slowly into a much taller, muscular frame. I felt the heat close behind me and I shivered upon realizing he was just centimeters behind. One arm slipped off my waist and crawled up my back, taking my hair out of the side ponytail it was clipped in. Brushing my hair away from the side of my neck, I felt his fingers dancing on my exposed skin and I could feel him breathing onto my neck, the ends of his blond hair brushing onto my skin.
His arm returned back around my waist, pulling me in closer to him if that were possible. I can't believe this is actually happening. I was whipped back to reality when I felt Adam's soft lips against my skin, kissing my neck slowly and gently. I fluttered my eyes shut and leaned my head back against his chest. I could smell the aftershave still tainted on his stubble despite the early hours of this morning long gone. Adam traveled his kisses up towards my ear, his lips tracing the curve of my lobes.
"Mmmm…" he purred, as he began to slide his hands up and down my sides, "you taste so good, baby…"
I gasped when he squeezed my butt playfully and he chuckled at my response. That was when I knew I had to get out of this situation before letting myself get taken advantage of by a stranger, something I had sworn never to do in my life.
"Adam…stop…" I groaned, as one of his hands went down to my thigh and began rubbing the exposed skin below my mid-thigh.
"Make me," he teased, crawling his fingers underneath the skirt of my dress. This was followed by his hand sliding up my thigh and underneath my dress.
At that moment, I wasn't going to let him tease me and seduce me any longer with his sweet talk and gestures, even if he was my longtime wrestler crush. I knew I was much better than that, letting a complete stranger take advantage of me. I grabbed his hand before it could creep up my skirt any further to stop him, because I knew he had gone too far.
"I can't do this," I breathed, pushing away from him and quickly rushing to the door after grabbing my purse. I was surprised he hadn't made any attempt to grab me and prevent my escape.
"I'm sorry, Adam, Edge, whatever your name is," I said quickly, grasping the door handle and pulling the door wide open, "I had a great night, but I think it should stop here. As much as I think you're a really great guy, I'm not going to do this. I've been a fan of yours since the beginning of your run with the WWE, but I know better than to let you take advantage of me and scar me with the title of 'ring rat' for the rest of my life. I may be one of the many girls you've picked up and taken to your hotel room but I could be the only one who'd turn you down. I'm sorry Adam, I can't do this and I won't do this with you. I'm just not that kind of girl."
And with that I was taking off for the elevator, struggling to fight the tears escaping from my eyes.