Lea normally didn't like working out during busy hours at the gym. She actually was the kind who went during the night. So when Roman told her they were going to the gym, she wanted to scream.

No one was listening to her opinion. At least when she was dating Drew, she had freedom to come and go as she pleased.

She always felt that they had a true partnership. At least, that had been her opinion. Obviously she had been wrong.

Now she felt she was in a dictatorship relationship. If you could even call this a relationship. She had no real freedom. The only time she was by herself out on the road was when she was in her hotel room and the bathroom.

As she was stretching out, Roman came over. They weren't familiar with her workout regimen. While she lifted weights, she usually focused on cardio. She relied on her martial arts background.

Having spent years around well toned men, she usually blocked out the men's bodies. Unfortunately, she had never seen Dean Ambrose without a shirt.

She kept running her eyes over his body. His physic was phenomenal. She was disgusted by her body's reaction. Her body was betraying her.

Dean was well aware of Lea's eyes on him. He even went out of his way to lift more than usual. He was enjoying her reaction.

When he was doing pull ups, he heard her breathe in sharply. He felt a sick satisfaction.

Dropping to the ground, he walked over to her at the treadmill. Shutting it off, he met her eyes.

"I need a spotter."

"Get Roman or Seth. I'm busy."

As usual, he didn't listen and grabbed her by the hand. He walked to the bench and started loading the weights.

She was duly impressed by the amount of weights he was putting on the bar.

As he laid back and situated himself, she stared down into his eyes.

"What makes you think I won't let you choke to death?"

Dean smirked at her sass. "Nah, kitten. You're too tenderhearted remember? Isn't that what got you into this mess, as you like to call it?"

"I hate you."

"I know kitten."

"Stop calling me that."

Ignoring her, Dean lifted the bar. Seeing she wasn't going to assist him, he let it drop a little.

Without thinking, she immediately helped him straighten it out.

"Told you. You can't help it. You are programmed to help those in need."

Realizing she had been played, she waited til he was worn out. She circled around to where he was laying and sat down on his chest. Using her strength, she pushed the bar down on his collarbone.

Seeing him struggle against her, she felt a perverse sense of pleasure.

Leaning in close, she placed her mouth next to his.

"Have you ever pissed a kitten off before? Ever felt their claws embed deep into your skin?"

As she stared into his eyes, seeing him struggle to lift the crushing weight off his neck, Seth threw her off him.

"You fucking bitch, what's wrong with you?"

Roman was conflicted. He couldn't decide who to protect. He stood in between Seth and Lea.

Dean pushed the weight off his chest and jumped off the bench.

He grabbed Seth and spun him around.

"Never put your hands on her again."

Seth was confused. He expected Dean to be pissed at Lea. Not defend her.

Storming past Roman, he grabbed Lea by the back of her neck and stormed into the women's locker room.

Pushing her against the wall, he covered her mouth with his. Watching her play mindgames with him had pushed him over the edge.

He was horny and needed to feel some release. He had tried to bury his feelings for Lea for a year now.

Now she was single and he was determined to make her his. Whether she agreed with his plan or not. Given enough time, she would fall for him.

Wrapping her legs around Dean's waist, Lea felt her blood pounding in her ears. She had missed the feel of a man's hands on her body. Tasting a man on her tongue.

She clawed at his shorts. She needed him inside of her now. Feel him pounding in and out of her.

Dean pulled her sweats down. Trailing his tongue down her sweaty body. The pleasure of his hot breathe caused her to shiver and moan.

Just as his mouth reached her lower stomach, they heard the door open.

They rushed to straighten their clothes. Roman walked into the room. He took a moment to assess the situation. He covered his amusement by clearing his throat.

Dean told Lea to get dressed and then he walked out knocking his shoulder into Roman's.

He was not amused by the untimely interruption. Even worse by the fact that he was sporting an obvious hard-on. He grabbed his gym bag and went back to wait for Lea.

They had unfinished business that needed to be resolved. As Lea exited the ladies' room, she ignored Dean.

She was pissed that he had caught her in a vulnerable moment. She had never been ashamed if the fact that she had sexual needs. She was just ashamed that she had almost let Dean help her get her rocks off.

She planned to create some separation between Dean and her. She would stick with Roman for awhile. She didn't trust Seth. He didn't seem to mind putting his hands on her.

She jumped into the passenger seat. Fully prepared to ignore Dean. She could play the dumb blonde. She had her whole life.

Roman kept staring back into the backseat. If he knew Dean, he wouldn't stay quite very long. He could almost hear the clock winding down. His guess was five minutes tops.

Sure enough, four minutes later, Dean started moving around. As smart as he was, he still didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

"So, are we going to pretend we weren't about to fuck back there? I mean I'm used to the quick fucks for a few bucks."

Lea lost her composure and before Roman could stop her, she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed halfway into the backseat.

She tore into Dean like a wild animal. She was sick of being treated like garbage.

Roman pulled over onto the shoulder and tried to break up the fight.

He couldn't believe that Dean had actually said that. If he had it his way, Dean would get the ass-kicking he deserved.

Unfortunately, they were drawing attention from the traffic on the busy highway. So he walked around to the passenger seat and carefully pulled Lea out.

He was stunned to see tears streaming down her cheeks. His protective instincts kicked in and he cradled her against his chest. As soon as he could, he was going to kick Dean's ass.

Dean regretted his words as he heard the heartwrenching sobs. He would never intentionally hurt her. He just needed to know if the nature of their relationship had changed.

He climbed out of the car and pulled Lea out of Roman's embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, cradled her against him, and whispered into her ear.

"Don't cry Kitten. I'm sorry that I said that in front of the guys. That was wrong. But I still meant what I said. Would it have meant anything to you had we fucked?"

"I honestly don't know. The only thing I do know is that we will never in a situation to find out again."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that Kitten."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Holding her close for a moment longer, he slowly released her. Then climbed back inside.

Lea returned to the passenger seat. She felt like she was in a daze. She wanted to think everything over.