Lea was sitting in Stephanie's office. Listening to how the ratings were skyrocketing. She was not amused by the situation.

They wanted her to portray Dean's girlfriend. It didn't seem to matter to Stephanie and Vince that her personal life was playing out on screen in front of millions of people.

Any hope of mending fences with Drew was slipping away. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

On one hand, she realized that the relationship wasn't worth fighting for. But she still loved Drew. He had been the most important person in her life for so long.

She reluctantly agreed to the storyline. After all, short of quitting, she really had no option. She just didn't want to blur the line between real and make believe when it came to Dean.

Dean was already pushing her buttons. She wasn't ready for another relationship. Especially with someone so intense. She wasn't sure she even liked him.

As Lea was in Stephanie's office, Dean was in Paul's office. He knew Lea was going to be pissed. She had made her feelings known loud and clear. She didn't want her private life made public. As a private person, he completely understood and agreed with her.

However he planned to make the most of it. As an on-screen couple, he could make out with her, gain her trust, her friendship.

Lea was outside Paul's office waiting for Dean. She knew better than to leave without him. It just wasn't worth the hassle. She was learning which battles to pick. This wasn't a fight worth picking.

She wanted to set some ground rules. Just because they were portraying a couple was not going to give him the right to do whatever he wanted. The first time he stepped out of bounds, she planned to knock his block off.

As he walked out of his meeting, she grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards the elevator.

"Food, now."

"Okay, but you do realize that you eat more than Seth, Roman, and me combined?"

"You really want to discuss my eating habits? Seriously, you trying to piss me off."

"No. Just making an observation. I actually find it refreshing to see a woman who enjoys her food."

Rolling her eyes, she walked towards the lobby.

"Taxi or walk?"

"Taxi."

As Dean waved down a taxi, she caught herself staring at his ass. She needed to be careful. He was really starting to get under her skin.

She forced herself to look away. Unfortunately, she wasn't fast enough. Caught red-handed again. Dean just smirked. She punched him in the stomach.

"Don't read anything into it."

"Kitten, you can look at my ass or anything else anytime you want. Believe me I don't mind."

As they rode towards the restaurant, she started dozing off. Something about riding in the backseat always made her sleepy. She leaned against Dean and snuggled into his chest.

Dean wrapped his arm around her, pulled her close, and began running his fingers through her hair.

He knew she was starting to fall for him. Otherwise, she wouldn't let her guard down like this. But she was fighting it.

"Dean?"

"Yeah kitten?"

"Why do you even care about me? It's not like I'm overly nice to you."

"You really want to know."

"Of course, I'm curious."

"It's your smile. You have this smile that just lights up the room. You are different from most everyone I have ever known. You don't have an agenda."

"So if I had been a cold, bitchy asshole, you wouldn't have feelings for me."

"Sure, just not pleasant ones."

Lea busted out laughing.

She was amazed at what Dean had said about her. She didn't see herself that way. People often called her tender-hearted but they also used a snarky tone.

"You make me feel safe."

"Is that high on your list?"

"The most important thing on my list. My childhood wasn't all sunshine and smiles either. My dad was abusive. He beat my mother regularly. Then when I was 14, he left for work one day and never came back."

"I'm sorry. I never knew my dad. My mom was a crack whore."

"Wow. That's horrible. How did you manage to survive?"

"I almost didn't. But I had wrestling. That was my ambition. I knew from the time I was a little boy that I wanted to be a wrestler."

"Would it be cheesy if I said I was proud of you?"

Dean felt his heart stop for a second and his eyes burned. He squeezed her tight.

"No Kitten. It wouldn't be cheesy at all."

Lea thought she heard tears in his voice but she didn't want to embarrass him.

"Everyone used to make fun of me. When I said I wanted to be a pro wrestler. They told me to grow up and get a real job. I used to cry at night. Then I started taking martial arts."

"The same people who made fun of my dreams were the same ones who cheered me on at competitions. They never realized that I took martial arts so that I could be a pro wrestler."

"Kids can be so cruel."

"Yeah. Except it wasn't kids. It was teachers, guidance counselors, adults who are supposed to encourage you to follow your dreams."

"I didn't have anyone to encourage me either. Teachers didn't really care about the crack whore's son. He was just another piece of garbage. Why waste their breathe."

"If I have kids, I'm going to be a better parent. Help them live their dream. Make their road easier to travel."

Dean was enjoying their heart-to-heart conversation. He felt like he was getting to know the side of Lea that very few people ever saw."

Unfortunately, the taxi pulled up to the restaurant and the moment was over. As she climbed out of the taxi, he could almost see her put her mask back on.

They were seated immediately. The conversation turned to their meetings. She wanted to make sure he understood what her comfort zone was.

"I just don't want to become the next Lita. No offense to her, but her on-screen relationship with Edge was a little trashy. I'm not overtly comfortable with PDA."

"I understand but we also have to give the fans a show. They want a show. So how about this. We give them a toned down version of AJ and Dolph?"

Lea began playing videos of AJ and Dolph in her head.

"Well since your the psychotic one, you're obviously AJ. Which makes me the flashy one."

"Wait… we aren't recreating them. Just using them as an example."

Lea rolled her eyes. "Well duh. Although I was looking forward to being the female Dolph."

"Did you just say Duh? What are you five?"

"Well that would make you a pedophile. So ewwww."

"Just eat your food."

Lea was in a playful mood so she began to sing under her breath "Dean is a ped, Dean is a ped."

Dean narrowed his eyes. He couldn't believe that she was joking around and acting goofy in public.

He motioned for the check and gave their server his credit card.

He leaned forward. "You're playing with fire, little girl."

Lea smiled wickedly. "You called me little girl. Ha ha. You are a ped."

Dean was speechless. He was not prepared for this side of Lea.

Suddenly, Lea straightened up and became all business.

Dean knew something was wrong. He quickly signed the credit card slip, added a nice tip, and stood up. Scanning the room for danger.

Immediately he spotted Drew at a table across the restaurant. He turned to Lea. Seeing her jaw muscle flexing, he helped her from her chair.

"Ignore him, Kitten. He can't do anything."

Slipping her hand into his, she squeezed his hand in gratitude.

Thankfully, the exit was the other direction. So they managed to avoid causing a scene.

Knowing they were still being watched, Dean slowly caressed her face and kissed her gently in the lips.

"Hey Kitten, what would Dolph do in this situation?"

Lea threw her head back and laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Let's get out of here. Maybe if we are lucky, we'll get a flight to Tampa that doesn't have a certain Scotsman on it."

"No. If we do that, we look like a couple of pussys. We're going to go get rooms at a hotel and tonight we're going to go out and get drunk."

"Only problem with that plan, we don't have an overnight bag."

"So, we'll go shopping. Buy a few necessities and then we'll be set."

They went to the local WalMart. Bought toiletries and Lea slipped away and bought some lingerie. She was going to shock Dean later tonight.