Almost surreal. That was the only to describe it. Paul had just been dropped off at the office in his own Mercedes by his girlfriend, if that was even what she was, to start his first day working for a new boss who happened to not even be his ex wife yet. It caused Paul to shake his head as he made his way across the lobby of WWE headquarters. At least there was good news to go with all of this lunacy, he had undergone another MRI on his knee and the injury had not worsened as he had feared. In under three months all of this crap would be behind him and he would be back in the ring doing what he loved to do and in a week or two he could get rid of these stupid crutches as long as he was very careful when walking. But could he actually last three months working for Trish?

"Excuse me. Excuse me, Mr. Levesque?"

One of the young women working on the large reception desk was calling him over there. For what? He made his way over there and asked the attractive red haired woman, "What is it?"

"Sir I've been told to tell you to go straight to Mrs. Molinaro's office when you arrive."

The way this was phrased did not surprise Paul but it irritated him, "Did she say to ask me or to tell me?"

"Tell you sir."

"Did she tell you to say please?"

"Uh... I don't think Mrs. Molinaro says please to people."

Paul grinned, "Then you know what to tell her if she asks why I didn't show up." Without waiting for a reply he headed towards the elevator with a satisfied smile on his face. If Laura wanted him to do something she could ask him herself and do so properly. Of course the fact that disobeying her would piss her off was another bonus. They may have shaken hands but she had talked about ending animosity not ending pissing her off.

It felt strange as he entered the elevator that he had to press the button for the seventh floor as that was where the creative department was located. He was used to working on and visiting the much more impressive tenth floor but for the next few months he would have to deal with it. He was alone in the elevator and it did not stop on any other floor as it made its ascent. Upon reaching the seventh floor the doors slid open and Paul immediately sighed.

The woman leaning against the wall in the hallway in front of him shook her head in disappointment, "Oh Paul. How did I know this would happen?"

Paul wondered why Laura was on the seventh floor waiting for him? Then it clicked, the answer was obvious; she had been waiting to see if he would disobey her request which of course stupidly he had. "Okay you got me," Paul sighed as he exited the elevator.

What was even more surprising than her presence on the seventh floor was her appearance. She wore a dress which was remarkable enough by itself but the bright blue color in contrast with her dark skin made her look incredible and the necklace with the angel was still there too. Paul was no expert in women's fashion to say the least but what he did know was that the dress showed her legs. Finally he got to see them and just as he had always imagined they must be, they were amazing. There was nothing like a pair of perfectly shaped long legs like these. Well, apart from a huge pair of tits which sadly she did not have. Hers were reasonable but if she invested some money they could be so much better. She had also had someone do something with her hair and that looked great too.

"Excuse the way I'm dressed, I have a charity event and then a lunch to fly out for soon."

Now what was more surprising, the fact that his deliberate ignorance of her instruction had been dropped so easily or the fact that she did work for charity? And excuse the way she was dressed? Was she on drugs? She looked incredible, stunning. In fact Paul felt himself actually lusting for the woman despite hating her and despite being in a new relationship with Stephanie. He told himself to stop, he could not go down that path again. Getting caught cheating was shit plus Laura was married to that asshole. Putting his feelings aside as much as possible he demanded, "Why did you tell me to go to your office and then wait here?"

This actually drew a smile, "Firstly I was almost certain that you would ignore me and secondly if you had actually gone to my office my secretary would have called me and I would have walked in and you would have had no idea where I had been." Of course she had planned the whole thing thoroughly, he told himself that he should have seen it coming as she continued, "These three months will be a lot easier if we can cut out this kind of stupidity."

"Point taken," Paul lied, "So why do you want me? I'm here for work as we agreed so what is it?"

Laura moved away from her position against the wall, "Isn't it obvious? I need to introduce Trish to her new member of staff. Follow me."

She turned and walked away as Paul demanded, "You haven't even told Trish about this?"

"Everyone needs to have some fun in life Paul," she chirped without turning around or slowing down as she headed down the hallway much faster than he could follow on his crutches.

Trish Levesque was satisfied with life as she made progress with her first cup of green tea of the day as she sat at her desk. Being in charge of the creative department was great, it was what she had wanted for so long and now she was actually doing it. Not only that the ratings were still really high despite her so called husband getting injured at the most inconvenient time. The ratings were all that mattered and they were high so Laura Molinaro loved her. As long as she was on the correct side of the boss she knew there was nothing to worry about.

"Good morning Trish."

This was a surprise, here was the boss now and in her office doorway too. Since when did she go around making visits? This must be a privilege of some kind. Trish gave her best smile and made sure to get the pronunciation of her name perfect although she always found it tough, "Good morning Laura. What can I do for you?"

The smile on the boss' face looked... what did it look like? Amusement maybe? Why? Laura walked into the office and closed the door, "Nothing actually," Laura clarified, "I've recruited someone else for your team. I know he's a very talented writer and he's capable of some really creative ideas."

Trish smiled back, "Great. Who is it? And how are you so sure of his ability?"

The voice grew a little colder, "You should be sure of it too. Most of what you're using right now is his work apparently."

The cup of green tea had been half way to Trish's mouth when she froze. Was Laura really saying what it sounded like she was saying? "Paul? You're not going to make me work with Paul?"

Laura grinned, "No. For the next three months I'm going make Paul work for you. Understood?"

Now Trish realised what Laura was getting at. She was going to be Paul's boss for three months. This was going to be great, for her at least. Her bastard husband on the other hand would feel quite differently about it. Laura clearly wanted Paul to suffer and suffer he would. Trish gave a huge smile, "Oh my, thank you Laura."

"Don't mention it. Enjoy." Laura opened the door and disappeared but her voice could be heard outside in the hallway and it was full of humor, "You can go in now, meet your boss. And play nicely both of you or I'll bang your heads together."

Paul bit his tongue to avoid asking Laura how she felt about him taking her and Trish and banging their heads together instead. In any case he was too late as Laura had marched away leaving him no choice but to head into Trish's office. He was dreading the smile that was certain to be on her face before he walked in and actually saw it. "Well this is a turn of events huh?" Trish asked smugly.

At least when things like this happened with Laura at some base level there was an element of gamesmanship to it that he enjoyed in a way and he thought that maybe she did too. Why else would she have made the effort to wait for him outside of the elevator? It was clear that no one else stood up to her the way he did and while it undoubtedly pissed her off he suspected that she respected him a little for it too. None of this was the case with Trish, she had only spoken one sentence and it was full of spite and hatred.

"So that's how this is going be?"

Trish drained her cup of tea and took great satisfaction in informing him, "You bet your ass it is." She held out her empty white cup, "I'll take another green tea. When you bring it back I'll see what I can find for you to work on."

Already Paul was getting pissed off big time, "How long did we live together? You know I don't make tea. Especially that muck."

"You better learn fast then because you do now."

Paul tried a different tack, "I'm injured, I can't go around doing your fetching and carrying. I can't even carry a cup of tea. I have to walk on these crutches."

"So go make it and ask someone else nicely to bring it for you."

"Come on Trish..."

"Don't Trish me. You can refer to me as boss or Miss Stratus."

Paul was boiling now, "You're taking the piss right? I'm not calling you Miss Stratus, we're not even divorced yet for fuck's sake. And boss? Please.

The expression on Trish's face hardened even more, "Yes we're not divorced and that's a pity. Go."

After snatching the empty cup Paul made his way out of her office and set about looking for the canteen. As he did so he complained to himself, "Three months. I'm ready to kill the bitch after less than three minutes. You better appreciate this Stephanie."

Five minutes later Paul returned to Trish's office with some other guy who had been in the canteen carrying the tea. The guy had looked frankly stunned to find Triple H making tea in the same canteen as him and appeared to consider it an honor to carry the cup for him. The guy set the cup in front of Trish who ordered Paul, "Say thank you to Steve."

Being spoken to like a child in front of this man was so embarrassing but Paul managed, "Thanks man."

"Pleasure." The man hurried off clearly wondering what the hell was going on. "Sit," Trish ordered.

"Yes boss," Paul put as much sarcasm into it as he could which was a great deal. "What would you like me to do? Wash your car? Kiss your ass?"

"Wash my car maybe when your knee heals some but kiss my ass? No chance. You can do that with your slut if that's what she likes."

This was too much for Paul who yelled, "Enough! Giving me shit is one thing but I'm not going to sit here and take that."

Trish backed down a little, "You're right. Okay so, work. Since you already met Steve you can work with him, he's working on something for the divas title. You like writing storylines for women, right?"

With his eyes closed Paul counted to three in his head to try to keep his cool and managed to say, "I'll get on that then." It took him a couple of minutes to find where Steve was working and to sit at the desk next to him. He was not even sure the guy believed him when he was informed that Paul would be working with him but Paul asked, "What's our brief?"

"Basically we've got to give someone a push for the divas title. I've not done anything on it at all yet, the boss only just put me on it. Oh yeah, there's only one order on this, for some reason we're not allowed to use Stephanie McMahon. Don't ask me why."

Paul sighed, "I already know why. Don't worry about it."

With that Paul began the first day of many in hell, wondering why on Earth he had agreed to this. Why had he not been able to tell resist helping Stephanie? Why had the sight of her crying affected him the way it had? If he had just ended it then and not reacted to Laura supposedly releasing her this would not be happening.

"Shit," he growled as a further realisation hit him. Now he was almost certain of it, Laura never was going to allow Stephanie to be released, she was just playing him. "She played me like a fucking violin and I went right along with it. What an asshole. Now I'm committed to this shit for three months. I'll never make it that long. I'm talking to myself too." It was lucky that Steve had gone to the men's room.

It was then that Paul realised that maybe it was not Stephanie crying that had made him do what he had done. Sure that must have played a part but could it have been his desire to compete with Laura? Some fucking woman trying to get the better of him, and succeeding too which was even worse. Yes, that was what it was!

Laura needed putting firmly in her place and she needed a damn good fucking too. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone? If he fucked her he would be the boss of the two without doubt. He would be in control and he would be able to hold it over her and threaten to ruin her marriage whenever he liked. He could soon get out of this joke job working for Trish that way as well. He was willing to bet that fucking Laura would be amazing too, the way she looked in that dress earlier returned to him as did the thought that she must be wild. What would it be like to make her beg for more in Italian? What a turn on that would be!

He briefly considered that he was back on the slippery slope again as he started to get hard at the thoughts he was having. He had been with Trish and wanted Stephanie but now he was with Stephanie he wanted Laura but it was what it was. The woman was crazy hot, what was he supposed to do? He only had to fuck her once, that was all. One fuck and all of his problems would be solved. He would make sure that no one else saw them too, he had learned that lesson and he did not want Stephanie to find out.

So, how was he going to go about this? How to fuck a married woman who hated him? It was a much better subject to think about than the divas title that was for sure.

Laura Molinaro sipped from a cup of strong black coffee and savoured the hit it gave her. She was sitting next to her husband on her private jet as they travelled towards the charity event they were attending at a special needs school.

"What are you so pleased about?" Apparently her husband had noticed the smile on her face.

"I had an enjoyable morning, what's wrong with that?"

"Laura this is me you're talking to. You hate getting up earlier than usual, you hate wearing a dress and you hate flying. Usually you would be in a mood right now but instead you look like the cat that got the cream, so spill."

"Oh okay. I've got Paul Levesque working for Trish for three months while he's injured."

She watched her husband's eyes narrow as though he suspected his memory might be failing him, "I thought they were getting divorced?"

"They are. Just keep an eye on her at your department head meetings. She's still on trial."

A grin appeared on Dan's face now, "You're evil, you know that? You can't seriously expect them to work together for three months?"

Laura beamed back at him, "Yeah but you love me for it and honestly no I don't expect him to last the three months but he gave his word so I've got time to think of something else to punish him with if he comes to me begging to break it. It will be great when he does that, I love getting under that guy's skin after how he ran his mouth at me and he makes it so easy."

"You take things like that way too seriously."

"Yes I do. Shut up and come here." Laura leaned over and they began to kiss, paying no regard to the stewardess who pretended not to watch from the other side of the cabin with a grin on her face. It was sweet to see such a happy couple and remarkable how much the boss changed around her husband. If only he would travel with her every time she flew.