As Paul walked towards the bar and towards Laura she gave him the perfect way to open by almost draining her drink, whatever it was. "Can I refill that for you?" He asked as he sat down next to her. The only reaction that he saw was that Laura closed her eyes for a second before almost mumbling, "Go away Paul. I don't have the energy to get angry again tonight." This was something new. Paul had never seen or heard Laura like this before. She had not looked at him but she looked tired and sounded dejected or depressed. "What makes you think that I want to make you angry?"

"That's all you ever do. You make everyone angry. You're an asshole."

If Paul had bothered trying to imagine how this conversation would go this would certainly not have been what he came up with and he found himself short of something to say so he returned to his opening question, "What are you drinking?"

"JD and coke." Laura still had not even looked at him.

"I imagined you as a wine drinker."

"I don't drink wine alone."

Paul grinned, "You're not alone."

"JD and coke Paul."

Paul ordered the drink for Laura and a beer for himself as he tried to think of a way to turn this encounter towards what he wanted. First he figured that he had to stop Laura feeling miserable about whatever the problem was. Surely she could not be this down simply because she was away from home for a night? Why was she here instead of heading for home anyway? That was the first thing to ask. "What are you doing here? I thought you were flying out?"

"So did I. There's a problem with my jet." This was no good at all, he was getting no where with Laura mumbling answers to his questions and staring across the bar at nothing. "Laura look at me." The request was obeyed and Paul saw sadness in the eyes that he adored so much. "What's wrong with you?"

Suddenly Laura came to life, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you Paul? Huh? You're married to a kind hearted, beautiful woman and you're breaking her heart. You've got another young woman pregnant and you don't even care about her or the baby. You're going to be a father Paul. You're going to bring a child into the world and I know what you're like, you want to, what? Abandon it? Pretend that it doesn't exist? You don't know how lucky you are. You need to sort your life out and stop hurting people."

Tears now filled the eyes that Paul gazed in to. Why was Laura so upset or even interested in the way he chose to lead his life? It made no sense. "Why are you so interested in what I do?"

"I'm not. I'm interested in that poor baby." Laura turned away which still left Paul in no doubt that she was crying or on the verge of it. She was this upset about Stephanie's baby potentially growing up alone. She did a lot of work for children's charities. Paul came to a realisation and blurted it out, "You lost a baby didn't you?"

Now Laura was crying for sure. Although she was still trying to hide it he could tell from her voice, "No. I lost a child. My daughter. She was born prematurely and she died."

"Are you okay ma'am? Do I need to ask the gentleman to leave?" The bartender had brought the two drinks over and saw that state that Laura was in.

"No. It's not him. Just leave us please." Laura wiped at her eyes as the bartender granted her request and left them alone. Paul was not very good at caring about anyone but himself and he knew it but he felt obliged to say or do something. Clearly his plan of fucking the boss was out of the window, for now at least. After a long moment he came up with, "I'm sorry. It must have been uh... terrible."

"Just go away Paul. I don't want your fucking fake sympathy."

"Fake?" Paul demanded indignantly, "Why must it be fake?"

Laura turned back to him and the tears had been wiped away. The response was not delivered angrily, simply as a statement, "You came and sat here because you wanted tonight to end with us sleeping together, not because you give a damn about me. Let's not kid each other on."

She had read him so what was the point in denying it? "True but that doesn't mean that I don't feel sympathy for what you just told me. I've never seen you like this before."

"You've never seen Laura before that's why. You only see the boss." The first thing that came to Paul was to say that he would like to see Laura but that sounded corny and might even be misinterpreted as referring to sex. This conversation was stupidly difficult. He considered making an excuse to leave but he had a beer that he had only just started on, he was not keeping pace with Laura who was nearly halfway down her drink already, she was really going for it. Laura had decided to be honest so maybe he could do the same in return, "I don't want a kid. I don't want Stephanie. I want Trish."

A quizzical look came his way, "You want Trish? You want Trish yet you came over here with the express intention of sleeping with me? What's wrong with you Paul?"

It was a very good question. He had not always been like this. He loved Trish. He had accepted Trish's marriage proposal because he loved her but had started to want to sleep with other women. Why? His head was a mess. Trish was fully hot and Laura was right, she was a very kind hearted and trusting person too. Even so he could not help himself thinking about other women constantly. Laura was drinking from her glass and looking at him as she waited for an answer to her question. Even now he could not stop thinking about how hot she was. Again he decided to be honest but once he had started he went further than he had intended, "I don't know. That's the honest answer. You're just so fucking beautiful and the way you stand up to me turns me on something crazy. I'd give anything for a night with you." He managed to stop himself before adding that he wanted to dominate her, to hold her down and have her beg him to fuck her while he looked into her eyes and saw that she knew that he was totally in control of her. He wanted to see that more than anything else. She was the only woman who had ever stood up to him and she needed to be broken in the same way that a wild horse did. It would be a rush like nothing else to have this powerful, aggressive woman at his mercy and tonight she was weak, vulnerable. This was his chance if ever he was going to get it. Maybe it was a dick move to prey on her while she was vulnerable but what the hell, he had done worse to get himself a fuck with women who were a lot less attractive than Laura in the past.

"You're something else Paul, you know that? Does marriage not mean anything to you?" That was it? That was her response? Not fuck off away from me? Not you're a sexist animal? That was a good sign for sure. "You asked a question and I answered it."

Laura did not respond to that and the conversation appeared to have died as she stared into her drink again. Paul decided to try to lighten the mood a little, "I've not spent your thousand bucks yet." The corners of Laura's mouth rose a little, "That hand was bullshit and you know it. I outplayed you and everyone else at that table. I talked that guy into that stupid call and he sucked out on me. I can't believe you took the money to be honest."

"Well you have a chance to win it back at golf. I'm back in training soon so we can get on that."

"I'll show you how to play that day." The mischief was returning to her voice. Suddenly Paul had an idea, "I'm sorry about how angry I made you earlier. I shouldn't have told you to get out of my face, that was out of line. You look real stressed."

More coke disappeared from Laura's glass which was now nearly empty. This girl could drink for sure. "I am stressed. I own four companies and I'm a major stockholder and Chairwoman of WWE. It's constant work almost twenty four seven and you certainly haven't made it easier these couple of months or whatever it's been. Plus I hate being away from home, I hate staying in hotels. Life sucks sometimes."

"It doesn't have to be so bad, tonight could be great if we let it." It had sounded a lot better in his head beforehand but it was out there now.

Paul was unaware of the battle that Laura was having within herself. She was willing herself to tell this guy to get out of her face and go to hell but something was stopping her. Maybe it was the fact that she was totally unable to control him in any way, the fact that his ego was even bigger than her own? Maybe it was that aside from him being a lying, cheating bastard they were very alike? The battle of egos had been very enjoyable these past few weeks, maybe the sex would be too? She hated herself for it but she wanted to find out. The idea of cheating on her husband was abhorrent to her but even so she was on the point of doing it. She willed something to come out of her mouth that would pull her back from the brink but it would not happen. No words came at all and the long moment of eye contact dragged on until Paul encouraged, "No one will ever know. Just once, and it will be amazing. Trust me."

Those eyes revealed everything. They were incredible, the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He knew it now, she wanted him but she was trying not to. He had to force his way through her defences. Gently he stroked some of her hair away from the side of her face, "Let yourself go. Let me make love to you Laura." Still she seemed to be struggling, her voice soft, sounding almost fearful, "I'm married. I can't."

"He'll never know. No one will. It will be incredible." She just stared at him. Her eyes were alive with emotion but for once he could not tell what the emotion was. "You can trust me," he repeated in a voice almost as soft as hers had been. Now he figured out why he could not read the emotion in her eyes; there were too many at the same time. She looked frozen, unable to make a decision. Was she willing herself to do it or not to? It did not really matter. Paul stood, "Come with me."

She looked up at him but did not attempt to stand. After a moment she asked softly, "What room are you in?" Holy shit! She was going for it! He was going to get to fuck the woman he desired most. Adrenaline surged through him and he felt and incredible rush just at her simple question. "Four zero four."

"I'll come to you." Paul nodded and walked away, desperately hoping that she would keep her word. Before he was out of earshot he heard her order another drink. Two minutes later he was back in his room but there was nothing to do but sit on the bed and wait. Minutes dragged by and they were the longest of his life. He was raging to go but Laura was not showing. "She's not fucking coming," he complained to himself after more than fifteen minutes had gone by. Dejectedly he stood and walked over to the mini bar to get something else to drink but at that moment there was a soft tap on the door.