Hello, my loves! Can you just smell he sexual tension between drew and Dawn? Well, hold on to your hats because it's about to get thicker! As always, love to my ladies wwechristina, Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920 and ClaymoreQueen6176!

OK take a breath and enjoy this one!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.

Chapter 3

Dawn POV

I'm finishing up my makeup after I finally managed to do something with all this freaking hair. I wanna chop this mane off so bad, but Danny told me that I cannot in any way alter my appearance. Apparently, my look has the brass in Stamford interested in me. I'll believe it when I see it. I would love to think it was for my wrestling ability, but let's face it. The office don't give two shits about women's wrestling.

The girls get five minutes a week across all shows if they're lucky. They only care about how we look. They've proved this theory with that Divas Search bullshit! Such a freaking insult! Give the fitness models with zero interest or love for the business big fat contracts and allow them to make us all look incompetent. I'll play that game to a certain extent. But I'm not willing to compromise who I am and blow the boss to get ahead like some of the other girls.

Anyway, I think I look pretty decent in this short lowcut black dress. Why am I getting so dressed up to go to Nowhere again? Oh yeah. Him. Drew. I sigh as I check myself in the mirror one last time. I told him and Stu to meet me and Serena in the parking lot. He really has no right to be as gorgeous as he is! I can't get those eyes and that smile off my mind. And what the hell does "mo ghraidh" mean? Probably "fuck me" or something like that. Damn it, do I wanna do just that. Ugh! Get your head out of your hoohah and his pants, Chapman!

With perfect timing, I hear a knock on my door. Of course, I open it to Serena looking gorgeous with her long black hair. I envy how straight she can get hers! She looks me up and down, "Well, HELLO Miss Red! Is someone looking to get laid tonight? Maybe a big Scottish breakfast in the morning?"

I pop her on the ass as she laughs hysterically, "Remind me again why you're not a comedienne. Oh, right. Because you're not funny!"

Serena has a twinkle in her eyes, "I'm not funny. I'm right on the money! You like Drew and I'm pretty damn sure the feeling is mutual. And it's OK, you know. You're allowed to have a personal and professional life at the same time."

I say, my thoughts drifting to him, "Rena, I have to stay focused on the job. I can't let anything or anyone derail my dreams. No matter how hot he is…"

Serena was shocked, "Holy shit, Red! You really have it bad. I've never seen you act like that about any guy. You sure you don't want Ryan Reeves to keep pawing you instead?"

I wrinkle my nose, "Gross! He's a poster boy for birth control if I ever saw one! OK, let's go meet the lads so we can get a decent table at Nowhere."

We walk to the parking lot, laughing and giggling the whole way about stupid things. We find Drew and Stu already waiting for us. I take one look at Drew and I forget to breathe! He has on a black jacket and pants outfit with a light blue button up shirt that sets the hue in those gorgeous orbs off perfectly. His dark brown hair just past his shoulders clean and shiny. Oh Christ, and he's smirking at me again!

Stu speaks, "'ello there, lovely ladies!" He doesn't clean up too bad himself, with his black shirt and khaki pants.

Drew approaches me and sticks out his hand, "Ya look enchanting, mo ghraidh." I place my finger in his light grasp and he raises my knuckles to his lips. They lightly brush my skin, but they linger there for a little too long for both Serena and Stu to not notice.

Stu clears his throat and it brings me back to reality. I give a nervous giggle and say, hoping I sound sarcastic and not insanely horny (which I am), "Well, I guess that means I'm enchanted to meet you again, Mr. Galloway."

He opens the driver's side front door to my Jeep for me and says "My Dad is Mr. Galloway. Please call me Drew." As I climb in and sit in the seat, he leans in and whispers, "Ya can give me a sexier nickname later if ya want." He winks and grins at me as he shuts the door and walks to the front passenger door. Oh, fuck me! I need a cold shower! Oh great! Now I'm fantasizing about him fucking me in the shower! Goddamn, this is gonna be a long night!

Drew POV

This car ride is gonna kill me! I can't stop looking at Dawn's legs in that short dress. That sleeveless dress is dipped sa low, I could run my tongue down the valley of those huge tits. And I wouldn't stop there. I wanna taste that sweet honeypot between those killer thighs. Fuck, Drew! Get it together! But I can't. I haven't been able ta get Dawn off my mind since I walked inta OVW this morning.

I even called my best friend, Sheamus, down in Florida and told him about her. He just got settled there fer FCW. Of course, the wanker laughed and said, "Fer fook's sake! Galloway's gonna have another one!"

But this girl… She's different. What I feel fer her is foreign ta me. It's not just lust…even though there's plenty of that! Watching her in the ring today was something else. She's damn good. She has such a smooth move set and has both pinning and submission moves in her repertoire. I can tell she respects the business, and she's studied her craft. She wrestles an unforgiven style much like we do in the UK.

As tough as she is in the ring, right now, she looks soft ta tha touch. Like I could spend all night exploring that body with mah hands and mouth and never wanna stop. As she parks her car and we head inside the bar, I know I'll need some liquid encouragement ta keep from sounding like an idiot talking ta her. In the meantime, I can't take mah eyes off that sexy, round arse she's got back there! Damn!

Dawn POV

We are having so much fun saying "see ya later" to Nic. The look on Drew's face when the bouncer carded me and he found out I'm only 18 was pretty classic. I told him, "Now you know who the designated driver always is." I mean, do I look that much older than my age? Jesus, I'm not ready for the nightly cold cream yet, am I?

The group asked me to give a speech sending Nic off to FCW. I shrug and say, "Nic, you the best partner and friend I could've ever asked for. I know that Tampa is only the final stop until you get back to that main roster. I only hope we will see you there soon. Love you like the big brother you've become."

Everyone yells "Cheers!", and Nic hugs me tightly. He whispers in my ear, "Remember what I said. You know your worth. Don't let anyone tell you you're less! Now, come out on the floor and dance with me!" I laugh as he takes my hand and drags me out on the floor.

Everyone follows suit except for Stu and Drew. They have been drinking like fish all night so far. But I can feel that stare all the way from here. Well, I best put on a show, right? The DJ starts up "Get Low" and I do just that. Then, I shimmy my ass back up on "To the windoooooow". I'm having so much fun, I don't realize that Ryan Reeves is up on me until I feel his arm snake around my waist and pulls me into his body. I can feel his tiny erection up against my ass. Yuck! He's groping me and I can smell the alcohol on his already nasty breath. He groans, "Oh fuck yeah, Red! You make me so hard! How about we go back to my place and I can feast on that sweet thing down there?"

I elbow him in the nose and he reaches up to cup it with tears in his eyes. I smooth my dress down and scream, "Not in a million years, cro-magnon! Keep your sweaty paws off me!"

As Serena come to me, Ryan grabs my arm hard and yells, "What the fuck was that for? You've done nothing but tease me for two months. Time to give it up to Daddy!"

I yank with all my might and struggle against him, with both Serena and Nic trying to step in. He is starting to hurt my arm but I will not give that fuck the satisfaction of crying. I shout, "I have NEVER teased you! I don't want you near me, you dumb shit!"

He pulls me flush to his chest and laughs, "Oh, is that right? Nicky boy won't be hear to save you after tonight! Time for me to show you what a real man looks like, Princess!"

All of a sudden, his grip is gone and I am pushed close to Nic and Serena. I look up and see Drew standing in between me and Ryan, who is fuming with anger. Drew squares up to him and says, "She just told ya ta leave her alone. I strongly suggest ya listen ta her. Bacause if she don't kick yer arse, I will, mate!"

Ryan gets in Drew's face and seethes, "Oh, you want a piece of me, pretty boy? Her pussy got you in a spell too?" With that, Drew punches Ryan dead in the face.

Drew screams, "Come on and get up, ya dumb fuck! I fucking dare ya!" He turns to me with concern in his eyes and asks, "Are ya OK?" I nod, but I see Ryan getting up, ready to attack Drew from behind. I shove Drew out of the way and my fist connects with Ryan's nose. He falls back to the floor on his stupid ass and the bouncers finally come in to break things up.

They try to throw me and Drew out of Nowhere, but the whole gang set them straight, stating that Ryan was the troublemaker. As Ryan struggles and screams, "You little whore! You and that pretty boy will be sorry for this!", Serena is trying to have cooler heads prevail.

She steers me outside towards the balcony for air, and hands me a bottled water. She tells me, "Get you some air and I'll help get Big Stupid to leave." I nod and walk to the railing. I take a deep breath in and out and get a big drink of water. I move my arm around, wincing in pain. I pace some and wonder what the fuck just happened! I mean, Ryan has always been a complete dick, but I never would've thought he was capable of anything like that. I guess it was the drinking, or he's just a bigger sexist, sweaty asshole than I thought he was.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear that voice that has been haunting my daydreams all day, "This turned inta quite a night, mo ghraidh?" I turn and Drew is standing here looking at me, his arms crossed with a look of genuine worry on that gorgeous face.

I nod and give a nervous laugh, "Yeah, I guess so. Thank you for coming to my aid. I didn't know I needed a Scottish knight in shining armor until just now."

He walks closer to me, "Ya probably didn't. Ya got a mean elbow and right hook fer sure."

I smile, "Well I've been taking care of myself for a long time. But I appreciate the assistance, future mixed tag team partner." I raise my hand up for a high five and he reciprocates. Except the touch lingers as he's practically holding my hand. Oh god, it feels so good in his! I can hear my heart thumping as the silence between us is deafening.

He speaks and reluctantly let's my hand go, "Well, I said I wanted ta get ta know ya better. Sa tell me about yerself since we're all alone. When did ya start training?"

I shrug, "There really isn't that much to tell. I was born and raised in a small town outside of Charlotte, North Carolina. Wrestling has been my passion since I was about five years old. My Dad's best friend was a pro wrestler, so he got me into it. My Dad and I are not close, I haven't seen him in a few years. He didn't wanna pay child support to my Mama so he just…disappeared. But I'm very close to my Mama. Her name is Frances. She has encouraged my dream, and even worked extra jobs to help me afford new ring gear. I was always a cheerleader and dancer throughout school and I'm used that training to help my style. I started training at 15 and had my first pro match at 16. Before I can here three months ago, I was the first ever NCPW Women's Champion at 17. But now, I'm here trying to make it."

Drew's mouth is gaped and his eyes are wide, "Ya literally sound like the female me! It's been my passion since childhood too. I started training at 15 as well. But I had ta take an 8 hour train ride inta England fer training each week."

I was shocked, "No way! Now that is dedication! And I'm assuming you watched WWE growing up."

He smiled, "I couldn't get enough of it! Me and my brother, John, drove our parents crazy wrestling around in our underpants."

I giggle so hard, I snort. This prompts him to laugh as well. I say, "Sorry, but that visual is adorable. I take it your parents were supportive as well."

He nods "Aye. I'm very close to my Mom, Angela, like you are with yers. I'm named after my Dad. Andrew McLean Galloway IV."

I say, "Oh my! You sound like either a Bond villain or the laird in a historical romance novel! Do you live in a big castle on Loch Ness?"

He chortles, "Yes, I do. In Scotland, we have castles on every street corner. And mah family's sword was made from the tooth of the Loch Ness Monster."

I'm in heaving laughter at this, "Jesus, you're cute and funny! Nice combo!"

He raises his eyebrow, "Oh ya think I'm cute, eh? Well, yer damn easy on the eyes yerself, mo ghraidh."

My laughter suddenly fades when I discover just how close he is standing to me. I decide to switch the subject to something less embarrassing, "So, who was your favorite wrestler growing up?"

Drew says, "While I always liked Stone Cold and The Rock, I was always a Bret Hart guy. I loved studying his move set and psychology."

I raise my hand, "Me too! The way he would execute the simplest move like a suplex, yet it told an incredible story."

He got excited, "Exactly! Wow, ya really are the female me!" We have a bit of a laugh at this, but it dies as we look into each other's eyes. He's very close to me and that is when I notice just how tall he is. Drew towers over me! But I feel that thrumming in my brain, that tension in the air between us and I start to throb between my thighs. He reaches out and caresses my arms with his gentle fingertips, "How's the arm? I was worried he yanked it outta socket."

I shrug, not able to move and feeling goosebumps pop up at his touch, "It's sore, but I'll live."

I guess what he asks next was inevitable, "Do ya have a boyfriend?"

My breathing catches in my throat and I try to look away, but I can't. I lick my red lips and say, "No. No, I don't have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?"

He is looking at me like he is in some sort of trance, "Nah. I had one, but I broke up with her befer I left Scotland."

I'm feeling like I am under that same spell, "I see. Can I ask you a question?"

He is now so close, our bodies are touching and I feel electricity course through my bloodstream, "Ya can ask me anything, mo ghraidh."

My chest must be heaving as I dare to inquire, "What does mo ghraidh mean? You keep calling me that. I'm guess it's Scots Gaelic."

He tilts my chin upwards and leans in, "It is Scots Gaelic. It means…my love." I am shaking at this revelation as Drew's lips then capture mine in the most perfect kiss known to man.