A/N: Sorry about the confusion for anyone who showed up to read a new chapter the other day and found one intended for another story. Only I could publish a chapter to the wrong story. Sigh. Anyway, onwards!

Jay didn't have a suit with him in either of his travel cases. The best he had been able to do was to put on a smart blue shirt and jeans, and hope that he wasn't going to be underdressed in comparison to Erin. He would soon find out, for he was waiting for her in their hotel's lobby. According to Hank's instruction that they'd had an hour before the car showed up to collect them, it would now be arriving any minute.

The doors opened on one of the elevators, and Erin stepped out into the lobby. Jay smiled when he saw that she was wearing almost the same outfit that she'd worn for the pay-per-view. The leather jacket and the pants looked the same. The changes were that she now had a dark blue top on that showed a bit more cleavage, and she had added a dark blue scarf, worn loosely around her neck, and black leather gloves. She looked gorgeous in his eyes, but he was mindful to stick to his game plan, which was to play it cool for now.

"Hey. Feeling hungry?" was all he said in greeting.

"Feeling hungry? That's all you've got to say to me?" she said with a chuckle. "Not 'how are you, Erin?' Not 'you look good, Erin?' Nothing?"

"Okay. You look great."

"Liar," she laughed. "I didn't even bother doing anything apart from changing my top. Don't know what my dad was thinking only giving us an hour."

"Well, you do look great. Look out, I bet that's our driver."

A man in a smart black suit had just walked into the lobby.

"Yeah, that's him. He drove dad and I from the airport this morning."

"You mean we're going in a limo? A bit pretentious, but okay," Jay said.

"Hey, don't complain to me. I'm just here to eat steak and pretend to be your wife. Dad's in charge of the transport."

"Right," Jay smiled. He noticed that she not only defended herself, she did it with some humour too. She wasn't an empty vessel. There was character to her, and that made him believe that he might be able to respect her, and maybe even like her. If he was going achieve his goal of fucking her, it would be better if it was more than casual sex. But he was getting ahead of himself there.

"Ms Voight. Good evening," the driver said when he approached them. He then looked at Jay and nodded. "Sir."

"Hi," Jay muttered. Talking to the hired help didn't much interest him.

"Hey," Erin said in a more friendly manner. "Do you know where you're taking us?"

The driver nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good, because I don't," Erin said with a laugh that Jay found adorable. And he never found anything adorable. He had it bad for this chick, and that unnerved him somewhat. He felt a need to say something to enable his mind to move past that moment.

"Heard the place has good steaks," he said to the driver.

"I wouldn't know, sir. I've not eaten there. If you'd like to follow me..."

"There are fans outside," Erin noticed through the hotel's glazed frontage as they started following the driver across the lobby.

One of the worst aspects of being a high profile wrestler for WWE was the way fans somehow felt it was acceptable to wait outside of hotels or in airports to try and get photos or signatures. Jay didn't mind meeting fans at official meet and greet sessions, but outside of that he didn't want to know. After all, he didn't show up at those people's houses demanding their time and attention.

"I see that," he said. "Remember we're heels, so ignore them."

"I do know how the wrestling business works, Jay," she replied, rolling her eyes at him.

"Right," he said. It was a lesson to him not to try to teach her too much. She might be relatively new to working TV, but she had literally been born and raised in the wrestling business. He needed to respect that.

An oddity about the wrestling business was that fans would hate certain characters while they were watching the show, but when they encountered them in public the reactions were totally different. That was why the small crowd outside of the hotel tried to flock around Jay and Erin when they emerged from the hotel. People called their names, and tried to thrust items in front of them for a signature. Jay made sure to block them getting too close to Erin until they reached the car, which was fairly small by limo standards. Their driver opened the door and they quickly got in.

"Makes me feel bad not stopping for them," Erin said.

"It would only show them that what they're doing is acceptable. It isn't," Jay said. "When we're on our time, we're entitled to privacy."

"I hear you," Erin said, although she still sounded regretful.

"The end of tonight's show went well, didn't it?" she said after a moment, as the driver pulled away from the hotel.

Work was all they had to talk about because they knew practically nothing about each, Jay realised. Changing that would be the objective over dinner.

"Yeah, it did. I wish I knew more about what your dad has planned for us though."

"I'm thinking it's going to involve being a couple of pieces of human garbage. So not much change as far as your character is concerned. You now just get to do it with me."

Jay smiled. "I guess you're right. That does sound good though. I think we can get a lot of heat. It's easy to make people hate people who are more successful than they are, richer than they are, and better looking than they are."

Erin side eyed him. "Better looking, huh?" Her implication was that he was making some kind of pass at her. It put him off balance, something she seemed to be quite good at doing.

"Well, you know what I mean," he replied. It was a weak response that didn't actually mean anything. But she let him off the hook by making small talk for the few minutes that it took to get to the steak house.

"I don't know how we're supposed to get into this place if it's closed," Erin said.

Jay was looking out of the window on his side as the car pulled up out front of their destination. "I'm thinking that's the owner," he said.

A black man was standing in the steak house's doorway. He was an absolute bull of a man, smartly dressed and looking like someone not to be messed with. Hank Voight had spoken highly of him though, so Jay reserved his first impression until he spoke to the guy.

Before he realised what was happening, Erin spoke right next to his ear and made him jump. "Yeah, I guess that's him. Wow! You really jumped!" She burst out laughing at him.

Jay's first instinct was to snap something back at her about it hardly being surprising when she got right in his space like that. But that was just out of embarrassment for jumping out of his skin. Anyway, he could hardly be mad at her when she was laughing. It actually made him want to laugh too. He also got a strong whiff of that perfume, the perfume that intoxicated him every time he came into contact with it. Damn, he wanted to fuck her so badly.

The driver ruined the moment by opening the door. As they got out, he offered a business card to Erin. "Ms Voight, if you call this number when you're ready to leave, I'll be here in less than ten minutes."

"Thank you," she said, taking the card. Then her attention returned to Jay, whose reaction in the car still amused her. "What, are you not talking to me now?"

"Of course I am," Jay said, maintaining his composure. "Let's see if these steaks are as good as their billing."

"They're as good as you'll find in this city."

Jay turned, discovering that the man from the doorway had walked over. His voice sounded friendlier than he looked, and he smiled as he stuck out his hand.

"Wallace Boden. You must be Jay."

"That's right," Jay said, shaking hands. "Hank speaks highly of you and your establishment."

Boden gave a single, deep laugh. "I'm sure he does. I don't make him pay most of the time when he comes here. You must be Erin. Nice to meet you at last."

"Nice to meet you too," Erin said, shaking hands. "And thank you for closing up for us."

Boden laughed again. "Don't thank me, I charged Hank a lot of money for it. Don't know why it mattered to him that you guys eat alone, but you're going to get the best service. Follow me."

Jay looked at Erin and gave her an 'I think I like this guy' look. She smiled and nodded her agreement.

Boden unlocked the door to the steakhouse and held it open for them to enter. Once they were in, he locked it again to keep other potential customers out. Jay had noticed a sign stuck to the door advising that the restaurant was closed for a private booking. Walking inside, he didn't find anything impressive about the place. But he supposed it was the food that was meant to impress, not the decor.

"Sit wherever you'd like," Boden said. He picked up two menus from the desk where reservations were usually dealt with.

"Dad said somewhere near the windows," Erin reminded Jay. "I don't want to sit right by the windows though. It'll be like being in a goldfish bowl when fans walk by and stare at us."

Jay chuckled. "You're right. Let's go for this table." He stopped at the one he wanted and sat down.

When Boden pulled Erin's chair out for her, Jay realised he had made a mistake. He should have thought to do that. Now he looked rude.

"Here are your menus. Can I get you anything to drink?" Boden asked.

Jay ordered his favourite beer.

"I'll go for the same," Erin said.

"Coming up," Boden said, heading off to fix the drinks.

"What?" Erin asked Jay, reacting to how he was looking at her. "You think a rich girl can't drink beer?"

"Something like that," he admitted.

Erin set about taking off her scarf and gloves, and they both started browsing menus. "Well, I've got news for you. I'm not as rich as you might think, my dad is. And I happen to like beer."

"Not rich," Jay scoffed. "One of the higher ups at WWE, and your dad owns the place."

"FYI, I work in the accounts department when I'm at the office, and I'm not close to being in charge of it. I'm not on the board of directors either. Yes, I have stock that's worth a lot of money, but the way it's set up I can't sell it right now even if I want to, which I don't. So the only money I have coming in is the salary I earn."

"You really have no power?" he asked, feeling let down. A powerful woman was a turn on. An accountant was not.

"You sound more disappointed than I am," Erin said with a laugh.

Jay laughed it off, glad to see Boden arrive with their beers.

"Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?" their host asked.

"I'm ready. Erin?" Jay asked.

"You can order for me," she decided, closing her menu and putting it on the table.

Jesus, she's constantly got me on the back foot, Jay thought. He saw her eyes gleaming for that exact reason. She was enjoying playing with him. It was usually the other way around with his encounters with women.

"This should be interesting," Boden said in good humour, ready with his order pad and pen.

"Okay," Jay said. "You went for the same beer as me, so you can have the same steak too. We'll get the 18oz rib eye, medium-rare."

Boden looked at Erin in case she wanted to change her order. She nodded her confirmation to him that she would go with Jay's selection.

"Okay, I'll put this in for you now. If you need anything, give me a shout."

"I called it right," Jay said to Erin with self-satisfaction after Boden left, taking the menus with him.

She shrugged. "You could have done better. Could have done worse. So, I'm an accountant who acts on a wrestling show but can't wrestle. I'm also in my thirties, still live with my dad, and have practically no social like because we live in the middle of nowhere in Connecticut. Sorry to ruin any illusions you might have had. Now it's time for me to learn about you."

Jay took a hit from his beer. "Not much to tell."

"You know that's not going to fly," Erin said with a little grin. "I'll start for you. You're billed from Chicago. Is that true?" Not all wrestlers were billed on TV as hailing from their real home towns. Some would be billed from places that better suited their characters.

"Yeah, I'm from Chicago. My mom walked out when I was a kid and I haven't seen or heard from her since, nor do I want to. My old man is dead. I've got a brother, who's a doctor. That enough for you?" It came out almost like he was pissed at her for wanting to know about him, but Erin took it in her stride. Maybe she had expected it, he wondered. Either way, apparently it would take more than that to shake her off.

"Sorry to hear about your mom. Mine's dead too. She had a... troubled life. What kind of doctor is your brother?"

"He works in the ER at the biggest hospital in Chicago. He's very good at what he does."

"Do you still live in Chicago?"

"Got an apartment there. Not that I get home much, with all the travel. You're lucky you only have to work the TV events."

Erin grunted. "Maybe not for long. Dad's talking about having me travel with you and work the non-TV shows too. That surprised me, but I'll do it if he thinks it's a good idea. I'd like to see more of the country."

Wow, we are going to be spending a lot of time together, Jay thought. It wasn't a problem for him though. Not a problem at all.

That night, Jay went to bed alone in his hotel room. He had thought about making a move on Erin after dinner, but no, he had to stick to playing the long game. In any event, she had been content to say goodnight after being walked back to her room, showing no interest in anything more.

The long game was frustrating as hell though, he thought as he lay there, unable to sleep because of sexual frustration. The way Erin toyed with him, as she had continued to over dinner, really pushed his buttons. It made him want to control her. Almost need to control her. To dominate her. He couldn't stop thinking about having her tied up and gagged on his bed while he fucked her like she had never been fucked before. One day, he was determined, that fantasy would become reality. He couldn't wait. But he was going to have to, for now.

A/N: Jay and Erin had dinner together, and it only increased the tension between them. Jay is lusting after her and fantasising about her, so how long will they be able to keep things professional?