A week later, Jay found himself in a hotel gym on Monday morning, along with a fairly large contingent of his fellow WWE employees. It was often the case, as they sought out a convenient place to workout.

Erin had worked a couple of non-televised events, including one the previous night. They had been traveling together, and getting along quite well despite the more than obvious sexual tension between them.

Unused to not controlling the pace of his potential sexual encounters, Jay had backed off somewhat, waiting to see what Erin did next. There had been some fairly blatant flirting, but she had noticeably backed off too, leaving the tension hanging over them like a blanket.

"Do you want me to help you pick your chin up off the floor?"

The question came from Raquel Gonzalez, who had appeared next to Jay. She had caught him standing there staring across the gym at Erin, who was doing squats with her butt facing him, quite possibly on purpose.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" he muttered, figuring there was no point in lying. Raquel had busted him and they both knew it.

"She is. And she's a really nice person too."

Jay looked at Raquel. He was surprised. So far as he knew, none of the wrestlers knew Erin well. That was what she had told him when they had first met.

"Oh?" he said.

"We went out last night," Raquel said, wiping her sweaty face with a towel. She had been putting more effort into her workout than Jay had while distracted by the view. "Z, Erin and I. Went for a meal, then drinks afterwards. You image she's some rich princess who doesn't know what life is like, but she's so down to earth. You'd never know she comes from money. Taught me a lesson about pre-judging people."

Jay forced himself to look away from Erin again, back to Raquel. He pre-judged a lot of people, he was well aware. Raquel was one of them. Yes, she had a pretty face, but for him she was too big for a woman. Six feet tall, maybe more, and she had to be getting towards 200 pounds, without an ounce of fat on her. Sweat gleamed on her muscular arms, and her back looked like nothing he had ever seen on a woman before. He could understand why guys, or actually women in Zelina's case, would find her attractive, but she wasn't his kind of thing at all.

No, slender and shapely, like Erin. With a gorgeous smile and dimples, like Erin. And a sexy voice, like Erin. That was his kind of woman. Erin was his kind of woman. It actually was that simple.

"Don't say much, do you?" Raquel said, mistakenly seeing his lack of reply as ignorance.

"Sorry. Did you guys have a good night?"

"We did. Erin is fun to be around, as I said. The food was nice, and we had plenty of laughs. Anyway, I'm getting back to it," Raquel said, heading off towards a rowing machine.

Jay figured he ought to actually get on with his own workout too. He tore himself away from looking at Erin and went to do some bench presses. While he worked, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He felt annoyed that she had gone out with Raquel and Zelina without inviting him. Being honest with himself, he knew that was only because he wanted to be invited out with her. Maybe he had backed off a bit too much, he thought. With that, he decided to invite her out after one of the week's non-televised shows, which finished earlier than TV nights. Yes, that was the next plan, he thought, looking forward to it already.

Half an hour later, Jay was done with his workout. On his way out of the gym, he stopped at the water cooler for a refreshing drink. Barely had he started drinking from the complimentary little plastic cup when he heard Erin's voice behind him.

"Did you enjoy the view? Sorry, I mean the workout?"

Jay turned to look at her, finding her attractive even when her hair was scruffy and her brow was sweaty. "View?" he asked, playing it cool.

Erin pointed at him and grinned. "Oh, I see. We're pretending you didn't stand there for five minutes watching me do squats and stuff."

"I wasn't watching you," he lied.

"You know the interesting thing about windows like these, Jay? From some angles, you can see reflections in them. You were watching me alright. And Raquel busted you doing it, too."

"She told me you went out for dinner and drinks last night," Jay replied, swerving what she had said.

"That's right. It's nice to have some friends backstage. Raquel and Z a really fun people to be around."

"Really?" Jay asked. He wasn't actually interested. What he really wanted was to spend time with Erin himself. It soon became apparent that she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, I was thinking of inviting you out. Dad wants us to be seen out and about anyway, as you know. So I bought us tickets to the opera when we're in Philly this weekend."

Jay cringed internally. The fucking opera? What was she thinking? He had never been to something like that in his life. That was the kind of thing rich people did. Although he had made a lot of money himself in WWE, he didn't put himself under the heading 'rich people'. People like the Voights fit that bill, not him.

"The opera. Great," he said, making like he was excited about it.

Erin smiled. A truly gorgeous sight. "You've never been to the opera before, have you?"

"Yeah," he lied.

She laughed, and the dimples appeared. "You're a terrible liar, Jay. Buy yourself a tux. We're going Saturday night. My husband needs to look at his best."

"I'll look good, don't worry about that," Jay said as Erin walked away. He was left feeling deeply uncomfortable again. Somehow, and he had no idea how it had happened, she seemed to be the one who was fully in control of their 'relationship'. He had never been in that situation with a woman before, and he didn't want to start now. What he needed to do was take control from her, and soon.

BREAK

On that night's Raw show, Erin's character had made a distinctly unfair four vs two tag team match between Kim Burgess and the Lethal Latinas on one team, and Hailey Upton and Stella Kidd on the other.

After the competitors had made their entrances, Jay's music played. It was unexpected, which only made the fans boo louder as he and Erin walked onto the stage arm in arm. Behind them came several members of the backstage crew, carrying a leather couch. They put it down at the top of the entrance ramp, from where it would give the de-facto bosses a grandstand view of the kingdom they commanded. From there, Erin could watch the destruction that she had ordered.

Jay sat down on the couch, looking smug as he often did in character. To his surprise, Erin didn't sit down beside him. Instead she sat sideways on his lap, putting her legs up on the other seat. She put arm around his neck and pecked him on the lips before starting to watch the action in the ring.

They were on camera, so Jay kept his reaction in character – a man who enjoyed some raunchiness from his wife. The real Jay possibly enjoyed it even more. Erin had leather pants on again. She seemed to like wearing leather. With it she wore a dark green top that showed a bit less cleavage than he had gotten used to, but she still looked stunning.

To make matters better, or worse, depending on perspective, he got a nose full of her perfume. It was a like a magic potion she used on him. To his embarrassment, considering how she was sitting on his lap, he felt his dick getting hard.

"Ohhh," Erin said quietly a few moments later, letting him know that she felt it.

To hell with it then, Jay thought. He put an arm over her legs and rested his hand on her butt. It felt great in the tight leather. She made no effort to move either herself or his hand.

For the benefit of the audience, they had to look like they were enjoying watching Hailey and Stella getting the crap kicked out of them. Eventually, Stella ended up outside the ring, bleeding from a cut on her head. It was a cue for the Dr Sylvie Brett character to come out and attend to her.

In turn, that was a cue for Erin to go down to ringside and get into another confrontation with the doctor, furthering that story arc. In a way, Jay was glad when Erin got off his lap and walked down the ramp. He had sat there with a boner for nearly ten minutes. Christ, he wanted to fuck her so badly. But they were in the middle of a live TV show.

A further ten minutes later, the show was off air, and Jay and Erin were heading back to the locker rooms. They were ahead of the others who had appeared in the main event segment, so they had a modest amount of privacy as they walked down the hallway.

"I've got a feeling you like these leather pants," Erin said quietly, in a coy tone.

Jay couldn't go on backing off. It was time to do the opposite. "I've got a feeling you like sitting on my dick."

Erin giggled, enjoying getting the reaction out of him. They neared the women's locker room. Erin had started changing with the rest of the women recently, moving away from having a private room of her own each week. "Is that a fact? Well, I'll see you tomorrow night, Jay. I'd say sweet dreams, but I don't think there's going to be anything sweet about them." Flashing him a dirty grin, she went into the locker room and closed the door.

"Filthy bitch," Jay said under his breath. She was such a tease, and she was damn good at it. He was pretty much at the point where the teasing couldn't go on. It wouldn't be long before the tension became too great, and they ended up fucking each other. He could hardly wait.

A/N: The tension is increasing day by day. How long can it go on before they end up acting on it?