He closed the door to the cabin, and she wandered around the area. It was neat but empty. Hints of him were around, including magazine covers he posed for. It still was empty. Maybe he liked it that way, but it was so…boring. Not the Paul she got to know.

"No pictures of the kids?"

"In my office in the back. I rarely sit in this area. I have crashed on the couch though".

"Sit with me now then".

"Wasn't how I pictured us right now, but alright", he grinned.

She grinned at his comment. Truth be told, she'd like to be naked too, but this detail bugged her, and had her thinking about the last conversation they had. She expected the funny guy she gotten to know.

"You remember our third lunch?"

"Yeah. You called me a stalker. I'll never forget it", he laughed.

"I mean, you wanted me to go to lunch with you once a week while I was in town. It was weird", she grinned.

"What did I tell you?", he asked.

"I don't let people in, but you are different. I feel different with you".

"Right. That's why I brought you here. My kids don't even know about this space".

"Well, I'm honored. Can I ask you something?"

"Always".

"Who are you? Not Triple H. Not the boss. You. Tell me who you are. If you want me, you gotta let me in".

That threw him off. Yeah Stephanie talked with him about his dreams in the business as she had hers too. This, this was different. He never thought anyone cared like this. He couldn't even answer. He just wanted to kiss her because she asked. The bare minimum. He caressed her face, and she closed her eyes taking in his touch. He leaned in and kissed her softly at first. She welcomed it but noted he dodged the question, or so she thought.

Leaning back on the couch, she welcomed his touch. It was overdue, but this time was different. It wasn't rushed, slow and graceful. As much as she enjoyed feeling his lips on hers, he wanted her to know he was considerate with every touch and kiss he gave. He had time to think about what he wanted, and he wanted that with her.

He pulled back because it wasn't fair to just kiss her without explanation.

"What's wrong?"

"You asked me a question, and instead I kissed you. I mean that's part of the answer", he grinned.

"Ok, what's the rest of it?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Ever since the heart issues I thought I knew who I was. Boss, former wrestler, and scout. Now? I'm not sure, but I want to find out. I also want to find out with you with me, not in secret".

"You really mean that, don't you?"

"Yeah. I'm too old to beat around the bush with anything anymore".

"Ok. If you are serious, I'm here. Just know it's not going to be easy, but I'm here".

"It's all I need".

He kissed her again and this time she finally let her guard down. His hands began sliding up her shirt and she moaned at the touch. He began to kiss down her neck, and she threw her back. Ripping her buttons off and opening her shirt to where he wanted to be hours ago. The heat that came from her chest was something he hadn't had in a long time.

He unclasped her bra, and before he cupped her breast, he kissed her again. He wanted to feel and hear moan. He tried to balance himself and take off his pants, and clearly, he was having issues. She stopped kissing him for a minute and grinned as she helped pulled his pants off. Sliding them off, he sat up with her on his lap.

"I told you we were a good team", he whispered.

She kissed him again, and she felt him pressed right at her core. He wasn't a talker, but Kamaria, well, if he hit her right spot, she would let Paul know.

~FLASHBACK~

It was a late night at the WWE office. This entire week everyone was on deck It was Summerslam in 3 days, and the Vince drama altered a lot. Paul was working hard on bringing back a lot of wrestlers, and Kamaria was working with the team on how not to let anything leak other than clues. It was a lot, which meant she was working in the office this week correcting the language posted.

It was a pain in the ass.

"No, I told you not to word it that way. These fans aren't stupid. Unless you want to explain to your bosses on why the pop they want didn't happen….Ok, just write what I sent and we will address your opinion after the show", she sighed hanging up.

"That was Dan wasn't it", Paul said looking at his papers.

"Yeah. He gets on my last nerve, and I don't have many to spare".

He watched her multitask her computer and phone. It was fascinating to watch her work. Not many people he knew could work like that, but she made it look easy. No assistant, just her. Something he admired. She began to shut down her temp desk she had and make her way out the door.

"I got the email for the hotel arrangements. Seriously, I don't have to go".

"Listen, Steph and I agree you should go and enjoy the show, just think of it as a thanks from the company. Seriously with this Vince shit, you ready saved our asses. Teamwork makes the dreamwork as you say", he grinned.

She grinned and walked towards his desk where he was standing. They grew to be close friends with some flirting, but he was married. He pulled her in for a hug, both wished timing was different, but reality was this was where they were. He pulled her in for a hug, and that close encounter was torture. She hugged back reminding herself this was the boss' husband and her boss.

What seemed like forever was 20 seconds, and in that time, they pulled away from each other slowly. Right at that moment he kissed her. She didn't back away, but clearly it was wrong on so many levels.

"This can't happen", she said.

"I'm sorry I should never done that…."

She looked at him and even though she knew it was wrong, she didn't completely back away. He noticed it too. He leaned in again, and this time she was the aggressive one. She kissed him softly, and he didn't walk away. He pulled away one time and looked at her. They kissed again and this time was it. He tore her blouse open, and buttons flew all over his desk. She tore his shirt off and admired his body up close and personal. It was one thing to see him on TV, but to touch and feel him, very overwhelming.

He continued to kiss her and unzipped her skirt to expose her white lace thong. He backed her to his desk. He picked her up on the desk and begin to explore her body. He knew what he liked but didn't know what she liked. Only one way to find out. Sliding his fingers in her folds a moan left her mouth that he knew he wanted to hear all the time. The three words she said when she got going made him want her even more.

"Don't stop Paul".

When she said that, it was the point of no return. He unzipped his pants, and she felt him enter. It had been so long, but the whimper was worth it. He wasn't rough because despite his character on TV, for him he got off on direction. Women who he truly wanted led him. With every stroke, she held on for dear life. One arm balancing her on the desk and the other wrapped around his torso wasn't enough. Once she wrapped her legs around his waist, she was in control.

His rhythm matched the movement of her legs, and in the process, he felt himself go deep inside of her walls. It caused him to grunt, which was a first. He didn't want to pull out but having your coworker get pregnant would be a disaster. He pulled out, and she gasped.

"Shit".

Breathing slowly, she hopped off the desk and began to get dressed. He began to clean himself and his desk up.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I know this was a mistake".

"Was it?"

"Huh?"

"Do you regret it? Be honest".

"Not really.

She was barefoot and standing in front of him.

"I'm not happy with being anyone's side piece. We both wanted this".

"What do you propose then?"

"Well as hot as that was, I'm not having sex with you in this office with your wedding and family photos on your desk".

"Fair enough".

"And if you try that again, make sure you finish the job", she grinned.

"You think I can't?"

"Did you just now?"

He walked up to her, and whispered, "I'll meet me at your hotel room in 30 minutes".

They barely slept in his bed. The sun started to shine in, and he rolled over to notice she was gone. In normal cases, he was used to it, but this time it worried him a little bit. Finding some pants, he got up and went to the balcony where she was drinking coffee on the porch looking out onto a beautiful lake.

"It's beautiful isn't?"

"Yeah, calming and peaceful", she said turning around.

Something about her being there in one of his shirts, drinking coffee just enjoying the company.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No. I'm just admiring the view".

"Uh huh. You aren't getting the cheeks this morning sir. I'm tired", she grinned.

"Oh, that grin says different, but I'm hungry for food at the moment".

Sitting at the table they talked and read the news. She wasn't the best cook, but he was. Something else not many knew but he didn't share it too many folks either. Her phone went off to Bobby's music, and she answered.

"Aye what's going on?"

"Not much just checking with my tech bestie".

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. I'm serious".

"Which platform is it, Robert?"

Paul arched a brow at her tone. If he did something, it wasn't just on her, it was on the entire company.

"Twitter. One of my exs leaked nudes I sent a decade ago. Before I came back to WWE".

"Ugh. Alright I'll fix it".

"Thanks. Where you at? Breakfast on me today".

"I was supposed to be on vacation".

"Oh. Listen my fault. Well enjoy your time off after that gets fixed".

"Oh, you gonna owe me more than that jackass".

"Love you too!"

Ending that call, Paul crossed his arms looking at her. She didn't stop a beat from her phone as she spoke.

"Someone leaked his nudes, and I'm emailing my tech guy to do his magic. In the meantime, I sent the statement over to the office about this because once it gets out it will spread".

"This is why I don't have nudes".

"That you know of".

"Do you have any?"

"I plead the fifth".

"Oh, now we gotta talk", he grinned.