*Cinnamon & Vanilla - Chp2*
*By JM*
"Trish, your dressing room is just down that way. It's the area we
plan to use for the promo you and Terri have before your match," Stephanie
McMahon dictated as she approached. Trish nodded, wanting to look back for
Jeff. She restrained herself and continued moving in the direction Stephanie
designated.
"Wear something eye-catching for the match sweetie," Terri called out
while Trish strolled. She merely nodded, not looking back because then she'd
have to see the stares she got from Mark Calloway, the man everyone knew as
the Undertaker. She feared looking at him, knowing he stared at her with
discontent. He advised against courting other wrestlers in the
Federation. It was probably because they had all seen their fair share of bad
relationships in the World Wrestling Federation. She didn't want to be
another one of those.
Trish scooped her hair up and let it fall back behind her shoulders.
She wanted to go into the dressing room, maybe fix herself up a bit before
the promo she and Terri had to shoot but she could only seem to think of
Jeff. Things did seem easier when he was around. Yet, she never needed him
before. She was always capable of preparing for a match, doing backstage
interviews, and portraying a woman that was as assertive and
independent as she was. Why did Jeff affect her now? Why did she want to be around him?
"I thought you said you wanted to change into something else when you
got to the arena?" His voice reminded her. Jeff just made life feel good. Simply. His hand eased against the small of her back and she closed her eyes
for a sigh. The heat inside of her grew from there. Kind thoughts and
adoration guided just a simple touch, one that she knew.
"This is good enough," she replied, finding it hard to shadow her
smile when he peeked his head to the side of her, his chest resting against
her back. The soft material of his shirt smoothed against the skin of her
shoulder, bringing a soft sigh from her lips.
Trish felt his hand circle hers on the doorknob and she didn't want to
feel that emotion. It was soft, warm, passionate, and overwhelming. It was
the feel she only received when she was with a man that she knew shared her
heart. It was a terrifying feeling until Jeff tightened his grip on
her hand and assisted her in pushing open the door to her dressing room.
Jeff cautiously removed Trish's bag from her shoulder and hoisted it
over his own, stepping into the dressing room before reaching back for her
hand. She could feel the crimson rising in her cheeks and she batted her eyes
nervously. He acted like a boyfriend, spoke like a boyfriend, kissed
like a boyfriend. Yet, he wasn't.
His hand finally clasped hers and she stopped thinking about it all
together. What was wrong with just feeling?
�Of course, you could decide to stand out there all day and pray that
someone would carry you to the ring for your match. But then I
wouldn�t be able to spend any time with you before the show,� Jeff remarked with an intense grin pressed over his thick, pink lips.
"I figured I'd wait for one the interns to walk by and ask him to help
me with my bikini for the match," Trish replied evenly and laughed when he
gave her a slight tug, causing her to walk into the dressing room and let
the door fall shut.
*Chp3*
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