Chapter 10
Trish pulled her black coat closed, smiling for Rob and Jason as they
passed. She wondered how their match went, but didn't focus too much
of her energy on it. She closed her eyes for a moment, a small prayer
whispered from her lips, and sighed quietly.
"Think you can handle it?"
Trish's eyes batted open quickly, Jeff standing just to the right of
her with a simple smile pressed against his lips. She didn't know what
happened, what made her do it. She simply smiled for him. "Handle what?" She wondered and her mind started to drift into merrier
thoughts. "The match with Amy. It could be pretty intense," Jeff responded,
curious eyebrows raising at Trish's magnetic smile. It tried to keep his but
it began to fade when Trish frowned. Did he say something wrong?
"They said keep it good but short. We have to play up to our Smack
Down match," Trish responded and she didn't feel like saying much else.
Everything seemed to be work talk around here. Wasn't there more than
the wrestling? Something deeper? Something she felt in that hotel room,
with Jeff, in that different kind of world?
"I was thinking about just heading back to the hotel since Matt's
going to stay around until Amy finishes up here," Jeff mentioned so coyly that
Trish had to look up at him, curious with his words. "You don't have a match tonight?" Trish pondered, fiddling with the
fabric of her coat. Jeff had arched his eyebrow, scratching the oddly shaped goatee on his
chin. "Didn't you hear Stephanie at the production meeting? Matt and
me don't have a match tonight. Matt and Amy are going to cut a promo, but
that's it."
Trish tossed her hair back and she had to walk away this time. She
couldn't stand there trying to find something in Jeff Hardy's consuming
green eyes. That would hurt too much. That would steal her focus from
her match. That would cause her to want to float back into that world she
was in last night and this wasn't the time. "Have a good night Jeff Hardy," Trish said lowly, turning her back to
him as she headed for the curtains. She tried to gather a smile for the
fans because they were here to seem them as wrestlers, not as people.
Trish pulled her left hand through her thick blonde hair while holding
her
neck with the other hand. She had forgotten how much Ivory's
facebuster
could hurt. When was the last time she got it? Back at Survivor
Series?
She smiled to herself. She got the best of Ivory that night. When she
hit
her Stratusfaction bulldog that night, Ivory's facebuster was the last
thing
running through her mind.
She massaged her neck muscles while thinking of the fall that she took
when
Amy attempted her huracanrana on her. She knew she and Amy would hear
from
Vince concerning that one.
"Your coat is hanging in the locker room Miss Stratus," one of the
assistants spoke up, handing her a small towel as she passed. She
smiled at him and winked, moving smoothly through the hallways.
Trish stopped in front of the locker room and wondered if Amy was
already inside. She knew that Charlene and Lisa were somewhere in the front
talking with Stephanie about the match for tomorrow night. She could already
imagine the anticipation fans had to see Ivory and Jazz versus Lita and
Trish Stratus. But Amy had left ringside before any of them. She had
plenty of time to escape to the locker area for a break, for a moment
to collect her thoughts.
"Did it hurt much?" Jeff inquired and Trish felt her body leave her
skin when his warm hands came into contact with her skin, fingers massaging
the areas she had been concentrating on every since she left the ring. She
gave strict attention to her stiffness, pushing aside sections of her hair
to see her skin. It was as golden as the night before.
"I thought you were going back to the hotel?" Trish stuttered out with
her head down, a tiny smile passing over her lips. She didn't struggle
against Jeff, just stood there with mixed emotions. She should've been walking
away, fleeing into the locker room to collect her things and leave for
the hotel, where she could be alone. She needed to be without Jeff Hardy.
Jeff sighed softly, his breath blowing across her skin and raising the
hairs on her neck. He licked his lips and suddenly, it was as if he
knew it wasn't supposed to be. Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus? What did they
have in common? They were just two respected wrestlers, that's it. They never
dated. They didn't have that chemistry that people saw in Rob and his
wife or in Mark and Sara. It was the sex symbol and the extreme wrestler.
What was there?
"I probably should go."
Trish grew unsettled under his touch and stepped forward, turning to
face him, to look at his face and collect images of him in her head. She
tipped her head back against the door to the women's locker area and nodded.
He should go.
Jeff took a few steps back, pulling the brim of his cap down to hide
his eyes. When she looked into his eyes he became vulnerable and that's
not what he wanted to be. He wanted to be fearless. Yet, she made it
hard. "If by chance Matt takes your room key and you just need a place to
stay, someone to talk to..." She was scared to finish the rest of her
statement. There was a bright gleam in his smile and he nodded. Maybe she didn't
have to say anymore.
"How about if I just need to talk?" Jeff wondered, lifting his head
because he decided he wanted her to look in his eyes this time. He wanted to
be her friend. He wanted to be around Trish. She giggled happily and sucked in her lower lip. "Don't be afraid to
knock Hardy."
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