Flames

Sneak peek!

I'll be writing more of this story during Camp NaNoWriMo in July, but until those chapters are ready, here's a snippet of an upcoming scene!

A six-hour signing at a convention. An awards show. And, hours later, a wrestling event. Becky kept reminding herself that she signed up for it all. Part of being The Man was being in demand. Truth be told, it wasn't that bad. The signing was long, sure, but full of enthusiastic fans; the wrestling match would be the same. The awards show would be new territory for her, and another chance for her to prove herself.

She took her award-show dress off the hanger and spread it out on the hotel bed. When she sent a picture to her mother, she had to explain that it was indeed a dress and not just a blazer and a tutu. To be honest, she wasn't convinced herself, but she had worked with the stylist before and Charlotte, Bayley, Sasha, and Naomi had all heartily endorsed the dress.

Seth, of course, was a fan of it too, which was why it was still on the bed. She didn't want to risk having it torn before the award show, so she was planning to put it on at the last moment. It was too warm to walk around the hotel room in a heavy robe, though, so she was wearing only the bra and panties that had been specially chosen for the outfit: the bra would likely peek out and be spotted in photos, but she was hoping her underwear would not.

"Put the heels on." Seth's tone was strangely flat, as if he weren't getting enough air, and Becky turned to see him watching her from the bathroom doorway, where he had been getting ready. His outfit was simple—a sleek black dress shirt and matching pants—but they would match nicely. The shirt was still unbuttoned all the way down and when Becky's gaze crept down his chest, she noticed that the button on his pants was also undone.

"What?" She tried tearing her gaze away from the dark strip of hair beneath his navel, but it took her a good long moment. When she did, the look in his eyes was heady enough to make her breath catch.

Seth prowled a few steps closer. "Put the heels on," he repeated, the husky bass in his voice making Becky shiver.

"Seth." Becky cursed herself for not putting on the robe. When Seth got that look in his eyes, any plans they had tended to fly out the window. "We're supposed to leave in an hour—"

He stopped just in front of her, their bodies barely touching. "Please." The lone word rumbled deep in his chest as cupped Becky's jaw with one hand and tilted her face up to his. "The heels. Put them on."