In The Heat of the Moment

Chapter 3: Part 1

Brock's POV

**Flashback**

I remember looking into her eyes and feeling my heart nearly skip a beat. She was beautiful. Gorgeous even... I couldn't help, but look her up and down. She had the perfect hourglass shape and was very well built. She must have some Norwegian in her. I then noticed that she had a nice, wide set of hips and her thighs were nice and thick. 'She is nicely thick. Oh man was she thick' I thought to myself. I looked up more and took in the mental note of her nice, big set of breasts. I couldn't help it, but run my lip over my bottom lip.

I looked back up and looked right into her eyes, noticing that she was looking me down then up. While she was looking at my chest, I took in her facial features, then her hair. It was calico almost. She had medium auburn and dark almost black highlights, but most of her hair was a dark, medium brown. I looked back down at her shoulders and arms. She had scars, littering her thick arms. When I looked back up and saw she was looking at me again. I let a small smirk, fall onto my lips. "Wow you're beautiful," I whisper, but she must have heard me, because a light shape of pink formed onto her cheeks.

"Thank you," she commented as she looked down at the floor. I smirk and move slightly closer to her.

"Not a problem. Always worth saying something nice to someone who deserves it," I add as I put a finger under her chin and moved her head to look up at me. Her eyes moved and stared right into mine.

**End of Flashback**
*A month later**

I pulled into my driveway and shut off the truck. I got out and walked to the front door. I unlocked it and placed my keys on the key hooks, right inside my front door. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. I noticed that my answering machine had five new messages. I moved over and pressed play.

"First new message: Hey Brock it's Paul. I just wanted to let you know that Stephanie has moved Cassie's screenplay to team up with us. Also, they want you to show up for next week's Raw show. Anyways talk to you soon."

I pressed the delete button and write a small note to call Paul.

"Next message: Hey Brock it's Drew... I have a small favor to ask you... I need you to step out of the way of my attempts to woo Cassie. Anyways have a good day."

I scoff and smirk. 'I already won her heart dude.' I thought to myself, as I delete the message.

"Next message: Brock, it's Stephanie. I hope Paul got ahold of you... To let you know about yours and Paul's new storyline... Talk to you soon. Bye."

I nod my head, chewing on the inside of my lip and deleting the message.

"Next message: Hey Lesnar it's Allen... You to back the fuck off dude. I saw Cassie first and I'll be damned if my plan, to win her, goes to shit, because of you. So back the fuck off."

I was a tad bit frustrated, but nothing I could do about it now. I delete the message and thought it would be funny if Joe was the last message. I pause the last message from playing and finish my water. I put the glass in the dishwasher, and go to the fridge grabbing a Coors Light. I step back over to the machine and sigh. Maybe it wouldn't be funny if it was Joe. After the last message, from Allen, I was starting to get pissed. He wanted to play that game, and if anyone else did, I'll play... and I'll win too. I press play, preparing for the worse...

"Hey Brock it's Cassie. I'm in town. I came in earlier than I was supposed to, due to my cousin needing help transporting cattle. We're done now, and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up somewhere for dinner or maybe a few drinks. If you want to that is... Anyways give me a quick call or text when you get this. Hope to hear from you soon. Later."

I was in complete shock. She had just asked me... ME! If I wanted to go have dinner or drinks, with her. I grab my cell phone and send a quick text to Paul.

Me: Hey Paul I got your message, and sounds good to me.

I press send, and then go to find Cassie's name. I hit the phone icon and it starts to ring. I put it up to my ear, and after the third ring, she answers. "Hello?"

"Hey Cass it's Brock."

"Hey Brock what's up?"

"Not a whole lot. Um, I got your message and I would love to go get dinner or drinks with you. We could get both honestly. I know of a really good bar and grill nearby."

"Okay. Sounds good to me. What's the name and I can look it up."

"Don't worry about that. How about you come over to my place and I can drive us there? We can take my truck."

"Okay sounds good. What's your address?"

"My place is really easy to find. How well do you know Watertown?"

"Um I know the area pretty well. I come here a lot, thanks to some family of mine."

"Okay. Well are you exactly in Watertown? Or which direction are you coming from?"

"Um about five minutes out, coming from Webster via South Dakota 20."

"Okay if you get onto 20, and continue on it, it turns into 3rd Avenue North West. It'll have signs saying it's still 20, but continue on it until you get to 22nd Street East. Turn right there and my driveway is the first one, on the left. Driveway is a tad bit long, but not too awful."

"Okay. So I should be there in about twenty minutes then?"

"Sounds about right, but if you get here earlier, that'll be fine."

"Okay see you in about twenty, Brock."

I could hear the excitement in her voice. "I'll see you then, Cass. Can't wait to see you... Outside of work." I smile. We say our goodbyes and hung up. I plug in my phone, to the charger, and went to get a quick shower. Just as I finish putting on my jeans, I hear a knock at my door. I grab a black t-shirt, from the dresser, and ran to the door. I answered it, still shirtless, and there stood Cassie. She looked stunning. "Hey sorry about this," I comment as I move my arm away from the door, "come on in," I call as I step away and throw on my shirt. I turn around, as I hear the door close. "Again sorry about that. I just finished getting a quick shower and getting dressed," I add as I rub the back of my neck.

"It's okay Brock. At least you're modest about it, and didn't keep it off," she smiles. I walk up to her, making a small, two feet distance between us.

"You look beautiful this evening," I admired, as I step closer to her, and looking right into her eyes, I grab her hand and kiss her middle knuckle. I watch as a small shade of pink light up her cheeks.

"Oh thank you, Brock. You are quite handsome yourself," she gushed, as she steps closer. As she did, our chests barely brushed against each other's and she leans up, pressing a gentle peck on my left cheek. I bit the inside of my lower lip, and felt a warmth, I hadn't felt in years, creep onto my face.

"Well thank you sweetheart. Did you find the place okay?" I ask, as she steps back about six inches.

"I did thank you. Your directions were the best I've received in a little while."

"Well good to know. Come on in, I just need to put my boots on and then we can go," I smirk as I step into the living room and sitting on the couch. She comes and sits on the chair, about five feet away from the couch. "So are you staying anywhere until Raw, on Monday?" I question her, as I put on my socks.

"I was going to stay with my cousin, but his house is a little too hectic. I'm thinking about getting a hotel room booked for my stay." she replies as she leans back.

"You can stay here." I grumble as I put my boots on.

"I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, or invade your personal space," she comments with a shy smile.

"Neither would it be an inconvenience nor an invasion of my personal space. It'll be nice to have a pretty face around here... for a little bit that is." I smile up at her.

"Okay then... I'll stay with you," she smiles a bit wider.