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His hands always found their way to her ass. His favorite body part of her's. Squeezing and groping possessively.

He half growled and half moaned at the contact. His eagerness for her growing by the second.

He lifted her into his arms before carrying her towards the bed. His hands working their way up her body. Determined to explore and fully see her for once.

His lips reconnecting with her's, kissing - not wanting to let go of her. Wanting to show her, his devotion.

"I still want this gorgeous ass in the ring!" he smacked her ass playfully before deepening the kiss once more.

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It never failed to amaze him, how much Nikki had been there for him. He hadn’t searched her out or anything of the kind. She had just seemed to appear out of thin air. Like an his own personal guardian angel.

Falling in love with Nikki was just natural…and he had no intention of losing her. Hell, he would regret it, if he did.

The feeling of her lips pressed against his made him pause, only for a brief second before kissing her back gently. It was gentle. Chaste. Nothing heavy. A confirmation of his love for her.

He nodded at her approval. The walk back to the hotel room was slow and seemed to take an eternity. Before moving forward, he moved to the papers and signed them. Sealing them back in the envelope and leaving it on top of his lap top. “I’ll mail it tomorrow morning,” he said proudly.

He moved toward her, without hesitation. Capturing her in his arms. Kissing her more deeply now. His movements almost echoing a wolf on the prowl. His budding desires for herself slowly being fed. His hands fully exploring her body. Wanting nothing more than her.

Leaving the studio for somewhere less public was the most practical course of action, especially considering the occupational & personal entanglements that complicated matters; never before had being practical ever sucked so damn much. As soon as the words left her mouth, her inner voice was screaming at her to just shut up and get back to kissing. But the words were already out there, and it was a logical plan.

So, even though her lips still tingled with his kiss and every part of her felt lit from within, Nikki did the responsible thing and shooed Jack back to the green room to rinse off (the oil used to make the wrestlers glisten under the lights was a bitch to get off) and get dressed. A blush tinged her cheeks, the offer to help him shower on her tongue; to say such a thing would derail her rational plan.

Though reluctant to part, for fear that the spell between them would be broken, Nikki allowed her hand to trail down his forearm to his right hand, putting the promise of the immediate future into that subtle touch. Their eyes connected for a moment more and then the young woman forced her feet to walk away.

While he was getting out of his showmanship and back into normal clothing, Nikki busied herself with locating the producer with whom she’d set up this gig that they just completed and once more expressed her gratitude. Maintaining good relationships was crucial to her occupational success; she needed all the allies that she could get in the media sphere.

By the time she came to a stop outside the green room door, Jack was exiting; dressed in a dark blue jean and a dark grey t-shirt that made his gorgeous blue eyes pop. Her heart leapt with giddy anticipation as they made their way out of the studio together, walking side-by-side, the back of their hands brushing with every swing of their arms. Her mind was buzzing with excitement and nerves.

Is this really happening?

The hotel room door beeped with a swipe of Jack’s room card, allowing them to enter the standard, yet hideous room. Nikki watched, staying silent, as he approached the documents that he abandoned on the desk’s top upon opening them. The scratch of the pen against the papers as he signed & initialed in various spots was surprisingly loud in the quiet room.

“I’ll mail it tomorrow morning,”

Nikki nodded with all the sincerity that momentous change deserved. Unsure what she could or should say in response the brunette just moved to his side and rested her hand on his shoulder, supporting him silently.

Then, suddenly, he was turning and sweeping her into his arms. She barely had a moment to process the change in position before he captured her lips in a desperate kiss. She returned the kiss with equal fervor while her thoughts spun out, drowned in the lust and emotion that she’d spent months repressing. There would be time for her to work through her thoughts later; right now, her baser desires were more pressing.

“Your bed or mine?” She asked in a breathless whisper against his lips, hands scrabbling to find purchase on his cotton-covered shoulders. The sensation of his hands running up her sides, beneath her blouse, left fire in their wake. Her mind was swimming in lust, all reason drowned in an overlapping cacophony of need, want, need, want.

The touch of his lips was intoxicating, the gentleness of their earlier kiss was nowhere to be. This was a kiss that spoke of desire, passion, and longing. It left her helpless her own passions. Her hands slipped underneath the hem of the t-shirt to run her fingers over the sculpted muscle beneath.

if it feels this good to touch his skin, what would it taste like?

An flitting image danced across her mind, (unbidden, but welcome,) of him stretched out languidly beneath her while the flat of her tongue traced every hard earned muscle of his stomach and chest.

Emboldened, Nikki run her short nails up his chest, teasing his nipples before pushing the shirt up and off. With the little space necessitated by the action, Nikki began kissing up the left side of his neck, feeling the tendons beneath stretch and strain. She nipped lightly at his jawline before returning to his perfect mouth amid a happy chuckle. God, she felt like she was actual drunk on his being… and she was quite content with that.

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“I’m doing everything I can for Thomas but my marriage is toast […] She sent me the papers…”

“Of course you are,” Nikki assured quickly, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder, “Everyone knows you’re doing your damnedest for Thomas, Jack. Thomas knows that. Even Staci knows that.”

The news that Staci had sent the papers was shocking and left her floundering for a response. She’d only experienced them as a couple in the midst of disfunction, but she’d always assumed divorce was a threat that Staci would never follow through with. She, Jack & Thomas were a family; how could Staci throw that away?

“I am so sorry,” Nikki said sincerely, reacting first & foremost as a friend. She may want to be more than friends with him, but she’d never abandon their foundation of friendship. “are you okay?”

“I don’t want to explore around. I’m not my brother. “

Her eyes widened in concern. Is that what he’d taken from her concerns? Fuck. “Of course you aren’t; I didn’t-” Groaning softly, the young woman attempted to correct the misconception, “I only meant that you might want to see what’s out there for you.”

“I’ve been in love with you since you walked into my life…”

To hear the very words that she’d been secretly guiltily hoping for caused a surreal sensation in a fuzzy, white noise to fill her mind. An involuntarily smile stole over her lips basking in the knowledge that her love was return.

Suddenly all of her concerns and hesitations seemed like minor inconveniences, as opposed to insurmountable obstacles. Even her morals faltered & then ceased to be relevant under the glorious truth. Almost divorced was basically divorced, right? It was his marriage, not hers. If he said it was over, then who was she to question that?

Having justified her choices to herself at least for the moment, Nikki offered him a soft smile, leaning into his hands on her body. “Well, that works out then ‘cause I love you too.”

Around them the world faded into nothingness, only Jack remained in focus. Leaning up on her tiptoes, Nikki pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. The touch of his lips against hers set her body alight in a way that she’d never encountered before.

Reality crashed down around them with the shout of, ‘Quiet on set!’ and Nikki was jolted back into the real world. Pulling back slowly, Nikki suggested, “Let’s get somewhere more private, yeah?” They did have a hotel room, after all.

It never failed to amaze him, how much Nikki had been there for him. He hadn’t searched her out or anything of the kind. She had just seemed to appear out of thin air. Like an his own personal guardian angel.

Falling in love with Nikki was just natural...and he had no intention of losing her. Hell, he would regret it, if he did.

The feeling of her lips pressed against his made him pause, only for a brief second before kissing her back gently. It was gentle. Chaste. Nothing heavy. A confirmation of his love for her.

He nodded at her approval. The walk back to the hotel room was slow and seemed to take an eternity. Before moving forward, he moved to the papers and signed them. Sealing them back in the envelope and leaving it on top of his lap top. “I’ll mail it tomorrow morning,” he said proudly.

He moved toward her, without hesitation. Capturing her in his arms. Kissing her more deeply now. His movements almost echoing a wolf on the prowl. His budding desires for herself slowly being fed. His hands fully exploring her body. Wanting nothing more than her.

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Is mental whiplash a thing? Nikki wondered absently as the moment shifted from professional to the unprofessional. Was this really happening? Now? Here? They’d been dancing around the unspoken draw between them for months now, playing with fire, but never giving in. Why was he choosing now to finally cross that unspoken boundary?

“Staci has the entire trip to use against me,” he said whispering. “All the money, I’ve spent elsewhere. She knows where I stand. I live at the ring.”

“As of this very moment,” Nikki whispered in return, holding on tight to what logic and common sense she could under the onslaught of pure want. “there’s nothing about this trip for her to use. It’s work, allowing you to,” here she struggled to get the words out, “provide for she & Thomas.”

It would be glorious, she knew, if they only dared to take the metaphorical leap; all the heat and desire that had been simmering since that very first meeting would explode. It wouldn’t end there, though. No, she knew that if they started this, there’d be no stopping it. Whatever lay between them was the real deal. God, every cell in her body wanted to just give in to the pull between them.

But she couldn’t be that selfish and that’s exactly what she would be doing if she let herself give in to her own wants. It wasn’t about just her, or Jack, it was about Thomas. She had to think about what was best for the youngest Spade. Yes, Staci had served Jack with divorce papers, but nothing was over until it was legally over. Until then, Thomas deserved a chance for his parents to reconcile, a chance (however small) to have his family reunited without any obstruction. That was the least that Nikki could give the child, isn’t it?

The idea that the little boy would come to hate her for ‘destroying his family,’ at any point in the future was physically painful. He’d earned a place in her heart all his own during her babysitting stints with him while Jack & Staci had attended marriage counseling sessions or gone on date nights, hoping to rekindle what they once had. She couldn’t have him thinking that she’d come between his parents; he’d hate her.

“The divorce, Jack, if we stop right-uh,” the Maryland native groaned as Jack dropped his head to kiss her neck. Oh fuck. Why was he testing her will so? “-right now, we haven’t done anything we cannot undo. We can just pretend none of this happened.”

“I don’t care if everyone in the studio sees us make out.”

“You should care,” Nikki replied, placing her hands upon his broad shoulders. The warmth of golden skin was so appealing. She pushed him back a step, meeting his steel blue eyes dead on so he could see her sincerity, “She could take everything in the divorce if she gets the ammo, Jack, and I don’t want to be that ammo against you. If she took Thomas ‘cause of me…” She shook her head mournfully, “I can’t be the reason that your family crumbles, Jack, I can’t.”

“If you’ll allow me the honor, my Queen.”

“Jack, you’re talking crazy,” she said, a tired smile playing at her lips, “you aren’t even divorced yet.” In spite of her words, her smaller fingers curled into his, “Don’t you want to sow some wild oats or something?”

Shaking her head softly, the younger woman hurried to assure, “I’m not judging. You deserve to have some fun, explore being single again, but I can’t be your rebound. We’re the real thing, and too good together to fuck this up.”

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It shouldn’t have caught him off guard. Yet, somehow it did. His own brother’s reflection was coming through him despite the fact, that wasn’t his intention. He took a breath and did his best to steady himself.

“I’m doing everything that I can for Thomas but my marriage is toast,” he said, looking down defeated. “She sent me the papers...and I didn’t know when we would be the right time to tell you.”

He squeezed her hand back and just focused on her. Not looking away. “My marriage was falling apart long before we met. She’s always been less than thrilled about this...about what I do.” He moved slowly back toward Nikki, embracing her again. His hands still exploring.

“I don’t want you as a rebound.” He closed his eyes doing his best to find the right words. “I want you to be the Queen to my King on every level.” He shuddered as he struggled with his words. “I don’t want to explore around. I’m not my brother. I’ve been in love with you since you walked into my life...and I want you in the ring with me, in the office and off the clock.”

He stopped himself. “You’re the best person to come into my life in decades. I don’t want to lose you...”

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Nikki wasn’t surprised that it took Jack giving them an order to get the rest of them in motion. In her months working with the D.W.L., it had become clear that while the team loved their home-away-from-home, the D.W.L., they were not the most independently-motivated people in town. As far as she could deduce the business had always functioned as such; clearly, the legendary “King Spade” had run his business

“You’ll come out as my valet at first. Then you’ll push me aside and take center stage. Announce that you and Crystal are going to have a match.”

A single eyebrow lifted while a soft smirk played on her lips, “That’s awfully presumptuous of you.” She pushed him playfully in the shoulder, “What made you think I want to be in the show?”

Where had he gotten the notion? The idea hadn’t even entered her mind until this conversation. She really truly was a behind-the-scenes kind of a girl. Literally, she’d worked on the sets for her high school drama department. That being said, now that he’d mentioned it, it was an interesting thought. Not the being-in-the-limelight aspect of it, that still terrified her to her core (stage fright was a real thing,) but she liked the possibility of making a more substantial impact in the D.W.L.. A baser part of her was drawn to the intimate nature that being Jack’s valet. As wrong & inadvisable as it was, she wanted to be closer to the man, to know him. He was just too magnetic of a person.

A small gasp of breath left her lips in a rush as she was suddenly enveloped in firm arms. “Jack!” she exclaimed in a hushed exhale,

Queen Spade… in all his colors…the blood rushed in her ears as she grew momentarily light-headed. Goddamn, that was a tempting proposition. It was so hard to think sandwiched between the ropes and his body with his hands roaming so… “We’re in public. Anyone sees you doing this and the rumor mill will get wind of it; don’t give Staci anything to use in the divorce.” 

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This was a partner-ship on every level...or at least, there seemed to be growing feelings between them. At least, far as he could tell. Not that he had made any kind of attempt to cross the line.

He turned his head back, watching and making sure the others had left. Fully. His hands still working against her backside, squeezing and feeling her cheeks. Something he had only dreamed about.

“Staci has the entire trip to use against me,” he said whispering. “All the money, I’ve spent elsewhere. She knows where I stand. I live at the ring.”

He made no attempt to move away from Nikki. Instead, he lowered his head to her neck and began sucking and kissing. Marking her. Letting a bit of his wild side out. He pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes.

He brushed his nose against her’s. His lips ever so close. Yet, not connecting.

“I can help you work the stage. Handle Crystal in the ring. I need you to start acting the part.” 

It was a bold move. A risky one of his part. One that he would either regret or succeed at.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t care if everyone in the studio sees us make out.” He closed his eyes contemplating. “I want you as my partner on every. Single. Level.”

He reached for her hand and embraced it. “If you’ll allow me the honor, my Queen.”

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Nikki offered the brothers a slightly sympathetic smile as they walked over to the edge of the visible set. As they jumped off the stage, her eyes flicked instinctively to Jack and the play of firm muscle beneath perfectly tanned flesh. Self-reproach and guilt had her dropping her gaze to the painted concrete floor before Jack could pick upon her objectification (even though it had been an innocent glance.) She’d be an utter fool to risk the life she was building by letting her hopeless crush derail that.

…it would go a long way towards mitigating her inappropriate wants if only Jack’s sweat-glistened form didn’t make her pulse quicken and her mouth go dry. Deciding that her only path forward was to limit her exposure to the temptation, Nikki busied herself with her clipboard, feigning referencing the itinerary she’d created for this press tour.

He was magnanimous; at most all she did was offer small story adjustments and occasional character angles, attributing any part of his craft to her was an unearned kindness. “Oh please,” she objected a small smile on her lips, daring to look at him in effort to gauge whether her sincerity would land, “you are the brilliant writer, I’m just a human sounding board.”

“Yeah, yeah, Jack’s amazing,” Ace interjected bitterly. His tone bringing to mind a toddler, who was used to being the center of attention, getting jealous & angry when someone else gets attention. “Are we done? I’m itching to explore.”

Nikki barely resisted the impulse to roll her eyes at the display of immaturity & petulance. Walking backwards so that she could address the men while they headed to the dressing rooms they’d been given to change, she scanned the itinerary again, “No. You, Bobby, & Crystal need to go down two floors to the GRT radio station offices and record enough ‘bumpers’ for this week’s rotation. Apocalypse & Diego are still ‘invading’ that livestream for another hour or so.”

Ace grumbled under his breath, but Nikki & Jack both ignored him; it was far easier that way.

“I still want you in the ring, […] Even if it’s just you in a bikini and me. All alone.” […] “I could show you some moves.”

I still want you […]. All alone. […] show you some moves. The words rang in Nikki’s ears, echoing and twisting in her thoughts. Oh God, he couldn’t have phrased that any more temptingly if he’d a gun to his head. Her brain whited out for a second as his words registered. He didn’t mean it; he didn’t mean it. That was the mantra that she forcibly repeated in a desperate attempt to stave off the dirty thoughts that were threatening to drive her to distraction.

Nikki fought down a flush and mumbled, “I’m sure you could, mainly cause I don’t know any wrestling moves, but uh, I’m more of a behind-the-scenes gal.”

He did his best to keep a calm and level head around Nikki. It was easier said than done. Especially, when they were sharing confined spaces together.

He made no real attempt to move away from her. Instead, he removed his leather jacket and grabbed a towel. Wiping himself down.

“No, we’re the duo,” he said proudly. A title, he never thought he would share with anyone. Sure, he had the drive. The ambition to create it all but she was the other half the equation, he needed. Without even realizing it.

“You all heard her! Go!” he shouted. Still, keeping the pace.

“I’m serious. I’ve already written you in.” He had written the script for her, while she had fallen asleep in his lap on the road. Even then, he could feel all the eyes upon them. “You’ll come out as my valet at first. Then you’ll push me aside and take center stage. Announce that you and Crystal are going to have a match.”

 He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his arms. His hands cupping her ass, squeezing and kneading, without a thought. His eyes locked with her’s. “You’ve got four weeks of training with me ahead.”

He placed her gently against the ropes of the ring. His hands moving down her legs. Still, holding her securely. “I want you in my colors on all fronts. “The Queen Spade.”

A pounding was building behind her eyes, the first sign of an impending migraine, but she set her teeth and ignored it. They had far too tight of a production schedule for anyone to be any less than 100%, even herself. God only knows what might what happen if there was no one to corral the hot-blooded wrestlers and keep them from blowing up. The segment on this show might only be 15 minutes, but that was 15 minutes on regional airwaves. It was just the exposure that they needed to kick off this press run. First regional tv, then national tv would want in.

The pressure on this segment was enough to make Nikki’s stress levels uncomfortable high, but the prospect of what was to come next was making her jittery. When she’d coordinated this nearby state media tour, she’d never imagined she’d be making the circuit with them, but Jack had wisely pointed out that this plan was her baby and as such she was the best person to keep the group on task. With her obligations as caretaker covered by the overnight nursing staff agency, Nikki had no reason to deny her boss’ request that she make the journey with the core group…

What’d he neglected to tell her, however, was that their mode of transportation was one of two vinyl-wrapped tour buses (apparently a gift from their generous financial backer.) With a group of eight on this press road-trip, they’d broken up into two groups of four, Nikki should count herself lucky that she ended up sharing with Crystal, Bobby, and Jack. It was certainly better than ending up the only woman on a bus full of testosterone!

Sharing such a tight space with any other person was hard enough, but to do so with Jack? That was a challenge of epic proportions if ever Nikki encountered one. It wasn’t that she thought cohabitating with him would be overly taxing, no more so then sharing space with Bobby and Crystal, or that she found his company unpleasant. The truth of the matter was she liked Jack; a little too much. He was handsome, charming, hard working, creative, & driven. From the moment they met on that summer day over lawnmowers, he’d occupied many an errant thought in her mind. At first she’d written it off as Her being desperate for connection in this strange new town. Only problem was it didn’t stop even when she made acquaintances and friends in Duffy. Eventually even hers self delusions gave way to reality: she was majorly crushing on her new boss.

All the men in town who could have caught her eye and she had to be into the most unavailable guy among Duffy’s residents. The man was off-limits by every definition of the term: he was older than she was, he was her boss, and, oh yeah, he was a married family man. It was hopeless crush that would have to burn out eventually. Traveling in a recreational vehicle with him for a week was an exercise in denial and unresolved personal tension, but it was her job.

She would just have to woman up and power trough. First thing was first, though, the segment was wrapping up and from her vantage point hidden off set, she could just see Ace pushing his way into Jack’s space, making the hosts wonder for a breathless moment if a brawl might break out right then.

“Clear!” shouted the director, sending everyone working on stage and off it to spring in action. There were only a few minutes of advertisements and the next segment was a cooking one. Fighting her way through the hubbub, Nikki sided up to her people as they returned backstage.

“That was great guys, very convincing!” Nikki told them brightly, “Audiences are going to be hooked on this brother-vs-brother, who will come out on top?” She shot both brothers a conspiratorial look, “That age old question will draw people in and your story for the shows will keep them there.”

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Nikki offered the brothers a slightly sympathetic smile as they walked over to the edge of the visible set. As they jumped off the stage, her eyes flicked instinctively to Jack and the play of firm muscle beneath perfectly tanned flesh. Self-reproach and guilt had her dropping her gaze to the painted concrete floor before Jack could pick upon her objectification (even though it had been an innocent glance.) She’d be an utter fool to risk the life she was building by letting her hopeless crush derail that.

…it would go a long way towards mitigating her inappropriate wants if only Jack’s sweat-glistened form didn’t make her pulse quicken and her mouth go dry. Deciding that her only path forward was to limit her exposure to the temptation, Nikki busied herself with her clipboard, feigning referencing the itinerary she’d created for this press tour.

He was magnanimous; at most all she did was offer small story adjustments and occasional character angles, attributing any part of his craft to her was an unearned kindness. “Oh please,” she objected a small smile on her lips, daring to look at him in effort to gauge whether her sincerity would land, “you are the brilliant writer, I’m just a human sounding board.”

“Yeah, yeah, Jack’s amazing,” Ace interjected bitterly. His tone bringing to mind a toddler, who was used to being the center of attention, getting jealous & angry when someone else gets attention. “Are we done? I’m itching to explore.”

Nikki barely resisted the impulse to roll her eyes at the display of immaturity & petulance. Walking backwards so that she could address the men while they headed to the dressing rooms they’d been given to change, she scanned the itinerary again, “No. You, Bobby, & Crystal need to go down two floors to the GRT radio station offices and record enough ‘bumpers’ for this week’s rotation. Apocalypse & Diego are still ‘invading’ that livestream for another hour or so.”

Ace grumbled under his breath, but Nikki & Jack both ignored him; it was far easier that way.

I still want you […]. All alone. […] show you some moves. The words rang in Nikki’s ears, echoing and twisting in her thoughts. Oh God, he couldn’t have phrased that any more temptingly if he’d a gun to his head. Her brain whited out for a second as his words registered. He didn’t mean it; he didn’t mean it. That was the mantra that she forcibly repeated in a desperate attempt to stave off the dirty thoughts that were threatening to drive her to distraction.

Nikki fought down a flush and mumbled, “I’m sure you could, mainly cause I don’t know any wrestling moves, but uh, I’m more of a behind-the-scenes gal.”

He did his best to keep a calm and level head around Nikki. It was easier said than done. Especially, when they were sharing confined spaces together.

He moved in closer to her, grabbing a towel wiping himself down. It was almost as if he were giving in. Just showing himself off to her. His leather jacket removed and folded onto the stage.

“No, Nik,” he said, letting his nickname flow from his lips. “We’re a duo.”

It felt like it hadn’t been that long ago since she had made herself known. Maybe less than a year, yet, he always found himself around her. He spent more time with her than anyone else.

He was living out of the ring these days. Sleeping on the couch. Sure, he maintained his job at the lawnmower shop but it wasn’t his true home. His marriage was failing because of the constant disagreements.

“You’re still my girl.”

It was hammering the point home on so many levels. He had considered bringing her into the ring so many times. He moved behind her. His hips bumping into her backside. His hard on showing. “Be my valet for one night and we’ll be an even bigger team together. Make you the Queen of this show.”

On some level, she already was. He couldn’t imagine functioning without her.

A pounding was building behind her eyes, the first sign of an impending migraine, but she set her teeth and ignored it. They had far too tight of a production schedule for anyone to be any less than 100%, even herself. God only knows what might what happen if there was no one to corral the hot-blooded wrestlers and keep them from blowing up. The segment on this show might only be 15 minutes, but that was 15 minutes on regional airwaves. It was just the exposure that they needed to kick off this press run. First regional tv, then national tv would want in.

The pressure on this segment was enough to make Nikki’s stress levels uncomfortable high, but the prospect of what was to come next was making her jittery. When she’d coordinated this nearby state media tour, she’d never imagined she’d be making the circuit with them, but Jack had wisely pointed out that this plan was her baby and as such she was the best person to keep the group on task. With her obligations as caretaker covered by the overnight nursing staff agency, Nikki had no reason to deny her boss’ request that she make the journey with the core group…

What’d he neglected to tell her, however, was that their mode of transportation was one of two vinyl-wrapped tour buses (apparently a gift from their generous financial backer.) With a group of eight on this press road-trip, they’d broken up into two groups of four, Nikki should count herself lucky that she ended up sharing with Crystal, Bobby, and Jack. It was certainly better than ending up the only woman on a bus full of testosterone!

Sharing such a tight space with any other person was hard enough, but to do so with Jack? That was a challenge of epic proportions if ever Nikki encountered one. It wasn’t that she thought cohabitating with him would be overly taxing, no more so then sharing space with Bobby and Crystal, or that she found his company unpleasant. The truth of the matter was she liked Jack; a little too much. He was handsome, charming, hard working, creative, & driven. From the moment they met on that summer day over lawnmowers, he’d occupied many an errant thought in her mind. At first she’d written it off as Her being desperate for connection in this strange new town. Only problem was it didn’t stop even when she made acquaintances and friends in Duffy. Eventually even hers self delusions gave way to reality: she was majorly crushing on her new boss.

All the men in town who could have caught her eye and she had to be into the most unavailable guy among Duffy’s residents. The man was off-limits by every definition of the term: he was older than she was, he was her boss, and, oh yeah, he was a married family man. It was hopeless crush that would have to burn out eventually. Traveling in a recreational vehicle with him for a week was an exercise in denial and unresolved personal tension, but it was her job.

She would just have to woman up and power trough. First thing was first, though, the segment was wrapping up and from her vantage point hidden off set, she could just see Ace pushing his way into Jack’s space, making the hosts wonder for a breathless moment if a brawl might break out right then.

“Clear!” shouted the director, sending everyone working on stage and off it to spring in action. There were only a few minutes of advertisements and the next segment was a cooking one. Fighting her way through the hubbub, Nikki sided up to her people as they returned backstage.

“That was great guys, very convincing!” Nikki told them brightly, “Audiences are going to be hooked on this brother-vs-brother, who will come out on top?” She shot both brothers a conspiratorial look, “That age old question will draw people in and your story for the shows will keep them there.”

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walshnikki​:

“There’s no need to apologize.” Nikki waved away the apology with a soft smile, “It’s nice to have someone believe in me… even though I haven’t done anything to affirm that belief yet.”

She wasn’t entirely sure why he was so confident in her already. He’d claimed it was because he had a feeling about her and that might explain why he didn’t immediately eject her from his office when she walked in, but to offer her partnership and throw open the metaphorical doors on his family business for her? That was a drastic path of action.

Regardless of his motivations, Nikki wanted to prove herself worthy of his trust & the position. She had been given a gift in his willingness to hire her, and she’d be a fool to question it too much.

“[…] I want you to own the room around here.”

Nikki scoffed lightly, “Yeah, somehow, I doubt that a random woman walking in and handing out work to do is going to down well with them.” She nodded her turned half a step to look at him, “You’ll have to introduce me, at least.”

“My brother lays a hand on you. Come to me.”

“You make that sound like a definite thing,” Nikki said amid a gentle chuckle, “I’m sure he’s not that…bold.”

She chose to keep her brief interaction with the younger Spade to herself. She wasn’t a delicate flower that needed a white knight to intervene at the simplest attempt at flirting. She could deflect flirting like nobody’s business.

She’d shot him down once and she wouldn’t hesitate to do so again if need be. Guys like Ace were a dime a dozen; a player just trying to use sexual prowess to affirm his manliness. Players weren’t what she wanted, and she never would. “Don’t worry about Ace. I can handle him.”

“Feel free to dig through my laptop. Just don’t spoil anything about the upcoming matches.”

“Speaking of upcoming matches, you seriously need to do some storyline damage control. After you took Ace down so swiftly in the ring which, and I’m just guessing here but that wasn’t in your script was it? After the fight, your fans feel cheated. Well not your fans, the fans of the DWL. I’m sure your fans were thrilled to see their champion take his rival down so efficiently and completely. Your audience as a whole feels jipped right now. You’ve got to give them something juicy to sink their teeth into, quickly, before they move on.”

Realizing how that might sound to her new employer, the young woman quickly clarified, “I’m not judging, I’m sure you did what needed doing. You can totally spin this: just a fake-out detour to the actual showdown… like a cliffhanger.”

“[…] Then I just might have to spank you.”

And to that, Nikki was wordless. Her body, however, responded quickly swiftly: a soft blush gracing the surface of her cheeks. She quickly scrabbled to pull herself together, found herself responding, “You’d have to catch me first.”

Yet again, as soon as the words came out of her mouth, Nikki realized there were two ways to interpret that particular statement. “I was talking about the spanking, by the way, not you’d have catch me spoiling upcoming matches because I would never do that.”

He couldn’t help but note her blush. It was such a minor thing. He hadn’t flirted in such a long time. Not that he should have been so willing. His life was a wreck at the moment. Between the D.W.L. problems and resorting his life, things weren’t exactly in the best circumstances. “Oh, I can do that,” he said with a wink. The prospect of bringing her into handle storylines with him was certainly a thought. One, he was definitely considering. Based on how quickly, she had mentioned it. “Yeah, I’m kind of in a bind on that front. Not that I want them to know that.” He paused and just took her in. “The majority of my writing comes out on the spur of the moment. Not that my brother is a fan of them.” He shook his head. “He wants to be the hero and I’m just a heel at heart.” Not that he didn’t think about changing his role. People relished in hating him as a heel and he enjoyed it. “In a matter of moments, you’re already providing your value.” He smirked a bit. “Next few days, I’d you and me need to work out that plan.” He was blunt and to the point, when it came down to the job. Nothing was going to change that now. “And my brother is trouble. Flirting ain’t the only thing that gets him into trouble.”