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It was all Christian could do to keep the grin off his face as he and Lita entered the redhead's hotel room.

Although he'd been making nice with the diva for over a month now, this was the first time he'd ever actually been this alone with her. Oh, sure, he'd been alone with her lots of times over the last several weeks since he'd rescued her from Molly, Victoria and Steven - but this was a whole new ballgame. This was a hell of a lot more... intimate.

Intimate... The word reverberated in Christian's head. He had a lot actually planned out in his mind, but would things go the way he envisioned them?

"Come on in," Lita said, turning around to face him as he stood still just in the doorway. "Make yourself comfortable. I won't bit - unless you want me to..." A bright, mischievous, and flirtatious grin spread across her face.

The blond man couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping him as he stepped into the room. Maybe this was going to be much easier than he'd thought... Of course, the redhead might have been joking despite the obvious innuendo.

"Sure... Don't mind if I do," was all he replied. He tugged on his wheeled suitcase, aware for the first time since getting here that he still had it with him. Maybe Lita was going to make him take it directly to his own room first? But when he stopped it in front of the desk, she didn't utter a word about doing so.

The redhead sat on the edge of one of the two queen-sized beds and began tugging off her shoes. She looked up at Christian as he stood uncertainly, and almost shyly over her a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his khakis.

"Christian... come here - sit with me..."

The Canadian edged closer and sat beside the diva on the bed. It took all his willpower not to grin, but he felt a tiny tugging at the corners of his mouth - as though little fairies were pulling at them. He didn't want the redhead to be onto him, though... But it was obvious that she suspected nothing of his and Chris Jericho's bet...

The redhead's hazel eyes were downcast for a beat, and she looked a little sad.

"What is it?" the blond man asked softly.

She raised her gaze to meet his cornflower blue eyes.

"I sort of cost you your match against Matt tonight," she said softly. "I guess my being out there sort of hurt rather than helped you..."

Christian's expression softened.

"Lita... Honey, don't say that," he spoke. "It wasn't your fault - blame it on that damn Molly Holly..." He lowered his own gaze so that he was staring at a spot on the floor. "I'm just sorry I didn't beat Matt... I-" He raised his blue eyes to meet her hazel orbs again. "I really wanted to beat him for you..."

The redhead seemed to melt as she smiled softly at his comment. He really did seem too good to be true, and she appreciated everything he'd done for her. He'd made her feel good and special when she'd felt low and worthless - in the trying time after Matt Hardy had broken up with her.

She decided to show him her gratitude...

"You're sweet, Christian..." The redheaded diva reached one hand up to his face, her forefinger pressing gently against his cheek. Then, slowly, she moved forward, closing the distance between them and placing her lips against his.

Bingo! Jackpot! Christian thought as he kissed her back. Her tongue felt hot and demanding, and he couldn't help the little groan that issued from him as she slipped her hand to his inner thigh...

He only wondered if Chris had already scored, thus winning the bet...