________________________________________________
Edge lingered in his and Christian's hotel room for awhile after the other man left to be with Stephanie McMahon.
Earlier in the night, he'd discreetly gone and done what the redhead had suggested - when he'd been away from Christian, he'd gone to the front desk and asked for a keycard for room 233.
The tall blond man held up the keycard now, glancing it over. He ran his hand through his long hair, then checked his watch impatiently. It was a quarter to midnight, so he saw no reason why he shouldn't go to her right now.
Edge made up his mind. He rose from the bed and walked to the door, letting himself out and strode down the hall. They were on the same floor, so he didn't have too far to go.
The Canadian noted with relief that the hallway was deserted, and when he reached the proper room, he quickly swiped the keycard, then turned the knob and entered.
He didn't see the redhead anywhere in the room, but it was obvious she was there, as the lights were on, as was the TV. As he continued to stand there, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Edge's eyes instantly met the hazel ones of Lita. He drank in the alluring sight of her, his gaze traveling down to take in her towel-clad body. Evidently, she'd just stepped out of the shower.
"Hi," the redhead finally said with a smile. "You're a little early." She ran a hand through her damp hair.
Edge merely stood there, his mouth open as though in shock, dumbstruck. He couldn't take his eyes off her. After a beat, he swallowed hard.
"Yeah...Christian took off for awhile, so I just figured-"
"Hold that thought," the redhead said as she sauntered past him to snatch up the garments she'd left on the desk beside the bed. She turned back toward the bathroom door, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable, Edge."
When the diva was in the lavatory again, the door shut behind her, the blond man went to sit down on the edge of the large, comfortable bed. He glanced around the nice, cozy room, almost feeling as though he were dreaming. Was he really here, in Lita's hotel room? Had she really been walking around in front of him wearing nothing but a towel a moment ago? This is going to totally rule! he thought.
A couple of minutes later, Lita stepped out of the bathroom, and when Edge gazed at her, he very nearly began to salivate. The redhead had put on a short, red satin robe, and he sensed she was either wearing some sexy lingerie underneath, or else nothing at all.
Oh, yeah, he thought as a grin slowly spread across his face, this is so totally going to rule!
He was nearly mesmerized as Lita came to sit near him on the bed. He gazed her over, up and down, still unable to believe he was really here with her.
The redhead bit her lip as she crawled on all fours closer to him. Edge stared at her with shock, as he'd definitely not expected her to be so forward in her body language - despite the drunken sex they'd had the night before.
"I'm glad you came," she said softly, a small smile on her pretty face.
Edge managed a grin and reached a hand out, placing it on the side of her face. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world, lovely Lita..." He moved his face closer to hers with the intention of kissing her, but she moved away, reaching up to place her forefinger against the blond man's lips.
"Don't you think we should set some ground rules first?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah - you're right," the Canadian said. "Lita, you have to promise me something..."
The diva eyed him expectantly.
"What I told you last night about Christian and myself...? The Conquistadors thing - whatever you do, Red...You can't tell the Hardys."
The Women's champion blinked as she gazed directly into his emerald eyes, biting her lip again as she thought it over for a minute. This was a tough one - how was she ever going to be able to look Matt and Jeff in the eye if Edge and Christian, masquerading around as the Conquistors, tried to pull a fast one on them? It always had seemed as though the two blond Canadians would do anything, go to any lengths for the Tag Team titles, and this just confirmed it. However, she made up her mind.
"Okay, Edge...okay. I promise not to tell Matt or Jeff a thing about that."
The tall blond grinned appreciatively at her, then lowered one hand to her bare, shapely thigh. He tried to kiss her again, but again, the woman backed off just enough to elude him.
"Hold on, big boy," she said softly. "We're not finished..."
The blond Canadian gave her an almost pained look. God, how he wanted her - and all she was doing was teasing and torturing him. She was half-naked, and achingly close to him, and she refused to let him touch her.
"We can't let anyone know about us," Lita said as she slid one of her small, graceful hands to the hem of his black button-down shirt.
Edge lowered his gaze to her hand, his heart beating faster in the anticipation he felt as her fingers danced over the skin beneath his shirt.
"You're right - we can't...We have to keep the relationship a secret," he agreed, his eyes locked with hers. Oh, God... The redhead was driving him nuts.
"It'll be our little secret..." Lita whispered, her lips now only centimeters from his.
Edge's breathing began to get heavier as the redhead continued to run her hand over his pecs and abs. She moved the other hand beneath his shirt as well, and, unable to take anymore, the blond man pressed his lips against hers.