Joe POV

After my encounter with Aimee yesterday I couldn't get her out of my mind, she was beautiful even with a tear stained face but she was also a McMahon which meant that I had to very careful how I went about this.

"Yo earth to Joe" Dean says knocking on my forehead "the hell is wrong with you?" he asks

"sorry man I've got stuff on my mind" I say "what were you saying?"

"I was wishing you luck for your match tonight" he says "you know you can talk to me right?"

"Alright but this stays between us" I say "when I went for my meeting yesterday I met or rather caught this girl and she hasn't left my mind since"

"Caught? what was she doing jumping off something?" he asks "more importantly does she have a name?"

"No she'd got some bad news and her knees gave out" I say "Her name is Aimee, Aimee McMahon"

"The bosses niece are you insane?" he gasps "you have to forget about her, you mess with her and Vince will have your nuts on a silver platter"

As we continue to walk down the hall way I know to some extent he was right but forgetting about her wasn't an option I had told her I would be there for her that I would be some one she could talk to and I wasn't about to go back on my word. Looking up my eyes fall on the girl in question as she walks into the wardrobe department and I can't resist the urge to talk to her.

"Hey there's something I have to do, I'll catch up with you later" I say patting his shoulder

"You have a death wish" he calls after me "it was nice knowing you"

Aimee POV

Sitting down at my table I lay out the item I was working on, I was putting the finishing touches on the racer back riot vest we had made for Joe I just had a little stitching left to do. I thread my needle and as it pierces the fabric I hear the door open, when I look up I see Joe smiling at me.

"Hey Joe do you need something?" I ask with a smile

"Hey babygirl, I just wanted to see how you were doing today" he asks taking a seat next to me

"Babygirl?" I ask and he smirks "I'm doing ok, I had a moment this morning but I'm good"

"I tell you what" he says reaching for a pen and paper "here is my number, next time you have a moment you call me and I'll help you through it"

"thank you I appreciate it" I say "since your here do you have time for me to see how this fits?" I ask tapping the vest

"I always have time for you" he smiles "do you need my shirt off?" he asks

"Yes please it will give me a better idea of the fit" I say not looking as I finish the last stitches, fastening off the thread I pick up the vest and turn to face Joe who is now stood shirtless in front of me.

Jesus take the wheel why did I say yes? Standing up I undo the velcro and then place the vest over Joe's head, I fasten the straps one by one and then slide my hands from his sides to his stomach smoothing them out and I can feel the heat rising in my face.

Avoiding eye contact I run my fingers between his chest and the fabric of the vest making sure the fit is right and it's not digging in anywhere and I feel him tense at my touch.

"Sorry I need to make sure it's not digging in" I say "I just need to check the back and then we're done"

"It's fine take your time babygirl" he says as I move round behind him "you do what you need to do"

Just like before I reach up and run my fingers between his back and the fabric my fingers once again brushing against his soft warm skin. I take a step back to look at it properly and it works with the shape of his back perfectly.

"It fits perfectly" I say moving back in front of him "you can take it off now"

"Hold on now don't I get to look in the mirror?" he asks 

"Sure of course go right ahead" I say and I watch as he walks over the full length mirror to examine his new vest

"It's great babygirl and I love the back" he smiles "can I wear it tonight?"

"I mean it's finished so sure why not" I smile "I'm glad you like it"

Joe walks back over to me and sits beside me taking my hand in his, I look at him and he smiles softly while running his thumb over the back of my hand and I swallow hard.

"I'd like it if we could hang out outside of work" he says "what do you think?"

"I'm not allowed to get involved with the talent I'm sorry Joe" I sigh "Uncle Vince's rule"

"Involved as in romantically?" he asks and I nod "that's ok babygirl, we can hang out as friends though right? strictly platonic"

"Yeah we can hang out as friends" I smile "but that's how it has to stay"

"I promise no lines will be crossed" he says crossing his heart "I'll see you after the show"

As I watch him leave I begin to wonder what the hell I was thinking, how in all hell could I just be friends with him? I can't even do a fitting without it getting awkward. This was not going to be as easy as he thinks.