Clumsy

Chapter Two

John walked into the hotel that would be his home for the next several months of rehabilitation. He looked around and noticed that no one even glanced his way as he stood in the middle of the foyer.

He made his way to the front desk. "I have a reservation for Cena," he told the young woman who just nodded and walked away. "What the fuck?" he questioned. He thought Paul said that this was the best place to go to. They sure as hell weren't making that good of an impression on him.

He stood there, feeling like a complete idiot until he felt a hand on his good shoulder. He turned to see a woman who stood about 5'6 standing beside him. She had vibrant red hair and amazing green eyes and a smile to die for.

"Hello, John," she greeted. "I'm Elizabeth Wisdom, the manager here. Paul put me personally in charge of all of your affairs. You'll be on the twenty-fourth floor, the one right below me, in the presidential suite. If you need anything here's my card with my room telephone and on the back is my cell phone number," she said and handed him her business card.

"So, I can call you anytime?" John asked, looking down at the card.

"As long as it's business related, John. I don't have time to be running errands for you, even though sometimes I wished I did that than running this whole hotel," she smiled. "Now, I'll show you to your room."

John stood, staring at her form for a minute as she walked to the elevator. He grinned to himself and followed her, stepping in the elevator behind her. "So, Miss Wisdom…"

"You can call me, Lizzie," she interrupted. "Everyone else does."

"Okay, so, Lizzie, how long have you been managing this lovely establishment?"

"This will be my fifth year. I got promoted from an assistant manager shortly after Paul was here for his first quad tear. I was put in charge of his affairs too and I guess I did such a wonderful job he called and complained that I should be in charge of the whole hotel. And with his father in law being a billionaire, he more or less got his way."

"Really? So, how many wrestlers have you dealt with?"

"Quite a few," she said as the elevator stopped on the twenty-fourth floor. "Paul both times he tore his quad, Dave Bautista, Adam Copeland, Lita, Bobby Lashley, you."

"An all-star line up," he said as she opened the door. She and John walked in and he saw that his bags had been brought up from the car. "Damn, you guys are fast."

"Well, the WWE is one of our most prized clients that come through here. Vince always knows that we take the best care of his Superstars and Divas. I can personally guarantee that the whole time you're here, you won't be bothered. You'll have a personal cleaning staff that only comes in when you're gone and your room is registered under an alias so no one can find out that you're here."

"You pull out all the stops," he told her, looking around the extravagant room. "So, where do you stay?"

"The floor above you in the penthouse. If, and only if, you can't get a hold of me can you come up and knock on my door. Not just whenever you feel like it."

"Yes, ma'am," John smiled, saluting her.

"Great. Now, I'll just let you get settled in. If you need me, I'll be in my office on the first floor."

John watched as the redhead walked out of his room. He could really get used to having her around. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Randy's number. He listened to it ring, and ring…and ring. He finally got Randy's voicemail

"Orton, get your ass outta bed and answer your damn phone. That's what…" John's message was interrupted by a beeping on his phone that signaled Randy was calling back. He switched over to the incoming call. "Hey, Orton."

"Sorry about that, Cena," Randy said, out of breath. "I was on the treadmill."

"You're actually out of bed?"

"Of course I am. Haven't you heard? I'm getting the title at No Mercy. I got to be in the best shape."

"Congratulations," John said, his spirits kind of dampened by the thought of not being able to defend the title

"Thanks, anyway, what did you need?"

Once his mind got focused back on what he called his friend for, a smile spread across his face. "I just got checked into my hotel and I guess H told the manager that she was in charge of everything for me. And I seriously have to say, DAMN! H really fucking hooked me up. This girl is smoking! And I think she kinda digs me. She tried to act cool but I could hear it in her voice."

"Well, you better chill it, because from what I hear from Dave, this girl is like Paul's little sis. You mess with her and he'll have your neck."

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Elizabeth took a deep breath as she stepped back in the elevator. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Even though she thought she had managed to pull that whole encounter with John off with dignity and professionalism, she couldn't help but wonder if her immense lust a first sight came through in her words. The man that she saw on television was nothing compared to the man that had arrived that morning.

Lizzie made her way to her office and sat down in her leather power chair before picking up the phone and dialing Paul's number. She knew it was too early for him to be up but left a message saying John had gotten checked in okay.

The rest of the day was hectic, as usual, for Lizzie. There were too many places for her to be and not enough time in the day to get those things done much less to think about John anymore.

She finally made her way back up to her penthouse at around 9:30 that night. These fourteen and a half hour shifts were killing her. She stepped off the elevator and walked to the door, preparing to unlock it. But she stopped and what she saw made her smile. She took the post it note down from the door.

"Thanks for everything EJ. I really appreciate it. John," she read aloud. "What the hell is with EJ?" She shook her head and unlocked her door and walked in.

After throwing her heels off like she always did, Lizzie walked over to the phone and dialed the presidential suite below her.

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John smiled as the phone rang beside him. He knew his little note would earn a call back. "This is JC," he answered.

"And, apparently, this is EJ," Lizzie replied.

"Yeah, I gave you a nickname."

"You've known of me for a day and you've already given me a nickname?"

"I was just looking at your name on that card you gave me. EJ just fits you better than Elizabeth J. Wisdom."

"How so?"

"Well, Lizzie is fine if you want to be though of as a ten year old girl with pigtails. Elizabeth takes too long to say and Liz sounds like the name of a stuck up bitch (AN: Now isn't that ironic?)EJ just sounds fun and sexy. And I think a redhead needs something sexy like that."

"Thank you, John, I'm glad you think I need to change my name to be sexy," she grinned, the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Now, I didn't say that," John corrected as he flipped through the channels on the TV. "I said that EJ sounds fun and sexy. Because, if it's not too forward to say, you were sexy when you were just Lizzie."


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