Chapter 4:
Do, Do you got a first aid kit handy?
Haley dug through her purse to find her ringing cell phone. She let out a little 'hah' of triumph and flipped open the mobile device, ceasing the music.
"Hey Candy." Haley greeted her best friend. "How's the shoulder?"
"Not too bad." Candice Michelle replied cheerfully. "How's sexy Dave?"
Haley giggled. "He's in the shower right now. We're going out to get drinks with Hunter in about twenty minutes." Juggling the phone between her shoulder and her ear, Haley tugged on her acid wash jeans. "What are you up to tonight?"
She heard Candice sigh on the other end. "It's another night of Chinese food and a movie, by myself." The cover girl replied.
"RAW's coming to LA soon," Haley consoled her friend. "'l'll pop in and we can go out then."
"Sounds great." Candice became a little more enthusiastic. "So anything exciting going on backstage?"
"Mr. Kennedy is back and giving Regal a hard time, who by the way, is on a major power trip." Haley rolled her eyes at the thought. "He cut the feed and put the lights out on Hunter and Randy! If he does that to one of my matches, I'll go ballistic!"
"He doesn't seem to be bothering the Divas." Candice pointed out. "By the way, nice ass kicking on the British Bitch, you looked good out there Champ."
"Thanks." Haley rifled through her suitcase for her black wife beater. "I don't know, I'm one hundred percent behind Kennedy though, which is weird. I'd rather have King Kennedy Kennedy than King Regal."
Candice laughed. "I like that, King Kennedy Kennedy. How's the John situation?"
"He's out with a head injury courtesy of Randy, which is good in the fact that he's not harassing me. He's been really sour about my relationship with Dave." Haley shook her head, even though Candice couldn't see her. "He still thinks he and I should get back together, even though I'm head over heels for Dave."
"He would." Candice snorted on the other end. "I just hope he kicks JBL's ass at Judgment Day."
"Me too." Haley sighed. "You know what else sucks? Chris's whole feud with Shawn? It was bad enough I had to deal with Dave and Shawn, now this. It's ridiculous."
"No pun intended, but you had to expect some kind of Backlash, babe. Shawn Michaels was responsible for ending the career of one the greatest legends of all time." Candice argued. "Especially since Ric meant a lot to both Dave and Chris."
"I just feel like I'm caught in the middle you know." Haley slipped her wife beater on. "With Dave, I kind of sat on the sidelines and let him handle it, as Chris's valet, I can't do that."
"You could always quit." Candice joked. "It's not like Chris would mind really. He offered you the job to help you out, not the other way around."
"Yeah, but it's benefited both of us, plus, he's my best friend other than you, I can't just abandon him." Haley smirked, as Dave came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. Her mind immediately traveled to a naughty place as he rummaged through his suitcase for a pair of slacks and a snug black polo.
"Haley! Are you listening?" Candice's slight shriek brought Haley back out of her lustful thoughts.
"I'm sorry Candy, what did you say?" Haley grinned wickedly, when Dave looked over his shoulder and caught her eye, a knowing look on his face.
"What, did Dave walk into the room naked or something?" Candice exclaimed incredulously.
"Pretty close." Haley giggled.
"Oh god, I'm going to let you go be a little whore then. Call me later." Candice joked.
"I love you, Candy. I'll call you tomorrow." Haley hung up the phone and giggled again. "Anyone ever tell you that it's not polite to walk around in just your towel in the presence of female company, Mr. Batista?"
Dave crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows. "Does present company really mind?"
"Nope." Haley's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Carry on."
"Hmm…maybe we should tell Hunter we're going to be late for drinks tonight." Dave let the unspoken suggestion hang in the air.
"Why Dave!" Haley pretended to be scandalized. "Why would we need to do something like that?"
"Oh, I think you know." He teased.
"I most certainly do not." She turned so her back was facing him and located her purse. "Besides, being late is rude."
She went to take the remaining steps to the door, but two muscular arms snaked around her waist and jerked her back against a hard body. "Oh I don't think so." He murmured seductively into her ear. "You aren't going anywhere. In fact, neither of us are, so we might as well just cancel."
"Says who?" She raised an eyebrow.
He twisted her around to face him. "Says me."
Simultaneously, the towel and Haley's purse hit the floor with muffled thuds. The time for speaking was over, and only moans of passion remained.
