Once again, Vince McMahan owns the WWE, John Cena, Edge, and Miz all own themselves and I only own Leslie Taylor. To the people who've favourite'd and alerted this story, and the reviewers, I have to say thank you, I came very close to discontinuing this story, but I will keep writing just for you, hope you enjoy the chapter (:

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Chapter four; Last word.

Leslie's POV

When Leslie finally stopped finding ways to waste time driving around pointlessly, she pulled into the hotel's parking garage and sat there, simply grinning for five minutes. Everything, everything about her life had changed radically in the past few weeks, she'd moved to America, gained a contract with the best wrestling company in America, had a shot at becoming a contender for the WWE Women's Championship Belt, already the fans liked her and she had a few different potential storyline's with some big names, and if she wasn't mistaken, 'the champ' himself had a crush on her.

This last train of thought made a feral grin be unleashed as she grabbed her stuff and legged it into the hotel. Just as she crossed the threshold, she realised she didn't know what time or where to meet Stephanie McMahan or John Cena tomorrow. She dithered on the spot for a moment, knowing calling directory wasn't an option, someone as famous as John Cena wouldn't be listed...pondering her predicament, she saw Adam Copeland, aka Edge cross the lobby with The Miz, excellent! Chances are they had his number or would know where she could find him.

'Adam! Hey Adam, stop for a sec' she called out; wincing when her accent reverberated around the room, but it had the desired effect. Coming to a holt in front of them ever so slightly out of breath she could see them appraising her with surprised looks, she figured she better layer on the charm and smiled her killer smile.

'Hey, thanks for stopping, umm I was wondering if you had John Cena's number, I'm meant to be having a meeting with Stephanie and him tomorrow to work on some story idea's but I forgot to get his number before I left the arena, and he didn't tell me where or when we're having the meeting. Do either of you have it?' she finished, automatically correcting her posture so it was more S for Sexy rather than S for I'm gonna Stand on your face.

'Umm, yeah we both do, but why don't you just phone Stephanie' Adam replied

'Well I would but she looked really tired and she told me Paul was flying out to spend a couple days with her, and as she's already giving up a couple hours tomorrow, I don't want to bother her tonight'

'Ok, fair go' Miz answered for him, with a smile aimed at her boobs 'here, pass me your phone and I'll enter it for you'

'Thanks so much' she handed him her phone and he quickly entered it.

'By the way Leslie, you do realise, he's staying at this hotel right?'

'Umm no, I didn't actually...'

'yeah, most of us tend to stay at the same place, just so you know, his rooms 506, its right next to mine, 508, if you want to come chill with me later' he handed her phone back, 'my numbers in there too' he winked

Leslie was having so much trouble not breaking out laughing; she had to bite her lip and tried to smile through it.

'Umm thanks, night Adam, Mike'

Back in her room, 715, Leslie took out her phone and started scrolling through her contacts, she could find his number, frowning, the only new number was Miz's; not Johns. Dang it! She should've known that ego-centric moron would pull something like that.

Sighing she realised she'd have to go down to Cena's room and talked to him in person. She pondered getting changed into something sexier, just to tease him, but then she realised that she liked that idea a little too much. Oh god I don't have a thing for Cena do I? she asked herself; horrified. Then she shook herself, of course she didn't, she was just jet lagged and on her rush from earlier tonight. Speaking of which, she needed to crash soon, so she better head to Cena's straight away.

Catching the elevator down, she stopped on the 5th floor, now what number did he say it was? 506 or 508... 506, she was pretty sure, knocking briefly; she hoped he was there otherwise she could always go down to reception and ask them to send a note or something. She was so deeply in thought, that she barely heard the door opening, however when she turned her head, she definitely stood to attention.

Standing in the door way was all 6'2 inches of John Cena, fresh out of the shower it looked like, with water still dripping from his hair, and running down his incredibly body, holding a white towel around his bottom half. Leslie stopped breathing and a silence started to stretch between them as he started to smile and lean against the door frame, however this was exactly what she needed to goad her back to her normal fiery self.

'Hey Cena, gotta say, congratulations, you were so busy drooling over my car earlier you forgot to tell me when and where the meeting with Stephanie was, or did you just think I'm too simple to track you down and find out? Y'now, if you want to get rid of me your gonna have to get up earlier then that' she said with a evil half smirk, noticing her accent was even more apparent then normal thanks to her nerves. She was working to try and ignore the sensation in the pit of her stomach and the jelly legs she was currently suffering from, she crossed her arms and stuck a hip out, trying to look confident, his replied made that easier, giving her the upper hand.

'Ah geez, I can't believe I forgot that, hang on c'mon in, I'll write it down for you, you'll need it Stephanie in her pregnancy stage is craving Spanish food. I'll just chuck some on clothes, have a seat'

Leslie glanced around the room, as John grabbed some clothes from the suitcase on the bed and went into the bathroom

Leave the bath door open, leave the bathroom door open, leave the bathroom door open was the only thing currently going through Leslie's mind, however she was sorely disappointed as John swung the door shut. She exhaled a huge breathe of air that she didn't know she was holding. What the hell was that! I haven't felt like this in over 4 years, since her and Missy had first started getting together!

John came back out of the bathroom, in dark cargo pants and a black, tight fitted top. Walking past Leslie, he grabbed his phone, quickly scribbling down the details on the back of a menu.

'Here you are' he said with a smile, deliberately standing way to close and making eye contact with her.

'Thanks Cena' she turned to go

'John'

'What?'

'The names John, not Cena, only my enemies call me Cena and pretty girls call me John' he said challengingly

'What if I'm an enemy and a pretty girl, huh? What then?' she stepped back towards him; she wanted to fight with him, give her something to hate to help fight whatever turmoil was going on inside her without her permission.

'All the same, its John' he smiled down at her, she was just shorter than him in her heels, it felt strange, he was used to always looking down at women, she was so equal to him, everything about her was.

'Oh and any chance of a ride tomorrow morning? That place in a bitch to find, and I've been there before.'

'You just want to get in my car!'

'That too' he admitted with a grin

'Fine' she glanced down at the piece of paper; it said 10.30

'How long does it take to get out there, including traffic?

'Around 20-30 minutes, so meet in the lobby at 10?'

'Fine' she turned to leave

'You're good at that, always getting the last word'

She turned back, smiled and continued to walk to the door, when she reached it she opened it and smouldered at him over her shoulder and uttered simply

'I know'.

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