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Chapter 13. Bluff's and Playing Nice

Leslie POV

Leslie sighed in relief as she slowly wandered into the Ladies bathroom and locker room feeling considerably worse for wear. She had been training with John Cena and Randy Orton since nine that morning and it was now two o'clock, she determined with a quick squint at her mobile.

She let out as groan at that; she was aching and tender already and they had only just finished. Despite having beaten their ass a good 12 or more times after the first match she'd won, she had to admit they had definitely been going easy on her the first time and every other win had been a challenge.

And on top of the fact they were pissed she kept beating them, there was also the tension between her and Cena. On her way to the gym that morning she had sworn to herself, she would act as if the entire evening had never happened, hell if she had her way any interaction between her and Cena hadn't happened either. She was determined to act accordingly too, but from the look John had given her when she'd first entered the gym and through the day, he wasn't too willing to play along.

She sighed as the hot water started to run over her body and worked a little magic, she decided against washing her hair, it would take too long to dry again; she'd do it later she resolved as she started to lather up her body with mango and apricot scented body wash. Stepping out of the shower a few minutes later into the previously empty room; she couldn't help jumping a little and letting out a gasp of alarm when she spotted hovering in the shadows.

It was John Cena, she realised after her heart finished racing, still fresh from the ring, covered in sweat and clothed only in his trade mark denim shorts; she wondered idly how many pairs he had of those before she snapped back to reality.

'What the hell are you doing in her Cena? This is the ladies room, I know reading is hard for you but there's a freaking picture on the door' she snapped spitefully.

'Oh I know, but you've been avoiding me all day, and this is the first chance I've had to talk to you on your own' he replied, unbothered by my spite

'Oh and how do you know another girl isn't going to walk through that door any second to use the facilities and be creeped out by your presence?'

'Because you're the only girl who's been in here all day'

'Shit really?' I enquired, sidetracked by this snippet of information; he was right. I hadn't seen any other women in the gym all day. He used my distraction to cross the room and stand a meter away.

'Stop avoiding me Leslie. I'm sorry about what happened last night, whatever reason you think I stopped what was happening, I'm sure it wasn't the reason I did it. If I could have, I would've taken you right then and there up against the car. I'm sorry I fucked up but I had my reasons'

'Cena can't you get the message, just fuck off ok, stop trying to get close to me. I don't know or care what you want from me, just leave me alone!' she hissed crossing her arms across her chest

'No Leslie, I like you, really like you. If you don't want anything more then I'll settle for friendship, but I'm not going anywhere' his face settled her, almost as if he had said his piece and nothing I had to say would change his decision, his beautiful blue eyes looked sad as they stared down at me.

I growled in frustration and turned away; my hands went to my hair as if to tug it out only to find it in a messy bun, I ripped the elastic out and tugged my hands mercilessly through the knot's trying not to whimper in pain. Suddenly I felt another pair of hands in my hair, slowly working through the knots with patience and gentleness, my hands fell limply by my side as I seemed to lose feeling in my legs and my chest felt constricted.

I could feel him behind me, and once again his presence was fucking with me, doing all kinds of weird shit, I felt him slowly run his hands through my sweaty locks before sweeping it over one shoulder, before I knew what was happening, I felt his lips kiss the base of my neck ever so gently, his breathe hot and soft, my eyelids fluttered closed and I felt myself leaned slightly backwards feeling his hot sweaty chest just barely come in contact with my skin. His fingertips brushed over my upper arms as my survival instinct kicked back in and I launched myself away from him.

'Fuck! Seriously Cena, what the hell?' I demanded as he looked at me, his face resigned again.

'What Leslie?'

'Y-you can't, just like go...round doing stuff...like that, ok?' my breathing was heavy and I shifted uncomfortably, realising that even though my head was against doing anything with Cena, my body was on an entirely different page. My body was all for rubbing up against Cena's hard, sweaty muscles body before dragging him into the showers are fucking him senseless under the hot hard stream of steam. And Due to the fact that my body was currently clad in a too short white towel and nothing else, I really didn't want him noticing.

'Fine Leslie, don't get your panties in a twist, oh wait I forget your not wearing any are you?' his eyes running from her feet up her body to her eyes again, as he walked towards her, effectively cutting her off from her bag which held her clothing and backing her up against a wall.

I sneered back 'fuck off Cena, now how about you give a girl some privacy I'm bored of your company. I want to get out of here and I sure as hell am not getting dressed with you here!'

'Oh yes of course' he replied walking away towards the door 'only thing, you might want these' he pulled out my black lace panties from his pocket and smirked at me.

'Dude you perv!' I choked out a response to which he just smirked 'Give them back!'

'Come get them'

I strode forwards pissed off and incredibly embarrassed at the same time. I reached for them, only for Cena to suddenly raise his arm and hold them above his head.

'Seriously quit it Cena, what are you twelve! Give me back my fucking panties!' I said while trying to snatch them back, he chuckled raising them higher again.

'Fine, I just won't wear them then' I said turning away from him.

'Only thing is you can't right Leslie, all you have in that bag is a short little dress, can't exactly go without your panties'

Damnit he called my fucking bluff.

I couldn't stop a pout then, my eyes closed as I turned back to him.

'Please Cena' I played up the puppy dog eyes and walked up real close, pressing my body against his.

'Nice try, but I aint that dumb' he retorted.

That was it, I had played nice, I had bluffed, and I had asked politely, I had practically fucking begged.

'Cena give me my fucking panties' I half screamed as I jumped up to try and grab them from his grip while trying to keep my grip on the towel and not flash anything at the same time.

John just laughed loudly and held them higher with amusement clear in his eyes as he looked down at her. But a few words quickly killed that laughter.

Randy POV

'Cena, bro what the hell are you doing? Are you nuts?' Randy strode into the room, shocked at the scene, he had already showered and changed, when he had come looking for John to ride back to the hotel, one of the wrestlers had said they saw him going into the Women's Locker Room.

Not believing his ears he had quickly crossed the room and entered only to be assaulted by the sight of Leslie dripping wet, visibly pissed off and barely covered by a towel, trying to get her panties from John who was enjoying the view.

He cuffed John over the head and grabbed the offending item, and then remembering what it was blushed and passed it quickly to Leslie who was also turning pink in the most interesting place, he noticed before averting his eyes and purposefully thinking of his wife and how much he loved her.

'John, get out before I kill you' these words passed from both Leslie and his own lips and John shifted uncomfortably before high tailing it out of there.

'Umm s-sorry, about that' Randy stuttered before following John out the door.

'John, what the hell were you thinking, not only could she hit you with a sexual harassment law suit and cost you your job, we have to work with her in close proximity for another two days!'

'I don't know what I was thinking, I never know around her, she confuses me constantly, I can't believe I actually did that'

'Is she the you're-'

'She's the girl I'm falling for' John finished for him, avoiding eye contact.

'well not only did you just antagonise one of the meanest, toughest and most vindictive women I'm ever met, as much as I know you enjoy a challenge I don't know if you're going to win if she's your opponent, your most likely going to get seriously hurt bro'

'I don't care. I'll have anything I can to do with her, even if I have to be her shoe shiner' he said with a smile before exiting the building.

'Lunch then?' Randy replied with a shake of his head

'Should we wait for Leslie?' John asked with an anxious look back at the building

'Are you nuts, I think the only thing she wants to do with you right now if rip off your head, what you did back there was incredibly stupid, and your gonna pay for it tomorrow in the ring'.

So now Randy knows about the tension between Lelsie and John, will this help ease the stand off between them or only add fuel to the fire?

Find out in the next chapter, read and review if you would like to ;]