"What the hell are you doing in here?" asked John when he came out of the bathroom dressed.
"I was given the key to this room when Mickie and I checked in. I was supposed to stay with her, but Maryse is evidently in there. Then I thought I was by myself, but guess not…" said Lee.
"Great…give me a minute," said John as he grabbed his cell phone and called someone.
While he was on his cell phone, Lee picked up the room phone and called the front desk.
"Front desk" said the clerk.
"Yes. This is Lee McEwen with the WWE. I was wondering who gave you the room assignments?" asked Lee.
"Mr. McMahon," said the clerk.
"Thank you," said Lee hanging up the phone as John walked out of the bathroom.
"I just got off the phone with Sasha, who usually does room assignments…" started John.
"We have Vince to thank for this," said Lee laying back on the bed.
"How do you know that?" asked John.
"Called the front desk and asked them if they knew," said Lee.
"Uh-huh. Didn't think of that," said John. "So, how…um…are we gonna do this?"
"The couch pulls out to a bed. Have fun," said Lee still laying on the bed.
"Hey now. I was in here first," said John.
"Yeah. But you are supposed to be nice to girls. So be a gentleman and sleep on the couch," said Lee.
"Maybe that is why you and Drew broke up," said John under his breath.
"You fail at whispering. It is your fault we aren't together. And since Drew and I were together, he slept with me. In more ways than one," said Lee standing up.
Lee grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom to shower and change for bed. Once out of the shower she put on a black bra and a blue thong, pink booty shorts that say sweet on the ass and a white wife beater. When she walked out of the bathroom, she groaned. John was in the bed, half asleep.
She slowly walked over to him, since his back was to the bathroom. She leaned over the bed trying not to put any weight on it. She put her hands just over his back, then pushed him off onto the floor.
John hit the floor with a loud thump and a groan. "What…the hell was that for?" he asked still on the floor.
"I thought we made this clear. You are on the couch, I am on the bed," said Lee climbing in the bed.
"I've got a bad back," said John sitting up and looking at her.
"So do I," said Lee.
"I don't see…" started John.
"Drop it. The only way you are sleeping in this bed is if you strap me down to the couch," said Lee pulling the cover back and climbing under them.
Damn, thought John walking over to the couch.