This scene corresponds with chapter nineteen. Terri is interviewing Nash and the majority of the interview is about him still holding the belt and nobody willing to challenge him. Shawn is with him during the interview and pulls out a black thong and arranges it on his head. Samia recognizes it as what she was wearing the previous night before a particular incident got them banned from the hotel pool. She then dons a pair of his clean underwear on her head and joins him in the interview. This scene is that particular incident that got them banned.
Samia turned away from Triple H again, gritting her teeth. Any minute now, she was going to stab him with a fork. He was on an extremely talkative and mean streak. Apparently, he wasn't getting laid because he was spending more time with Shawn, Kevin, and Samia. Same for Kevin as well but Kevin wasn't taking his frustration out on her. The woman whipped around to face Hunter. "If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to get up and move my chair," she gritted out. "You got me?"
"Who put a bee in your bonnet?"
"You, now just leave me alone."
"Fine, whatever," he replied and stabbed at the slice of cheesecake he hadn't touched yet for talking nonstop.
She herself turned to her dessert and scooped up the last piece of tiramisu. She glanced over at Shawn and Kevin but they hadn't noticed her caustic comment. It was then that she wondered why she always ended up sitting between Shawn and Hunter every time they went out together. It was only natural that best friends, even grown men as old as they were, would be side by side instead of putting the lover in between them. Well, she wasn't kidding about moving her seat there now.
"What time are we getting together in the morning to go over pointers for your match with Molly?" Shawn asked, finally turning his attention back to her. Oftentimes when Shawn was with Kevin and Hunter, she was forgotten. Oftentimes, Hunter was forgotten. That was probably why they had developed the kind of relationship they had. Maybe if she would accept that, he wouldn't get so annoying looking for attention. It didn't matter at the moment after he chimed in.
"Please don't let it be a bra and panties match. I don't want to see Molly in only her underwear." He made a sound of disgust and did a full body shiver. "Now, if you want to just wear your panties to the ring…" Helmsley trailed off.
Samia fingered the tines of her stainless steel fork, formulating some scathing reply. When one wouldn't come and that sneer on his face wouldn't disappear, she grabbed her glass and threw the water at him. He spluttered as the liquid dripped from his face, down his chest, and into his lap. She expected immediate retaliation but he only started to laugh to the point of guffawing.
"Thanks, chick," he smirked, wiping away water with his cloth napkin. "You got me back. Now, it's my turn. And you'll never know when I'll strike."
He said that every time—"you'll never know when I'll strike." He viewed the water as payback for when he put a rubber snake in her bathtub, which was payback for the rubber snake in his toilet, which was payback for the rubber snake in her bed, which was payback for god knew what. (Said rubber snake had been unceremoniously and ignominiously decapitated after the bathtub incident and fed to trash compactor by Nash.) She had been planning for something better and it would now require him getting revenge before she could do it. It was the unwritten rules of engagement. Either that or his retribution would be doubly worse.
"I'll be back," Hunter said, barely containing his chuckling. It wasn't long before he was back, his jeans and shirt looking as if he had attempted to dry them with the automatic hand dryers in the bathroom. The hotel restaurant was fancy enough to warrant Samia's black, sheer dress but not classy enough to have restroom attendants. Helmsley bent down to whisper in Kevin's ear and then into Shawn's. She hardly paid attention. They often spread 'confidential' information that wasn't for her, which was all the better. Whatever it is, she couldn't be held culpable.
"Ready, Angel?" Shawn asked, shelling out cash for the check. She nodded and reached for her pashmina and purse. She knew she should be wary of Hunter at this point but it usually took him a couple of weeks to get her back. Just in case, the blonde wedged her way in between Nash and Michaels.
Outside of the restaurant, Samia made the turn towards the elevators and stumbled all over Kevin. "Oh, sorry," she muttered, too busy being curious about exactly where they were going.
When they turned down an unfamiliar corridor off the lobby with "Pool Area" marked at her eye-level, she began to get worried. No one said a word as they moved closer to the steamed-up double doors. Now she was really worried. "Um, guys," she began, stopping and Shawn and Kevin outpacing her. Hunter had to quickly check himself before he ran her over.
"Now," Triple H ordered over her head.
"What?" Samia worriedly asked, spinning around as Hunter reached down for her feet. Without thinking, she began pummeling him with her purse, even as Michaels grabbed her by one arm and Nash grabbed her by the other. She knew exactly what was going down now. "Guys, please, come on, guys," she begged as they shouldered their way through the double doors. "Hunter, please, I wasn't paying you back with the water."
"So, then I get to get you back for the water and what ever you do next? That's double the revenge, Mia."
"I'm not gonna do anything else to you, I promise," she cried.
"Then this is just for the water," he chuckled as they brought her to the edge of the pool.
"Wait, you'll ruin my purse and my pashmina. Do you know how much that cost?" Samia pleaded, hoping that would deter them since Shawn was the one who had bought them for her.
"Hunter," Michaels said, seeming to sound sympathetic.
Triple H dropped her heels, which smacked loudly on the tile. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and tugged at her arms to be able to right herself but the two holding her didn't let go. Shawn and Hunter worked the purse out of her grip and then Helmsley unwound the drape from her shoulders. He tossed them at the nearest lounge chair and reached for her feet again. She lashed out with her heels but, after some difficulty and a lot of laughter, he managed to get hold of them. "Please, don't," she pleaded again. "I—I—I wear contacts. That chlorine will eat them up."
"Then close your eyes, chick," Nash told her as they began rocking her back and forth to heave her in.
"Guys, please, don't. My shoes are—" She never finished with "suede" as she felt all three pairs of hands let go. Her splashdown was momentarily delayed as she managed to grab handfuls of Kevin's and Shawn's shirts. Between Hunter's thrust with her feet and the other two forcefully tossing her, she had enough momentum to catch the duo off balance and they tumbled in after her.
The woman resurfaced and immediately kicked away from Shawn and Kevin. Being drowned by them tonight was not disaster she was willing to court. Hurrying as fast as her heel-clad feet would allow, she swam across the pool and pulled herself up the ladder. Glancing around she noticed a woman dressed in white slacks and a short-sleeved cashmere sweater glaring at them. She was toweling away water from her pants and calling for her son. A young couple in the pool was edging away from Shawn and Kevin who were arguing about whose fault it was that she pulled them in. When the taller man shoved Shawn under, a father pulled his daughter out of the pool.
Remembering her expensive dress, Samia hurried over to the poolboy who kept the towels. She noticed that he was surreptitiously reaching for the phone on the desk beside him but he jerked his hand away when he caught her eyes watching him. Without a word, he handed her a large white, fluffy towel. She thanked him and turned back to the trio that were still arguing. Payback hit like an epiphany. She slipped off her heels and then dashed across the tile, using her silence and speed against an unsuspecting Hunter. He teetered on the edge but one more good shot sent him over.
Nash and Michaels weren't quick enough to get out of the way as Helmsley crashed into them. By this time, the two couples in the Jacuzzi were beginning to look annoyed but not quite as much as when Hunter resurfaced. He was managing all kinds of curses at her and picking at his leather jacket. For a moment, she pondered whether or not pushing him in was worth buying him a new leather jacket and then realized that it wasn't even worth pondering. She'd write him out a check the moment he would let her back within ten feet of him.
The three guys seemed to have forgotten about her to see who could dunk the other and actually keep him under now. Noticing that it was obvious that she didn't have a bra on, she wrapped the towel around her as she heard someone call, "Ma'am?" She turned around and pointed at herself in a questioning manner. "Yes, I'm the hotel manager and I'm going to have to ask you and your friends to leave."
"Oh, that's fine. I'll be out your hair. Good luck in getting them out of here," Samia replied, waving a corner of her towel at the wrestlers who had now spotted the manager.
"Um," he began, noticing their size. He only knew that there were three men and a woman causing enough trouble in the pool that he had received four complaints in five minutes. He had no idea that they were so large. Picking at his collar, he cleared his throat. "I have to ask you to leave and ask that the four of you please not return to the pool tonight," he squeaked.
"You're banning us from the pool?" Shawn asked as he pulled himself up over the tiled edge.
"Yes," the man confidently replied, having managed to find his resolve. "If you do not leave now, I will call security."
"Fine, we'll be gone," Kevin responded, putting a hand on Shawn's sopping wet shirt. Samia could hear the pitter patter of water dripping off of the three of them.
The manager stalked off to the stacks of towels, grabbed three of them, and brought them back to the wrestlers. "As soon as you are towel-dried, I trust that you will be gone and will not leave wet tracks across my lobby," the man, whose name she now noticed on the nametag of his sportsjacket. Boy found balls, Samia thought and then caught an armed security guard out of the corner of her eye. No wonder, she 'hmpffed' as he turned on his heel and called out to the poolboy. "If they're not out of here in five minutes, call security and then call me."
The three towels weren't doing it and Hunter and Kevin advanced on the poor guy in the corner for more. Shawn had pulled his shirt off and was trying to ring it out when he caught the look in Samia's eyes. She couldn't help but admire him—tight, wet jeans, bare chest glistening with water. Oh, yes, something was stirring between her legs and he knew it. With the poolboy diverted by the other two guys, Shawn took her by the arm and began steering her to one of the side doors that led to the sauna rooms. A sign on them said that they were closed but he checked each of them until he found one open.
Outside of the pool area, Samia began protesting. "Shawn," she whispered, tugging her arm back. "Let's go back to the room."
"More fun this way," he replied and pulled her into the now cool sauna room. She didn't have time to protest again as his mouth descended on hers. A low moan came from the back of her throat as his hand slid up her thigh and under her dress. All thoughts on being caught were gone as her fingernails raking through the hair on his chest elicited the same reaction from him.
Shawn eased her down on the bench, tossing aside his shirt and their towels. He sucked at one of her nipples through her wet dress as he tugged at her thong. She shifted her hips for him to slide it down her thighs. He pulled her head back to him and fervently kissed her as his other hand played in the curls between her thighs. She began to mewl and he kissed her even harder. Her hands began to fumble with the button of his jeans but the soaked denim wouldn't give way. Shawn pulled away from her and began to pull at the sodden clothing. He was going to get them off and now…unless there was someone banging on the door of the sauna.
Samia scrambled up and grabbed one of the towels, wrapping it around herself although she was still clothed. The door swung up and Shawn met the hotel manager's hard gaze with his own. "I think you should leave and not return to the pool, the sauna, the massage rooms, anything connected with this area," he gestured around him, "for the rest of your stay. This type of action should be confined solely to your room. Please leave."
Amazingly, Michaels didn't protest. He scooped up his shirt and carefully pulled it over his head as it stuck to bare skin. "You might want to think about bringing a pretty lady down here sometime yourself," he said as Samia, holding the towel to her burning, scarlet cheeks, scampered through the door the manager was holding open.
In the elevator, she noticed the draft under the skirt of her dress and whispered to Shawn that they needed to go back and find her panties. "Don't worry about it," he softly replied. "We'll worry about them when I get some dry clothes."
She wanted to protest about someone else finding them before they did but they were already at her hotel door and Shawn was pulling her in and searching for the zipper on the back of her dress.