Chapter 5
Carmella ran her hand over the surface of the comforter on the bed. Her mind has been running in overtime ever since she talked with Trish earlier that evening. The more she thought about Trish's offer, the more she began to think. She didn't even realize that Trish was part of Evolution. She never walked down to the ring with them. Come to think of it, they don't even associate with one another in the ring or out of the ring. That thought had completely slipped her mind when Trish threw her invite on the table. It had to have been the way she handled herself. She talked like she knew them so well, Carmella had just assumed and not asked.
Trish immerged from the bathroom, running her fingers through her long blonde locks. "So, if you don't mind me asking…are you working behind the scenes with Evolution as well? I mean, no one seems to know you're part of their faction." Trish smirked a bit and nodded. "Let's just say I'm working undercover at the moment. I am the recruiter for Evolution. And, in order to keep the enemies in the dark, they can't see me talking to future prospects. The only way to do that successfully is to seem like I have no part in the faction. They'll announce me as a member all in good time."
Carmella nodded appreciatively. "Ok, so then. What do you need me to do?" Trish sat down on the opposite bed. "Well, I know that Bischoff is staying in the penthouse of this hotel tonight. I was thinking maybe we send up some room service with champagne and strawberries. We'll leave a note saying something like 'Just a little present. Give me a call if you want some company'. You'll sign your name and leave your room number. I guarantee he'll call. It's not like him to pass up a lovely lady."
Carmella got up and walked over to her suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out her sexiest get up. She opted for a sexy little slip dress. It would definitely make his lips water. She slid it on and then readjusted her cleavage, making sure it was more than noticeable. "So, what should I say to him?" She had no idea what Trish wanted her to say, let alone try to persuade. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I don't need you to be my brain for me, but at least give me an idea of what you're expecting of me." Trish got off the bed and walked over to the dresser, picking up red lipstick and handing it to Carmella. "Look, the only thing we need more than anything this evening will be for him to cancel the Survivor Series match. Whatever else you want to try to get for Evolution is up to you. Just make sure it benefits us. Use your imagination. Give Batista and Edge a shot at the tag titles…or maybe the Intercontinental Title. Suggest us being exempt from participating in title shot matches…or any for that matter." Carmella nodded, this was going to be a piece of cake. No man has ever turned her down and no man ever will. "Ok, make the call."
Trish made her way down to the suite at the end of the hall. Room 540. She took a deep breath and knocked twice. She heard muffled voices from the other side of the door and knew they were all in there. Seconds later the door opened and there stood Batista on the other end. He looked at Trish, his dark eyes giving her a look of expectation. Expectation of what was the question. Was he more interested in what was going on with their newest member, or was he more interested in the fact that she was daring enough to come to his suite? She didn't know before hand that the entire Evolution clan would be meeting in his room.
"Well, are you just going to stare, or are you going to let me in before someone sees me out here?" He smirked, only one of the few times she's seen his face with anything but a scowl. She had caught him. He was blatantly checking her out. She certainly didn't try to look good for herself. She wanted him to look at her and she had succeeded. But who wouldn't check out the blonde. With the outfit she was wearing, every man and woman would check her out, straight or gay. She had a three fourth length sleeved peasant shirt on that cut off just above her rock hard abdomen. It accentuated her breasts so well, low cut and fitted to show just enough cleavage, but covered enough to leave something for the imagination. Her hip hugging jeans, worn and slightly torn in the right places. They didn't look trashy, but sexy as hell.
"Well, what brings you to my room this evening, beautiful?" He stepped to the side, allowing her entrance into the room. Beautiful…there's that comment again. He sure does know how to say the right things. She smiled as she began to strut into the suite. As she walked further in, she took note of Triple H, Edge and Ric sitting around, waiting anxiously for word from the mischievous blonde. "Whoo! Trish you are looking amazing this evening! Whoo!" Ric seemed a little too excited for the state Evolution was in. He obviously had forgotten that Evolution lost this evening and were about to face a horrible match at Survivor Series.
"What's the news Stratus? What did Carmella say?" Triple H stood, closing the distance between himself and Trish. A cocky grin spread across Trish's face as she went over to the bar and poured 5 glasses of Cristal. After passing out the glasses to each of the members, she raised her glass in the air. "Gentlemen, a toast to the newest member of Evolution who should be making her way up to the penthouse suite at any moment now!" Eruptions of cheers broke out in the room as all five members raised their glasses. "Trish, you are amazing!" Edge exclaimed, "You're two for two now!" Bastita and Flair nodded in agreement. Triple H took down the rest of the drink and slammed it on the table, bringing everyone's attention to him.
"Just because she's joined, doesn't mean that she going to come through and get the match cancelled for Survivor Series. She's hot, but she's not that hot." Trish frowned at his comment. He was doubting her. He was doubting her plan AND her recruit. "Ya know Trips, if you're going to doubt my actions, why did you invite me join your precious group then?" Hunter stood up and slowly made his way over to Trish. His eyes pierced with anger. He was only inches away from her when a large hand stopped him from moving any closer to her. "Hunter…chill out. You're giving me a headache." Dave positioned himself directly in front of Trish. His arms falling to his side when he saw Hunter's form relax. Hunter looked Dave directly in his eyes and smirked. He couldn't even see the petite blonde behind the enormous frame. He noted the look on Dave's face and behind those eyes, he didn't see bluffing of any sort. He saw seriousness. He was actually protecting the blonde. It was at that very moment he finally came to a realization…Dave Batista was smitten by the blonde vixen.