Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE WWE SUPERSTARS.I WISH I OWNED SHANE,
BUT THAT'S UNLIKELY SO.THE ONLY CHARACTER I OWN IS CRYSTAL.. PLEASE PLEASE
DON'T SUE ME.
SLAM.
How in the hell did she do that? God she gets under my skin every time. She doesn't even have a clue what she does to me. Why can't she see that she's driving me crazy? She wears those low cut tops and tight jeans that show that cute ass.
CRASH.
"OW! Son of a Bitch!" Shane screamed at the top of his lungs.
Knock, knock, knock.
Great who could this be. "Come in".
Who but the woman that cluttered his dreams every night for the past three weeks had just walked through his door. Great and she was wearing those hip hugging pants and that killer halter top that she wore her first day working with the WWE.
"Can I help you with something Crystal?" Shane asked as he watched her walked over swaying her hips as she flipped through papers.
"Actually yes you can. I was looking through these papers and I realized that I hadn't asked you to sign them. I need them submitted before tomorrow or they will be late." Crystal replied walking up to Shane. She hadn't noticed him staring at her.
She walked over to him, and all he could smell was her.
"Ok, show me where I need to sign." Shane said swallowing hard trying to remember to breath.
Handing him the papers she blushed. Crystal had had a crush on Shane since she was a teenager, and she couldn't believe that she was working for the man himself.
"Is that all you need Crystal?" Shane asked trying to move away without acting weird.
Crystal thought for a minute and shook her head no. "I'll talk to you later Mr. McMahon." She turned to walk out, but Shane grabbed her by the arm.
Crystal shot him a confused look.
"Crystal, please call me Shane. I feel old when people call me so formally."
Crystal blushed and nodded. "Sorry Mr.. I mean Shane."
Shane smiled. "The next time you call me Mr. McMahon I'm going to have to punish you." Shane winked and smiled when he saw her blush.
He let her go but not before lightly brushing his lips over hers.
Damn, I shouldn't have done that. I'm never going to get the taste of her of my lips. Damn.
Crystal stood there for a moment in a full blush, turned and all but ran out of the room in complete shock.
SLAM.
How in the hell did she do that? God she gets under my skin every time. She doesn't even have a clue what she does to me. Why can't she see that she's driving me crazy? She wears those low cut tops and tight jeans that show that cute ass.
CRASH.
"OW! Son of a Bitch!" Shane screamed at the top of his lungs.
Knock, knock, knock.
Great who could this be. "Come in".
Who but the woman that cluttered his dreams every night for the past three weeks had just walked through his door. Great and she was wearing those hip hugging pants and that killer halter top that she wore her first day working with the WWE.
"Can I help you with something Crystal?" Shane asked as he watched her walked over swaying her hips as she flipped through papers.
"Actually yes you can. I was looking through these papers and I realized that I hadn't asked you to sign them. I need them submitted before tomorrow or they will be late." Crystal replied walking up to Shane. She hadn't noticed him staring at her.
She walked over to him, and all he could smell was her.
"Ok, show me where I need to sign." Shane said swallowing hard trying to remember to breath.
Handing him the papers she blushed. Crystal had had a crush on Shane since she was a teenager, and she couldn't believe that she was working for the man himself.
"Is that all you need Crystal?" Shane asked trying to move away without acting weird.
Crystal thought for a minute and shook her head no. "I'll talk to you later Mr. McMahon." She turned to walk out, but Shane grabbed her by the arm.
Crystal shot him a confused look.
"Crystal, please call me Shane. I feel old when people call me so formally."
Crystal blushed and nodded. "Sorry Mr.. I mean Shane."
Shane smiled. "The next time you call me Mr. McMahon I'm going to have to punish you." Shane winked and smiled when he saw her blush.
He let her go but not before lightly brushing his lips over hers.
Damn, I shouldn't have done that. I'm never going to get the taste of her of my lips. Damn.
Crystal stood there for a moment in a full blush, turned and all but ran out of the room in complete shock.