Chapter 4

When the phone rang, Lita ran into the other room to grab it before it stopped ringing. Out of breath, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She said.

After a few seconds of silence on the other end she said again, "hello? Anyone there?"

But still no answer. Lita looked at the receiver with a quizzical look. "Damn telemarketers" she thought to herself, and then hung up the phone. As Lita walked away, a towel in her hand as she rubbed it through her freshly washed hair, the phone rang again. Lita this time grew annoyed. She placed her hands on her hip waiting for the ringing to stop but after three rings, it never did.

Lita marched over to the phone with steam practically coming out of her ears. Aggressively she picked up the receiver.

"Damn it, whatever it is I don't want any. Stop calling." She ordered.

On the other line John raised an eyebrow.

"Whoa now, just thought I'd call to see if you wanted to get some lunch, but damn I can take a hint." John responded, almost amused by her anger.

Realizing it wasn't who she thought it was, Lita was completely and utterly embarrassed.

"John, oh my God, I'm so sorry. I thought you were a, a, well a, never mind. What did you ask me?" Lita said, kicking herself for the stupidity of her words.

John was amused by how flustered she was. It was one of those things about her that started to turn him on. He was dying to get to know more.

"Lunch, I was asking about lunch. You interested?" John asked now smiling.

Lita bit her lower lip and ran a hand through her hair. An obvious sign of sexual frustration. The butterflies she had felt a few times before while in Cena's presence were nothing compared to what she felt now. Sure it was just lunch, but damn, this was like asking for a real date.

"Lunch? Yeah sure, I'd love to." Lita said as calmly as possible.

"You sure now? You seem a little flustered." John said playfully.

Lita rolled her eyes. She knew John a little to well to know that he was enjoying her uneasiness.

"I'm sure John, but I may change my mind if you keep acting like a ..." Lita stopped. She was totally at a loss for words.

The ice queen, always cool under pressure, was now forgetting her words. With John's face now burned in her brain, how could she possibly think straight?

"Okay, I'll be there in an hour." John said letting her off the hook. "See you then." He finished and then hung up the phone.

As soon as Lita heard the dial tone on the other end she slammed the phone down and sprinted toward the bathroom. John would be at her hotel room in an hour. Even though Lita considered herself more low maintenance than the other WWE divas, she feared that for John an hour wasn't nearly enough time to get ready.

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Shane McMahon strolled into the gym dressed in blue jeans and a button up shirt. His workouts were held strictly in a private gym with a personal trainer, he wouldn't be caught dead working out with "boys". Of course "the boys" would work circles around his soft and well hidden physic and deep down inside Shane knew it. Instead he was there on business, par usual, as he made his way toward the back where the real weight lifting took place.

"Yo Triple H" Shane called out.

Triple H rolled his eyes. He hated being interrupted in the middle of a rep.

"What's up Shane O?" Triple H asked barely even looking at his brother in law.

When it came right down to it, Shane and Triple H had a lot of similar characteristics. You wouldn't know it by looking at them but in many ways they were a lot alike. Both were quite full of themselves and both were from Connecticut, but that's where the similarities stopped. Shane grew up filthy rich, and even though he liked to think of himself as one of the boys, he never really was. Triple H on the other hand WAS one of the boys and actually enjoyed working in the trenches as opposed to the front office of the WWE like Shane.

"Is there something going on between Cena and Lita?" Shane asked point blankly.

The question took Triple H off guard for sure.

"How the hell would I know, it's not like I'm buddies with either one of them." Triple H replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. You know how Lita is." Shane said.

Triple H laughed to himself , he knew exactly what Shane was driving at.

"Are you suggesting Lita's whoring herself out to Cena like she did Edge?" Triple H asked amused at the suggestion.

Personally, Triple H could care less who Lita was fucking, but it was interesting to him that Shane was even asking about it especially since Shane himself had acted somewhat inappropriately to the ladies backstage. So what if Lita and John were getting it on? Being on the road had a tendency to do that to you.

"Hey, I'm trying to help run a business, a business that I'll someday inherit, I don't like our Superstars acting like this is some kind of three ring circus." Shane said as he folded his arms across his chest.

Triple H raised an eyebrow. Shane was not one to talk about three ring circuses. The McMahon family WAS a three ring circus.

"There's the pot calling the kettle black." He retorted.

As Triple H got up from the weight bench he placed a hand on Shane's shoulder and looked him straight in the eye.

"Listen brother, I don't know what's going on between Lita and John, and I don't give a fuck. All I care about is kicking John's punk ass until I get that belt back. Who he's fucking is no concern of mine. Got it?" Triple H asked.

Shane nodded. Triple H almost enjoyed making Shane tremble.

As Triple H walked away Shane said to himself, "Yeah, well I'm going to start making some rules around here, and it starts with Lita."

A/N: I had a little fun with this chapter. Hope you like it. And don't worry, things will get steamy very shortly.