Chapter 6

As Lita sat across from John at the restaurant, John made sure to keep his ball cap way low over his eyes. Lita also wore a hat to cover up her fiery red hair. Neither one of them wanted to be recognized by a fan. This was their first unofficial date. The last thing either one of them wanted to do was sign autographs without really getting to get to know one another.

As the waitress came by John made sure that Lita ordered first.

"I'll have the Greek salad with a glass of Chardonnay. And Water." She said.

John smiled in her direction. Normally he would have made fun of Lita sticking so close to her vegetarian diet, but this was no time to ruffle her feathers. Although there was one topic of discussion he did want to bring up: the roses.

Ever since leaving Lita's hotel room, he couldn't help but to wonder where the roses had come from. This wasn't the first time she had received them either. Twice within the last month she had received flowers from someone anonymously.

"Give me the steak burger, medium well, and a Heineken." John told the waitress.

As the waitress left to place their order, John sat back in his chair trying to get relaxed. He could tell by the way Lita's eye drifted around the room that she was a bit uncomfortable.

"You still thinking about Shane?" He asked hoping to break the ice.

"Shane? Hell no. Although I am still pissed he actually had the balls to show up at my hotel room on my day off. Something about that guy just bugs the hell out of me." She admitted.

"Join the club. What else can you expect from the offspring of Vincent Kennedy McMahon?" John said hoping the comment would bring a smile to Lita's face.

"Stephanie's okay, but you're right, Shane's definitely a chip off the old block." Lita responded. Now feeling a little more relaxed.

As the waitress returned with their drinks, Lita and John awkwardly traded smiles. Neither one of them had ever really been at a loss for words around one another, but this scenario was different. The pressure was definitely on.

John took a long drink from his beer. Then after placing it on the table he leaned forward in his chair.

"So, what's up with the flowers?" He asked.

Lita also sat up. The question took her a bit by surprise even though she knew perfectly well it was a fair question to ask. She wondered if she should tell John that she thought they might be from Matt, or simply lie and act as if it was really nothing.

"Well, I honestly don't know what to think of them. Either someone is starting to become obsessed or…." Lita stopped there.

What she wanted to say was either someone was becoming obsessed, or Matt was trying to reconcile again. Neither option seemed better than the other. Having to deal with an obsessed fan was bad enough, but having Matt back in her life, especially now as things were really starting to evolve with John, was more drama than she really wanted right now.

"Or? Or what Lita. What are you thinking girl? You think they're from someone you know?" John couldn't help to ask.

Lita shrugged her shoulders.

"The thought did cross my mind, but I really don't know anyone who would gain anything from leaving them without a card or signature. It's kind of weird." Lita confided.

"Hell yeah that's weird. Listen Lita, do me a favor, make sure someone knows where you are at all times, just until this little admirer of yours stops with the flowers and whatever else little love notes he's leaving you. If it's an obsessed fan, I'd hate for anything to happen to you. You know?" John said praying to God that he didn't sound like her big brother or something.

Lita smiled. She loved the fact that John was concerned for her.

"Before we leave make sure you have my pager number okay?" John continued.

"Okay." Lita said with a huge smile on her face.

As the waitress returned a second time with their food, John ordered another round of drinks. He was feeling more at ease by the second, especially now that the issue of the flowers was out of the way.

"How 'bout a toast?" John raised his beer as Lita followed his lead. "To the sexiest, hottest, dopest, flyest diva on the WWE roster.

Lita couldn't help but to blush, but she refused to get completely unraveled and lose her cool.

"Fair enough." She responded. "And also to the best WWE Champ the WWE or anybody has ever seen."

John smiled. After their initial uncomfortableness, they were right back where they had always been. Playful, flirtatious and easy going.

Both clinked their glasses and downed whatever was left of their drinks. Whether it was the initial affects of the alcohol or the fact that John was taking in something even more intoxicating than that, John leaned forward to Lita, took her face in his hand and planted a soft, luscious kiss on her lips.

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Triple H answered his cell phone on the second ring.

"Shane-O, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" He said rolling his eyes.

Triple H and Stephanie were trying hard to enjoy a few moments alone in their hotel room. It was rare that either one of them got to sleep in, much less not be working at all.

"Okay great, good for you. Listen man, I already told you, I could care less if Lita and John are screwing each other. What I have going with John is simply business. What he does outside of work is his problem." Triple H was starting to get annoyed with the way Shane had made his personal vendetta against John, now his problem as well.

Even Triple H would admit that John Cena did have some talent, just not as much as he had. In his mind, no one should retain the title for as long as Cena has except for himself. No one.

Stephanie grabbed the phone from Triple H as soon as she realized it was Shane.

"Shane, could you please just drop it. You're being a real ass right now. I think you need to worry more about the fact that one of the diva's you've been screwing with has an STD. No matter what you do, John is going to be the Champ until the fans want to see someone else with the belt. And right now, the fans want John"

At this remark, Triple H gave Stephanie a hard, cold stare. He sometimes hated the fact that she had more power than him backstage. It was the price he paid for marrying the boss's daughter.

Stephanie ended the cal without giving Shane a chance to respond on the other end.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm the older sibling in the family." Stephanie said with a sigh.

Triple H turned to her with a quizzical look on his face.

"One of the diva's has an STD?" He asked as Stephanie simply rolled her eyes.