"Do you always put yourself in places where you're not welcome?" CJ shot right back, not in the mood for him as he sat down in the passenger's seat and shut the door.
"Do you always flirt with Randy Orton?" Dave asked, making himself comfortable and CJ's eyes narrowed.
"I wasn't flirting with him. Get the fuck out of my car."
"So, he wouldn't be the least bit bothered if I did something right now." Dave reached out to stroke her cheek, not missing the way CJ's nose scrunched up in distaste. Her obvious discomfort only brought a smirk to the man's face, and that only concerned CJ.
"He most likely wouldn't, but I sure as hell would be. Don't make me a pawn in your games." Her request was simple enough, but Dave wasn't backing off. Even when she pushed his hand away from her face, he only shifted closer.
"I get what I want, Chris. And I want those titles. I'm going to win the Royal Rumble, and then I'm going to kick Orton's ass at WrestleMania. If I have to use you to get to him, I fucking will."
"First of all, its CJ you ignorant assclown. Secondly, leave me out of this. Third, get the fuck out of my car, you're making me uncomfortable."
"What if I told you that you don't scare me, girl?"
"Then I'd tell you that I wasn't intending on scaring you. Just get the hell out of my car so I can rest up. Unlike you, I have a title match at the Royal Rumble."
"One you won't be winning." Dave said confidently before he opened the door and exited the rental, slamming the door shut behind him. CJ didn't know why he was here weeks before his scheduled return, but she did know that she didn't like it. Especially since he'd officially made her a target.
None of this information sat well with CJ, and she didn't like the fact that Dave implied that he'd do something to mess with her title match. She didn't like that Dave thought that she was flirting with Randy, because they were only talking about the Super Bowl playoffs. She definitely wasn't a fan of not having Seth to turn to for great sex and a listening ear, since there was no way she'd let him in after saying what he said to her.
"Some protector Ambrose is." CJ muttered, resting her forehead on the steering wheel and taking a couple deep breaths before finally putting the key in the ignition. Giving the key a turn, a loud groan sounded from the blonde when the engine didn't catch. "Fuck me sideways."
"I'd love to, your highness, but can you pop the hood so I can look at your car?"
She turned her head to see Dean standing by her door, Seth and Roman standing behind him. She was a bit aggravated that Seth was there, but complied with Dean's request and stepped out of the car to see what it was.
"What's the verdict, mechanic Ambrose?" CJ asked, looking to the dishwater blonde as he investigated the car.
"Well, it's a car." Dean mumbled, not looking up from the engine.
"Such great observation. I'm just going to call the rental car service and-"
"We can drive you back to the hotel." Seth offered and CJ shook her head.
"I'd rather walk than be anywhere near you right now."
"You can't just walk in the dark, and the rental car place isn't even open this late." Roman argued and CJ shook her head again.
"Then I will sleep in my car. Pretty sure I could fight off a druggie if I had to. I appreciate whatever help you have offered, but I am respectfully declining."
"Because you don't want to share air with me?" Seth asked, frowning when she nodded.
"Actually, yes. You guys can all go and get some sleep, I'll be fine." The guys weren't dealing with her independent streak, and instead of getting in her car, Roman carefully picked her up while Dean grabbed her bags and phone. Seth grabbed her keys and locked up the car before he followed Dean to their rental. "You guys are assholes."
"We're gentlemen." Dean corrected as Roman set her in the passenger's seat and climbed into the back. "Deal with it."
CJ wasn't at all surprised when she found herself having a difficult time sleeping. Every time she closed her eyes; a different scenario of Dave somehow interfering with her her match played out in her head, each one more painful than than the one before it. Getting speared, a Batista Bomb, hit by a chair, etc.. It was a night where she would have called Seth and invited him to fuck her senseless so she could get some sleep and feel secure in his arms. But, sadly, she couldn't. So CJ did the one thing that she knew would keep her nerves at bay. She took her putter and the golf ball that were in her suitcase, grabbing two cups from atop the mini fridge before heading out to the hallway.
The sound of glass clinking repeatedly in the hall spurred Dean out of his bed and to the doorway. Regal didn't tell him that CJ was into golf, but he could see in the way she was shaking that told him something was bothering her badly, and the fact that she didn't notice him leaning in the doorway told him that whatever it was had her out of sorts. CJ was typically alert and had her ears open, but she was trying so desperately to get over whatever was on her mind that she put all of her focus into that and not her surroundings.
"Your highness, it's two in the morning."
"Just CJ will do, Mr. Ambrose, and I'm aware of that. I can't sleep."
"Alright, CJ. What's on your mind?"
"Zeb Colter questioning my citizenship." She lied with a smirk, hearing Dean chuckle as he made his way to stand behind her.
"He's questioned mine, too, but that doesn't explain why you're shaking. I'm certain you can take that old man." Dean spoke with a smirk, cautiously placing his hands over hers. He felt her tense under his touch, but she relaxed almost instantly. "I've never done anything remotely close to golf before."
"Putting is easy. Kind of like a pendulum. Just loosen up and flow with me." Dean did as she instructed, keeping his hands on hers as their arms swayed together.
"Why were you shaking? Was it Batista earlier?"
"You saw him?"
"I saw him get out of your car. Do I need to beat him up?"
"You'd lose your job and you know it." CJ laughed and Dean smiled, subtly sniffing at her hair since it was there and he was curious. He wasn't disappointed, either. Coconut and mint. He wasn't sure how the two managed to be combined in one soap, since he'd never heard of anything like that, but it suited her. Dean couldn't help but envy Seth for all the times the younger man got to wake up and smell such a lovely scent. "Ambrose?"
"Huh?"
"You've been oddly quiet, and I need to go get the ball."
"Sorry, I was thinking. You can go get it."
"You're going to have to let me go, Dean." CJ whispered, unsure of where Dean was mentally. He didn't seem like a spacey guy; unstable and just plain...off, maybe, but never spacey.
"Oh, sorry."
"Do you just want to go in my room and talk?" She offered as she walked over to the elevator to retrieve her ball and the second cup.
"Ah, not if you don't want to. I don't really have anything to talk about, so..." Dean trailed off, handing her the other cup and watching as her eyes closely scrutinized his face.
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely positive. Are you doing alright, now?" He asked, noticing that she didn't hold eye contact while she thought. Instead, she looked over to the right and bit her lip while she considered what it was she was feeling, and what she wanted to say.
"Honestly, no. But you're right next door so I think I'll be alright in the end." CJ spoke with a small smile, poking his chest gently. She didn't peg him as a guy who slept in a shirt, but it fit him well and she wasn't complaining. He looked good in black.
"If you say so. Get some sleep, your highness."
"I'll try, Mr. Ambrose." There was something about the way she winked at him that made Dean wish that he had taken her up on that offer to talk. It'd been a while since he'd gotten any, and it sounded like she was good in bed. But he had to admit that there was a time and place for everything; and with Batista breathing down her neck and her upcoming title shot, it wasn't the time nor the place for him to explore the possibilities of a sexual relationship with the woman he was trying to protect. Not yet.
Thanks a million to AshleighxAwsome, angelsdee327, ArtisticLullaby, and LivHardy for reviewing the last chapter. I appreciate it. Can I just throw out there how fucking awesome Cesaro is!? I'm still in awe over how he lifted Big Show like that. Oh my gosh. The Shield killed it out there and I loved the masks. I just love them and Seth without sleeves- gah. I feel bad for my neighbors because there were about fifteen people in my apartment chanting yes haha.