A/N: Hi all! And you thought I'd forgotten about you! Tsk. Tsk. Anyways, sorry for being so late with this update—I've been working on "My Story", which, if you haven't already done so, you should definitely check out. I know, I know insert pop for cheap story plug here. FYI—this section isn't as long as the others, but I'm doing that for several reasons….first—I want y'all to keep coming back to read more ) and, second, I'm trying to get updates to you a bit quicker, believe it or not. And…as always, if you want MORE updates, or you have any suggestions/comments/thoughts etc…You KNOW what to do! Take care!!
"So…tell me again—why…how exactly did you end up sharing the honeymoon suite with Shane McMahon?" Becky plopped down on the couch and looked around the room in awe.
At first, the only reply she received was the busy clackety-clack-clack of fingers furiously typing. A momentary pause. "The company's travel office screwed up the reservations." More typing ensued.
"Uh huh." Becky wasn't buying any of this. It was too convenient. Despite having booked the entire hotel, the WWE wasn't anywhere close to filling every room. "And…where exactly are both of you going to sleep? What does your Uncle have to say about this little snafu?"
Katharine took a break from her work. "Uncle Shawn isn't going to be here until tomorrow. Shane invited me to come along a couple days early to meet everyone and get myself situated…"
Becky took a sip of her water. "Shane? Shane invited you? Now, I get it."
Katharine rolled her eyes. "It's not like that at all, Becky. He's just…trying to be a nice guy." She shrugged the comment off before saving her work and shutting her computer down for the evening.
Becky snorted. "Yeah, you can say that again."
Katharine glared at her friend. "Would you get your mind out of the gutter, Becky? He's as good as being my boss. I kind of have to work with him. You know…it's not like I know every aspect of this business…you could be a little bit more supportive…" Katharine glanced at her watch—again. She let out an exasperated huff. She knew it sounded completely psychotic, but Shane had left a note saying he'd be back at 8. It was now 8:45.
Becky raised her eyebrow before gasping. "Oh. My. GOD. You're waiting for him to come back!!"
Katharine turned fire engine red. "Get a life, Becky."
"YOU ARE!!" Becky bounced in her seat, giggling and pointing at her friend. "You've got it baaaaaad, for Shane O— OW!!" Becky rubbed the spot on her arm Katharine just punched.
"Need I remind you of a certain someone who tracked down AND interviewed all of a Mr. Cody Rhode's childhood friends….BEFORE their first date?" Katharine folded her arms over her chest.
Becky beamed. "Good times. Good times."
Katharine rolled her eyes. "You're sick, Becky. Really sick…"
"Speaking of sick—Cody did the sweetest thing for me the other day, when I wasn't feeling well!"
Katharine was beginning to feel ill from the excess of "Cody-love" that was quickly filling the rom.
"He stayed with me, instead of going out with the guys! He even let me have the remote…and rubbed my feet!"
Katharine smiled at her friend. It had been a long time since Becky had run across a good thing, and Katharine didn't have the heart to put a spoiler on her good mood. "Becky…I think Cody would pretty much do anything, if you asked him to."
Becky's eyes widened like a child who had just spotted Santa Claus leaving presents under the tree on Christmas morning. Becky grinned, barely able to contain the giggles that were escaping her lips. "Really?"
Katharine nodded her agreement. "I think so. He really likes you Becky. And believe it or not, as long as he treats you--" Katharine turned her head just in time to catch a glimpse of Becky FLYING out of the room. "…I'm happy for you?" The words intended for her friend ended up floating away and dying.
Katharine sighed, rubbing her neck. She had spent the better part of the day hunched over the tiny laptop trying to put her famous Uncle's life in order. He had even left her fan mail to respond to! She wondered exactly who he paid off to do this stuff for him before she came along.
"I'd hate to add more to your workload." Shane sat a black folder, emblazoned with the corporate logo on it, right in front of Katharine.
Katharine groaned audibly, much to her own dismay.
Shane winced. "Shawn um…we've been trying to get him to fill out this questionnaire for our website…and he's been dodging us for a while…" She doesn't have to know all the details. It's not that far from the truth… Shane reasoned with himself. The fact of the matter was that his people had been after Shawn to do an in-depth interview for the company's website for quite a while—he had just, been a little preoccupied at the time, with Wrestlemania and all.
Katharine stretched her neck subconsciously. Looked like tonight would be an all-nighter—just like the night before was turning out to be, until she fell asleep in the middle of typing some sort of letter for Shawn.
Shane sighed. He hated to pile all of this on her shoulders, especially before she had the chance to really become acquainted with her new job. He saw her reaching for the laptop. "You don't have to get everything done in the first day, Katie…"
"You don't understand exactly what all he left me with. I need to get caught up before tomorrow afternoon—I have to pick him up at the airport—"
Shane held his hand up. "Woah. No you don't. He's a grown man. He can drive his own ass to the arena."
"But Uncle Shawn said—"Katharine protested.
Shane puffed up. "And Shane McMahon is telling you that being your Uncle's PA does NOT mean you're his slave." Katharine opened her mouth to protest, only to find that Shane had put a finger over her lips. Shane smiled, shaking his head. "The world is not going to end if Shawn Michaels has to drive himself to the arena." Don't we usually send a limo for him, anyways? What the hell does she HAVE to be there for? "Ok?" The command was laced with sweetness.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Katharine pouted.
"Good. Glad we had this little chat." Shane beamed, proud of the fact that he had gotten his own way without having to try all that hard.
"Sooooo…." Katharine played with her fingernails. Until Becky had mentioned it, Katie hadn't given much thought to the fact that she was staying in the "Honeymoon" suite with a man who had so successfully wormed his way into her life in a very short period of time. She peered at Shane out of the corner of her eye. Was it a coincidence that she felt about twenty degrees warmer whenever he graced her with his presence?
"Whaaat?" Shane snickered. He caught Katharine giving him the once over. Katharine shrugged in response. Though her body language suggested innocence, Shane saw the glint in her eye that told him otherwise. Not getting out of it this time, Kitty… He smirked, ego inflated by the nervous little giggle that escaped her lips. He had remembered to turn his phone completely off when he entered the room…
Katharine stared at the man sitting across from her. She couldn't help it. Those eyes--those eyes that could be adorable and loving, tender and sweet like a puppy dog one moment, and ruthless and cunning the next. She had grown quite used to looking into those eyes over their short acquaintance. She shook her head, turning her gaze to her lap. God only knows how, but when they arrived at the hotel last night, Katharine opened her eyes only to discover that she had fallen asleep on HIS shoulder! She had even caught Shane bitching out the driver for waking her up! Smooth, real smooth there Katie. "I'm just going to…" She motioned towards the bathroom, longing for a nice, warm bath to sooth her aching back. "Unless you wanted it first?"
"Oh no no. Go right ahead. I showered at the arena--part of the reason I'm late." Shane shrugged apologetically.
"Uh huh." Katharine started to tidy-up the little coffee table she had been using as a desk. "I'm just--"
Shane put his hand over hers, chuckling slightly. "Would you give it a break and go take that shower—"
"Bath…." Katharine quickly retorted without thinking.
Shane's smirk grew even wider. Good thing they were on the East Coast tonight. All he had to do was step out on the balcony instead of the traditional ice-cold shower. "Would you just go take your bath before I have to throw you in there myself?" Shane teased, with just a hint of treachery in his voice.
"Have? Well…if you put it that way…." Katharine got up and started moving towards the unusually spacious bathroom. "I was going to invite you…but…" She shrugged as if she wasn't conscious of what she was saying.
"Really now?" Shane's ears perked up.
Katharine shrugged. "I wouldn't want to have you do anything you didn't want to…."
"Oh now….hold up!" Shane hopped off the couch and crossed the room to meet her. "Who said I didn't…" He pouted.
Katharine put a single finger to his lips, the same way he had just done to her. She smiled. "Maybe next time you will actually throw me in there…." Katie ran her fingertip along his jaw line before making her escape to take her bath.