Becky hated these production meetings. She hated having to sit here for hours while random writers tried to tell them all what to do with way too many specifics. Becky was old school and liked to give her promos on the fly when she could, and play off the crowd and what they gave her, but WWE needed to keep organized and she saw the value in that, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
She'd much rather be out checking out the new city with Dean and holding hands, or making out in the park or making out in the hotel. Becky felt herself grin, they'd done much more than make out last night, but then she couldn't even wake up with him because she had to get up early to come here. It was a huge buzzkill.
She felt her phone buzz quietly on her thigh. She looked around to make sure no one had heard it. When she saw the dead eyed stares of all the other girls focused on the man speaking, and not on her or her phone, she turned it over to see a message from Dean. She opened it and rolled her eyes as she read it.
"From Dean: What are you wearing?"
Becky typed back quickly, "You saw me get up and shower and get dressed. You know what I'm wearing, you dork."
Her phone buzzed quickly, "From Dean: I did not get to watch you in the shower, that's a crime really, but c'mon Irish, don't ruin my fun. What are you wearing?"
She smirked, "Didn't stop you from trying to sneak a peak though, did it? And, fine, I'm bored enough to want to see where this is going. I'm wearing my cut off Tapout shirt and some yoga pants."
She didn't have to wait long again, as Dean texted back at lightning speed. "From Dean: You in yoga pants is always a day brightener, Irish." Becky felt herself flush at the praise. Even when it was over text, Dean could still make her feel like a million bucks, and he was never shy about doing so. They'd been together almost a year now and she had never been happier in her life, except maybe her first year at the performance center. He was an absolute sweetheart to her and just the all around perfect guy for her and what she was looking for. Also, it didn't hurt him that he was that damn good-looking. She read the rest of the message, "You wanna guess what I'm wearing?"
She felt her eyebrows move up. Was he still at the hotel? She quickly typed back. "Is the answer nothing?"
The phone buzzed quietly again and a media message popped up. Becky clicked on it and felt the fire in her belly spread to the tips of her toes and everywhere else soon after. She knew she was blushing now, as the picture showed the bottom half of Dean just covered by basketball shorts, obviously taken while he was lying down on their bed at the hotel. It showed off his hip dents that she loved to pay attention to whenever they were together, and the smart little bastard had included the smallest part of his abs, leaving her wanting nothing more than to be in that hotel room with him with nowhere to go.
She slowly typed back, trying to control her breathing. "You have my attention now."
Dean didn't do emojis but she could guess that the winky face was implied as he responded, "From Dean: Oh, I know. I could be convinced to show you more, but you should be paying attention in your meeting."
Becky typed back furiously. "Screw the meeting, I didn't want to come anyway." She didn't care that she sounded eager; she never could take teasing from him very well. Give her the upper hand, and she could tease Dean for hours, but she couldn't last longer than ten minutes when it was flipped on her.
"From Dean: Alright, you asked for it. Don't blame me if you can't keep it in your pants even when you're in the middle of that conference room."
Then immediately a media message popped up. Becky grinned salaciously, already feeling completely turned on by the earlier picture and her memories from last night. She didn't even hear what the presenter was saying, or care if anyone was looking at her anymore. She pressed on it immediately, almost feeling desperate to see more of her boyfriend.
Her mood quickly changed when instead of a picture, like she thought the media message was, a video began to play and drums sounded. She scrambled to try to shut it off, but her fingers failed her and the song continued on into the formerly silent room. She recognized the song immediately as "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley as did everyone else in the room before she finally found the volume button and shut it off.
The entire room was quiet for only a few moments before Stephanie spoke up. "Uh, Becky?"
Becky wasn't sure what was more embarrassing, having that song play in general or admitting to how it happened. "Uh, sorry, I forgot to turn off my ringer…" 'Nice save, Lynch.' She thought to herself sarcastically. That was one of the most horrible songs to even admit to liking, let alone having it as your ringer.
Stephanie gave her a weird look before going back to the presenter and gesturing for him to continue. Becky breathed a sigh of relief; at least she wasn't getting in trouble. Alexa, who was in front of her, leaned back and gave her a weird look, "You're ringtone is Rick Astley?"
Becky fought down the embarrassment and nodded, "Mhmm."
She felt her phone buzz again and glared at it. She clicked on the new message from Dean, and almost growled at the irony of his first emoji coming at this time.
"From Dean: ;)"
He was a dead man.