WWE: Three Wrestlers and a Baby ~BOOK ONE~

"Date" Night

I threw the rest of my clothes into my bag. I finished putting all of my other stuff back into my purse. I was the last person in the locker room, and probably the last diva in the entire arena. But I didn’t mind that. I enjoyed being alone, and I enjoyed the silence.

There was another knock on the door to the locker room, and I assumed that it was John. I walked over and opened it to see him smiling at me.

“You know,” he started with a sexy smile on his face, “I never knew you had a tattoo on the top of your boob.”

I giggled. I would have never expected him to say something like that! “John!”

“What?! I’m being serious! I’ve known you all this time and I never knew you had a tattoo there.”

“Well I do,” I said shyly. I walked back over to my belongings and John following behind me.

I threw my bag over my shoulder, and my purse over my bag, on my shoulder as well. I stared at John and he was eagerly looking around the women’s locker room as if it was a strange place to him. I giggled and managed to catch his attention.

“What?”

I smiled at him. “I find it so cute that when guys come in here, they always look around like it’s so different from the men’s locker room.”

“Well it is different.” He pointed at the walls. “The walls in the men’s locker room are an entirely different color. You tell me that’s not majorly different! And look over there!” He pointed at where the bathroom stalls were behind a partway wall. “We have urinals in our bathroom.”

I laughed again as I headed for the door. John followed me and then led me out to his rental car. “Really John?”

“What?”

“You have a Porsche for a rental car?”

He smiled at me. “You don’t like these kind of cars? Most women love a man with a nice car.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s a little over the top for just being a rental,” I laughed. He popped the trunk open and I threw my bag with my clothes in the back. I threw my purse over the seat and I slammed the trunk shut.

“You should be a little nicer to the trunk Gem.” John laughed and then got into the driver’s seat. I walked around the car and got into the passenger seat.

We drove a few blocks away into town and he stopped the car just outside this nice looking restaurant. “Are we really eating in a fancy place like this?”

“Didn’t you look at the invitation you dork?”

“Hey!” I smiled. “I am not a dork! And I forgot what the invitation said. But I look terrible! Are you sure that I’m dressed appropriately for a place like this?”

He grabbed my hand and he held it tight. “Gem, why do you always worry about this kind of stuff?” He sighed and looked away. He looked back at me shortly after. I never took my eyes off of his. “You look beautiful. You always have, and you always will. I promise you Gem.”

I smiled and I gave him the best hug I could from this seat. Just then there was a knock on my window and the valet stood there. I grabbed my purse out of the bag and put it over my shoulder. He opened the door for me and I grabbed his hand as I stepped out. “Thank you,” I said.

He smiled and nodded at me. John got out of the car as well, and threw the keys to the valet guy. He escorted me into the restaurant. I felt so out of place.

I was wearing casual sandals and a pink tank top that covered my tattoo. I wore a comfy pair of short shorts that exposed most of my legs. John, however, was wearing a pair of jean shorts that went down to his knees, and a casual plain white tee. He wore a pair of casual sneakers.