Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Jaylynn made her way into the hotel lobby, wondering where everyone had went.
"Ms. Emerson. I have a message from Mr. McMahon. He asked that you please see
him in the penthouse suite as soon as you can." the front desk clerk told her
when she asked if there were any messages for her.
"Okay, thank you. Do I just go on up?" Jaylynn asked. "Richard will take you
up." he smiled as another man appeared at her elbow. Wordlessly Jaylynn followed
him through the hotel.
"Thanks." She offered as he left her in a small room inside the penthouse suite.
"Jaylynn, how are you?" Shane McMahon asked as he walked into the room.
"I'm fine. I had a message to meet your father." She smiled. "Oh, no. I'm the
Mr. McMahon that wanted to meet with you." Shane told her.
Jaylynn's eyes widened, "Oh, I'm sorry! I guess when I think of a Mr. McMahon I
think of old..., I mean, um, older, shit." Jaylynn cursed as she kept digging
herself into a hole.
Shane laughed, "It's okay. I know what you meant. Come on into the sitting room.
Would you like a drink?" Shane asked. "Just water, please." Jaylynn said as they
entered a huge room with overstuffed leather couches and chairs. Jaylynn sat on
one of the couches and looked around the room in awe. 'So this is how the rich
live.' she thought as Shane handed her a wine glass filled with water.
He took a drink from a brandy glass and smiled. "How are you doing? You were
pretty upset earlier." "Yeah, I was. But I was able to see Shane, so I'm okay
now." Jaylynn told him.
Shane nodded and satback, watching her. "I watched your match tonight and I was
impressed with you and the other girls. I'm glad you were able to overcome your
emotions and perform." "Thanks." Was her soft reply.
Shane laughed, "God Jaylynn, you are so tense. You are acting like I'm going to
fire you or something. I just want to learn more about you." "I'm sorry. I, uh,
what do you want to know?" Jaylynn asked.
"Are you and Helms an item?" Shane asked bluntly. "Shane and me? No! We are just
friends." Jaylynn hurried to say.
"You seem pretty close. Traveling together, hanging out together, always
together." Shane ponited out. "We are close friends." Jaylynn defended.
Shane nodded and sat forward, "Are you seeing anyone? I know that you're not
married from your file." he told her. "No, I'm not invovled with anyone."
Jaylynn said, wondering where this line of questioning was going.
***
Jaylynn opened her eyes, wondering where she was for a moment before it all came
rushing back to her. She slowly slid out of the bed and quietly made her way
towards the door, slipping clothes on as she went.
A contented sigh came from the sleeping figure in the bed. With one last look
Jaylynn slipped out of the penthouse bedroom and away from Shane McMahon.
Chapter 2