She does

"Look, I'm in town to watch the show and maybe be interviewed for a position with WWE, alright? Now can I go? He doesn't like it when I make him wait," she tells you, brushing you off once again as she started going up to her room.

"You may go if you wish," you curtly tell her, seething on the inside about how she is treating you, all the while staring at her ass in the jeans she is wearing.

"Fucking bitch. Looks like I'm going to have make her pay for that bitchy attitude of hers," you sneer to yourself, the wheels in your head already spinning as you plotted ways to separate her from her man and take your **** on her.

"I've got it," you tell yourself as you call an emergency meeting of your staff, letting the second crew handle the arrivals still straggling in as you give them their orders.

"Listen, get the freak out of there somehow and let me handle the rest," you tell them, hoping this will be done sooner than later.

All you had to do was make whatever happened between the two of you look consensual so that her hotheaded man would have a reason to leave her alone for the rest of the week.