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"Your room looks like it's finally ready April," you tell her as you walk her to it, trying not to ruin what you think is a good thing so far by staring at her ass in the tight black pants she is wearing to go along with the loose-fitting black shirt she has on.

"I'm assuming you will be sharing this room?" you ask her, alluding to her soon-to-be-husband, who you figure would at least be there to support her, despite his falling-out with the company.

"If you mean Phil (referring to CM Punk by his real-life name), then, no," she tells you, a look in her eyes that tells you she might not be all that happy about it, either, "he's decided not to join me here this week. It's not really his fault, though. Wrestling fans, you know? See him in an airport and they think he's coming back."

"Doesn't that make you a little lonely on the road, though?" you ask her, really just thinking you should go in for the kill right now.

"I'd be lying if I said it doesn't," she tells you, grabbing your arm and looking you in the eyes as she pulls you so close that you think about kissing her when the moment passes, at least for now.

"Call me if you need anything April," you tell her, still resisting the urge to back her into a wall and make out with her, "and I mean anything."

"I'll be seeing you around...I'm sure of that..." she teases you as she rubs your arm and heads inside her room, leaving you with a bulge in your pants as you head back down to the lobby.