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Punk felt absolutely disoriented as he sifted through Edge's belongings in the hotel room. Although he couldn't stand the Rated R Superstar, he had to admit, the man had good taste in clothes.
He felt so lost. And hell, how could he not feel that way when he was literally not himself? This was insanity. He just wanted to take a quick shower, get dressed and get the hell out of here. Thank goodness, at least, that ECW traveled with the SmackDown roster. If not for that, he wouldn't have any idea of where he was expected to go that day. But then he remembered that ECW had been the prior night. He didn't have another show to travel to, not yet, and not until Friday. Oh, jeez, Punk thought. The superstars were expected to go home today.
Home... That single word sounded so welcoming to his ears, but how in hell was he going to go there when he had no key? He had not one iota of his items and only had Edge's stuff. He supposed he could go there and call a locksmith, telling him he'd locked himself out. But what about his neighbors? If they saw a tall blond man getting into the house, they would think he was a burglar. This was all just incredibly crazy!
On the other hand, he could probably get away with staying at Edge's house as long as he had a key. But how was he supposed to know how to even get there? He didn't even have an address!
Duh, dumbass... Try his driver's license! Yes, of course... The wallet was on the nightstand. He would do that later.
Without a word, the confused man turned with an assortment of clothing in hand and hurried to the bathroom. Once undressed, he tried to avoid glancing down at the body that really belonged to his arch nemesis, but that was an impossibility when he had to lather up to wash.
Punk was in the shower not even three minutes when it happened... He thought he heard the door click open but believed he'd imagined it. However, the next thing he knew, a very naked Maryse pushed the sliding glass shower door open to join him. He was so startled, he nearly shouted out. At the same time, he got a very good eyeful of the blonde's voluptuous body, and he was suddenly struck speechless.
"I thought you might want some company," she said in a husky voice. She stood behind him and allowed her hands to slide around to his wet pecs, her fingers caressing.
Punk's heart was hammering so quickly, he was afraid it might actually escape the confines of his chest. Here, he had a beautiful, wet, naked woman in the shower with him, and clearly, she wasn't there for the cleansing alone. Quite the opposite, she wanted to get dirty - but not with him. She hated him, and most likely, if he were in his own skin right now, she would recoil in horror and disgust.
"Mmm," Maryse murmured. "You're so tense, baby. Don't worry, I can take care of that." She began to slide her hands lower.
Not allowing himself to give into anything, he stopped her, gripping both of her wrists. He turned around to see a big smile on the diva's face. She probably thought he'd grabbed her wrists because he wanted to be the one with the control.
"Not now."
"Excuse moi?" Maryse's face looked perplexed. Apparently, Edge had never turned down any of her iniations of sex.
He shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he said, relieved that his voice wasn't shaking. "I'm not in the mood right now."
"'Not in the mood?'" she repeated, as though it were a foreign concept. She wiped some water from her eyes and stared at him.
"I really just want to shower and go home."
This time, the tall blonde smiled.
"Ahhh... Okay. So we do it when we get to your house, yes?"
"Huh?" Punk stared at her blankly for a beat.
Maryse pouted this time, and she crossed her arms over her D-cup breasts, squashing them.
"Did you forget? You invited me."
"Oh. Oh, that's right," he said, playing along. Inside, he groaned. This was just great. He was going to have to tote Maryse along to Edge's house? He had hoped to be alone, alone with his thoughts to try and somehow make heads or tails of this... madness. A thought suddenly struck him. "You've been to... my house before?"
She cocked her head as she lathered her hair with shampoo, eyeing him strangely.
"I've been there lots of times in the past six months since we've been dating," she said. "You should know."
"Oh... Yeah," he replied quickly. Somehow, he'd been pretty good thus far at not ogling her beautiful wet body. It was quite the difficult task. "Well, let's finish this shower fast, and then we can get on over there." The way he figured, since Maryse had been to the abode of the Rated R Superstar several times, she would probably know how to get there. He only wondered if once they arrived, she would leave him alone. Something told him the answer was a big, fat 'no.'
Shit, he thought. He really, really wanted to see Ashley. He wondered if he could stop off at his hotel room before checkout to see her. He had to at least make sure she was okay. Just knowing she was alone with the likes of Edge was enough to make him crazy. Who knew what the jackass was trying to do to his girlfriend?
As he finished showering - with Maryse doing the same right behind him - Punk made up his mind. First chance he got, he would approach Ashley.
But how would she react to him?