Behind the desk

Nolee laughed, "Well aren't we a sight for sore eyes."

John nodded. He jumped a foot in the air when thunder boomed outside. "Damn thunderstorms..." He muttered, pressing closer to Nolee.

"Somebody scared of storms?" She laughed.

John looked down, a little embarrassed as he nodded.

"Eh, don't be afraid. Wanna know something funny? I'm afraid of Mark Calloway. Other than that, I'm petrified of bugs."

John frowned. "Why are you afraid of Mark? He can be such a softy. He looks after me..." He said. "And bugs make me cry."

"Ever since I was a kid I've been scared of Mark, don't ask me why," she laughed. "Bugs freak me out. And this is comin from the girl who grew up in the country when not on the road with her father."

John sighed. "Well, Mark's always looked after me." He said. "And I will literally cry if I see a bug. Like I will hide in my closet- I have to show you my closet!" He squealed, getting up and pulling Nolee into his large room. His bed... was huge. A few fur blankets sprawled over the comforter... He loved fur. He pulled her to two french door on the other side of his room. "You ready?

Nolee nodded after being pulled down a hall way and into John's room, "Jeez, P.E.T.A would have a bitch fit in here!"

John chuckled. "At least my ring gear is faux." He said before opening the doors to his closet. He pulled Nolee inside. His closet was three floors... bigger than his actual apartment. Off-white marble floors and staircases. Crystal chandeliers. Gold filling in between the marble tiles. Lights in every clothing section in the walls. He showed her around. He have entire sections dedicated to his underwear (98% of which was lacy thongs or just lacy underwear.) and sunglasses. His closet was one of the biggest in the world...

Nolee's mouth dropped open, taking in her surroundings. That's when she saw the shoes section. There, sitting amongst them, were one of the best pairs of cowboy boots she had ever seen. They were black with the end where the toe should be in silver. She picked them up, admiring them. "Your. Closet. Rocks."

John smiled. "Thank you. I knew you'd like those." He chuckled. "I don't think you've ever seen a man with so much underwear or shoes." He laughed, sitting down on one of the couches.... which had a fur blanket draped over it.

"No...no I haven't," she laughed. "What you got in my size?"

John chuckled. "My underwear... and maybe some of my shoes. I have small feet." He chuckled. "Plus, you can borrow some of my sunglasses if you like."

Nolee instantly tried on the boots and to her liking, they fit. "These are getting taken away." She kept them on and walked over to the sunglasses, picking a pair that looked like he wore them to the ring: big with the crosses on them. "Man, if you had clothes for me to go clubbing in.."

John smiled. "You do. I keep a set of cloths here for my sister or if i have a friend thats a girl over." He said, pulling Nolee up to the second floor. He opened one of the large, extravagant rooms that looked like Mariah Carrey's closet, revealing a shit load of designer women cloths.

"Wanna play Barbie doll?" Nolee laughed, overwhelmed by all the clothes. "Pick something that if...if a straight Cody Rhodes saw me in it, he'd totally go for me."

John squealed happily and started pulling cloths, dressing Nolee in 50 outfits before finding the right one. Skin tight, low riding skinny jeans, and a tight, black belly shirt revealing her flat stomach, along with the cowboy boots and sunglasses. "You look so fucking sexy!" He squealed.

Nolee looked at herself in one of the long mirrors and smiled, "I do look pretty damn good don't I? Now if only I had my hat..."

John searched for a hat all over the room, finding a cowgirl hat he knew Nolee would love. He smiled and handed the hat to Nolee.

Nolee smiled as she placed it on her head, "It really is the piece de resistance in all my outfits..."

John chuckled. "You're so wearing that tomorrow when we go out. I'll be decked out in skin and leather..." He said with a smirk.

"I bet your a sucker for leather and skin," Nolee winked.

John nodded, smiling. "Oh yeah. And anything muscled and sexy... I wanna big juice monkey. And yes, I am Italian. I sure as hell act like one." He chuckled.

"I want me a southern boy..." Nolee laughed.