Stephanie sat in her comfy leather office chair behind her desk flooded with paperwork. The stress of bargaining with Brock Lesnar was weighing on her. How was she supposed to convince him to come to Smackdown? She had nothing new to offer him other than opponents and Stephanie knew that Eric had better wrestlers on raw though she would never admit it out loud.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a slamming hand attacked her door. "Who is it?" She asked in a sing-song voice.
"You know damn well who it is, you set up this meeting!" Shouted an angry voice from behind the door.
Stephanie wondered if she should mess with him some more but decided against it since he already seemed to be in a bad mood. She slowly raised herself from her desk and walked to the door, unlocking the chain. She was flung backward as the tall figure burst in, luckily she didn't fall over.
"For gods sakes Stephanie, be a little more careful." He complained.
"Well maybe if you hadn't flung the door open I-"
"Oh shut up, I don't have the energy for this tonight. Let's just get on with it."
Stephanie huffed audibly in response and made her way to her chair.
"Now, I've asked you to come here because I want to discuss the championship. I believe it should be the champions choice which show they defend it on." She explained.
Eric looked at the woman in front of him and felt his anger melt away and be replaced with lust. She had her hands placed on each other and was resting her chest on top of them. He could hear her murmur something about the championship but was too focused on how she looked. Her hair was flowing behind her with a few stray strands falling in front and her skin was shinning. The business suit jacket she was wearing had the top two buttons undone leaving a large area of cleavage for him to enjoy. He could feel himself start to sweat. She was hot that's for damn sure.
"Eric, Eric! Eric are you even listening to me?!" She said angrily crossing her arms.
"What? Of course I am! I disagree with you!" Eric said quickly making eye contact with her.
"Really? You honestly think that having the championship on one show is a bad idea? In what way?" She said losing her temper.
Eric thought this was actually a great idea but he couldn't go back now or she would know he was 'distracted'. "It's simple sweetheart, I can embarrass your superstars anytime I want. All I have to do is get Brock to kick their ass! I'm not about to give that up." He chuckled.
"I think you're just afraid that my superstars will beat Brock and you'll lose the championship! You're afraid Eric." She said in a teasing way.
Eric again became distracted by her lips as she spoke, her lip gloss was making them shine and he could help was imagine teasing her with his own. Those lips would look great somewhere else.
"Eric, for God's sake would you pay attention!?" She complained.
Before Eric could answer Stephanie's phone rang and she looked embarrassed as she pulled it out of her suit jacket. "How unprofessional, I thought better of you Stephanie." Eric grinned.
"Oh shut up." She said finally getting a hold of her phone.
Her face turned from anger to surprise as she looked at the caller ID. "I have to take this, just wait here, I won't be long." She said as she stood.
Eric rolled his eyes but couldn't help lock on to Stephanie's ass as it bounced slightly when she walked. With a pleasant voice, she said hello and shut the door behind her. Stephanie had gone into a small living room attached to her office. Eric sighed and started looking for something to distract himself.
'How can one woman make a desk so messy?' He thought sifting through the papers.
Then he realized something, he had free range of Stephanie's office. She probably had lots of secrets locked up in here, ones that she could use to screw him over on Raw. He quickly got up and, with a mischievous look, made his way to the front of her desk. He moved through her drawers and all he could find was irrelevant papers. Finally, he found a drawer on the top right that was locked. He knew this must be where she was hiding her master plan, but where was the key?
He searched about on her desk before realizing there was a small black key on the white carpet floor. It must have fallen out of her pocket without her noticing. He quickly grabbed it and rushed to the desk. After fiddling with the key for a short time he managed to unlock the drawer but sighed when there was nothing inside. Then he noticed the bottom of the drawer was broken, he freaked out thinking he would surely be caught now and tried to figure out how to fix it but when he touched it, it moved.
"A fake bottom? Damn, she's smart." He chuckled lightly to himself.
He pulled out the wood and his eyes settled on a notepad. It was black and looked well used. Curiosity washed over him as he grabbed the notepad out of the drawer and opened it. On the first page it read in large letters 'Property of Stephanie McMahon - Do not open.' This intrigued him even more and he was about to turn to the next page when he heard "That's so great, yes thank you for calling. Goodbye!" From the next room.
Fear swarmed his mind as he desperately tried to shove the fake flooring back in the drawer and close it. He heard Stephanie fumble with the door ready to walk in any second as he locked the drawer and flung the key across the floor. He jumped up and ran to his seat but when he landed on it he fell backward into the floor.
He looked up at a bend over Stephanie McMahon with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. "Didn't realize I was that scary." She laughed, offering a hand to help him up. "You're not I just lost my balance!" Eric retorted.
Stephanie simply smiled and sat down in her chair. Eric desperately tried to hide the notepad in his jacket and hoped she wouldn't notice. "Now back to what we were saying-" "
"Actually Stephanie, I've thought it over and I think you're right. As you know I am a very popular man and I can't waste all my time on you." Snorted Eric as he stood.
"Wait you agree? That's great then! I'll see you later Eric." Stephanie said ignoring the comment he had made.
Eric rushed to get out of her office and back to his car. When he did reach it he realized that Stephanie was running toward him. He quickened his pace and opened the door, practically flinging himself inside and slamming it behind him. "Eric! Eric!" She called behind him.
"Go! Just go!" He yelled at the driver but before they could pull away she reached his window.
"Eric!" She panted, out of breath. "You forgot your suitcase." She said holding it out to him.
Relief flooded over him as he apologized, thanked her and drove away. When he was in the limo he grabbed the notepad out of his jacket and opened it again. He flew to the second page and read the first few lines.
'I am so damn tired of Hunter acting like I'm not good enough to come to ringside, and then he has the nerve to get angry with me when I go help Kurt!'
Eric was confused so decided to move on to the next page.
'Did Kurt really just kiss me? My whole body felt like sparks flew through it. It was fucking amazing. Hunter will kill us both. I can't tell him anything.'
Eric sat back astonished. Had he just found Stephanie McMahon's diary?