A new side?

That next morning I opened my eyes to the smell of blueberry pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I sat up and stretched out my arms and then got up to stretch my legs. I then followed the smell all the way down to the kitchen. When I peeked around the corner, I saw The Undertaker standing over a stove cooking the food that I smelled. He looked rather hot to me in his basketball shorts and his tight fitting black beater. He had a blue bandana tied around his head and to my surprise his long hair had been cut into a very short hairstyle that kind of turned me on.

"Good Morning love," he said as he turned around. "I felt your presence."

I came around the corner and folded my arms to attempt to hide my bra-less breasts. "I didn't know you knew how to cook."

He smirked and then motioned for me to sit down. I walked over to the table and took a seat facing him. He made me a plate and then sat it down in front of me. "I haven't had to cook in a long time. I figured since you will be here for quite some time, I need to be a good host."

I picked up my fork and then dug into my food. To my surprise it was really good. "Thank you," I said softly. "It's really good."

"No need to thank me babe, I told your brother that I would take good care of you. All I'm doing is keeping my word." He told me as he sat a glass of orange juice down in front of me. I watched him as he made his own plate of food and then sat down next to me.

"Did you cut your own hair?" I asked.

"Why? Does it look bad?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Actually I'm quite impressed. It's a nice cut for you."

"Does it make me look…sexy?" he asked.

I laughed and then remembered who I was talking to. "If it did I would never be the one to tell you that."

"You will at some point."

"Boy, you seem confident of that…do you get a lot of girls to say that to you?"

He finished chewing his food and then eyed me, "Actually all of them just tell me just because they want to screw me. You on the other hand…you're different."

"Different in a bad way or do you mean something else."

He studied me for a few seconds and then decided to answer me. "You're very hard for me to read…sometimes I can't tell if you're scared of me or if there is something else going on in that little head of yours."

I nodded and then finished off my food. I got up and then washed my plates and put them in the dish rack. "Um...what am I suppose to do about clothes?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "I don't know, I thought it would be nice to see your birthday suit…"

I blushed a little, "You will never see that trust me,"

"Why not? I'm sure it's very beautiful,"

"You brought me here to get a match, not to see what I look like naked."

He laughed, "Yes I guess you're right, well I grabbed you some clothes before we left your house. Don't worry I packed plenty of clothes for two months. You have enough for an entire year in your house,"

I folded my arms, "You went through my stuff? Are you insane?"

"I thought you might have figured that out by now Rachel…I'm pretty insane."

I sighed, "True. Well where did you put them?"

He smiled, "Why don't you go and find them yourself?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and then walked off to search for my clothes. I looked around the house carefully searching every place that I could. As I looked, I got a good sense of where everything was in the house. He had many rooms but my favorite by far was the den. It was quiet and he had a lot of books to read in there. There was also a CD player in there, which was nice if I ever wanted to just chill. I loved listening to soft music and reading books.

"Have you found them yet?" he asked when I passed by the living room. He was laying on the floor doing some sit ups and he wasn't wearing a shirt. I paused for a few seconds and watched him. I didn't realize that he had such a nice figure under all that tough guy nonsense. I found myself taking mental pictures of him but then quickly regained my composure.

"No I haven't…and now that I think about it, I took a shower before you kidnapped me last night. So I guess I can stay in my pj's today."

He smirked and then watched me as I walked away and headed for the den. When I got there I explored some of his books and noticed that he had a lot of things there that I liked. I also noticed a row of books there that looked like they came out of my house. That's when I realized where my clothes might have been. I got up and went back to his bedroom and looked at the clothes hanging up. On one side was his clothing and on the other was mine. I was a little shocked to see a row of shoes that also belonged to me. Shaking my head, I pulled out my black sweat suit and then rummaged through the drawer for a pair of panties. I noticed that he picked out a lot of my black panties to bring with us. That pig…he was so trying to get in my pants but I would never let him in.

I grabbed a quick shower and then put my hair up into a messy bun. I then found my way back to the den and continued my search for a book to read. Later on I ended up falling asleep in the den and he picked me up gently and took me back to the bedroom. I really didn't understand why he was being so nice to me but I was really starting to like this side of him.

"Did you have a nice nap?" he asked when I got up and found him out in the garage cleaning his bike.

"Yea I did, thank you." I said.

"No problem sweetness."

"That's a really nice bike Taker. Where did you get it?" I asked.

He froze for a second, "I got it…from my ex."

I nearly gasped, "You were married before?"

"Oh yea I was…to a broad who ruined my life."

I didn't want to ask any more questions because of the irritated look on his face so I changed the subject. "So do you think Rey will fight you at Wrestlemania?"

He looked at me with a little sincerity in his eyes, "Come here."

I hesitated for a second but then decided to go to him. He patted the seat of his motorcycle and I sat down on it. He looked up into my eyes, "Do you want me to be honest?"

I nodded not sure if I wanted to hear what he thought.

"I do think Rey will take my challenge but I don't think he'll do it for you."

"Why do you say that?"

He shrugged, "Just the way he's acting. He knows where I live and yet he has made absolutely no effort to try and save you."

I thought about that for a second, "That's true."

"Now The Rock, he came pass here this morning before you got up, but he only wanted to make sure you were safe."

I didn't know what it was but the way he said that made it sound like it bothered him that The Rock and I were so close.

"Well let's be honest, you did kidnap me in front of the whole world and he is my best friend."

He grunted, "Yea a best friend who wants to screw you badly."

"That's not true! And how would you know any way?"

He looked at me as if I had just told him a flat out lie. "Please Rachel, everyone knows that The Rock wants nothing from you except your virginity."

I gasped, "How do you know I'm a virgin?"

"I have my ways."

I rolled my eyes and then got up to leave, "Well I'm going inside, don't let me hear you bashing my best friend again."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll…I'll…oh nevermind just don't do it!"

With that I turned on my heels and marched straight into the house. I didn't know who he thought he was but there was no way I was going to let him talk bad about my friends. I went into the living room and sat on the couch, thinking hard about when I could escape from him.