Chapter Seven

Mark followed Brooke as she led him to her hotel room, with a passed out drunk Stephanie McMahon cradled in his arms. "You're not taking her back to Paul's room?" Mark asked from behind her. Brooke shook her head, "I don't like the fact that he was feeding her shots all night and just left her at the bar by herself. Not the best first impression if you ask me. I'd rather she stays with me so I know she's safe." Mark nodded, "True. But really Paul is harmless. Nice of you to look out for your friend though." He said as he winked at her. She smiled as she slipped her key card into the door and held it open for Mark.

Mark entered the room and gently placed Stephanie on the bed. "Thank you Mark. It would have been a long walk without you." Brooke said as she took off Stephanie's shoes and pulled the covers over her. Mark smiled, "Happy to help." The two just stood silent for a moment looking into each other's eyes. The chemistry between the two of them was there, without question. However Brooke wasn't quite sure that she was ready to make any type of commitment at this point in her life, and she wasn't one hundred percent sure if Mark was ready either. 'We found each other at the wrong time' Brooke thought to herself. After a minute of awkward silence, Brooke chuckled out loud, "Are you waiting for a tip or something?" She asked playfully. Mark's eyes widened, "So this is how I get treated for helping out a friend? You're just booting me out the door huh? Alright I get it." Mark turned to walk out the door and Brooke's smile grew wider as she could hear him laughing sarcastically under his breath. "Okay, okay" Brooke called after him. He stopped and turned towards her with a grin on his face. "Let me give you that tip, and then you can get the fuck out of my room". Before Mark could shoot back her lips were pressed against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling together. The taste of her was enough to drive Mark insane, he didn't know what it was about this girl but the way she made him feel was something he never experienced before. She made him feel like a teenager, butterflies and all.

She pulled him away from the door and towards the empty bed next to Stephanie's. Mark fell back onto the pillows as Brooke climbed on top of him, never parting from his lips. She was well aware of the fact that the two of them knew very little about each other, but she simply didn't care. She wanted him, so badly that the consequences of it were the last thing on her mind. His hands tangled through her long dark hair and slid down her back. She sat up and unzipped her dress. She then pulled it off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Mark could do nothing but grin as he looked her up and down in nothing but a lace black bra and thong, damn she was sexy. His hand caressed her cheek and slid down her body to her breast. He began massaging them through her bra as she leaned down to kiss him once again, lightly grinding on top of him. Suddenly the two of them heard a loud thump and both their heads shot over towards the door. Brooke then noticed Stephanie on the floor, she rolled off the bed and was stumbling to her feet. She raced towards the bathroom with her hand over her mouth and slammed the door behind her. Once she heard the toiled lid flip open and a sick Stephanie head first in it, she knew that this was going to have to wait. Mark let out a deep sigh and pulled the pillow over his head letting out a deep moan. Brooke smiled at him and patted his chest as she slid off him and walked over to her suit case.

She threw on a pair of white sweatpants and a pink t-shirt and headed to the bathroom to help her friend. She opened the door and crept over to Stephanie. Brooke pulled Stephanie's hair back into a pony tail and rubbed her back as the bile forced its way out. "I'm never fucking drinking Jameson again" she mumbled into the toilet. "I know, I know", Brooke whispered as Stephanie let it all out. Once she was relieved, Brooke pulled Stephanie to her feet and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste from her friend's suitcase. "Here, honey, freshen up. Let me know if you want to hop in the shower- the warm water might make you feel better." Stephanie nodded, "I think I'm going to, I puked in my hair" she said as she leaned over the sink and splashed some cool water on her face. Brooke nodded and smiled, "I'll go grab your shampoo." Brooke left the bathroom to get a couple of things for Stephanie and found Mark sitting over the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up at her when he heard the bathroom door close. "I'm sorry, one second" she whispered to him as she grabbed a bottle of Shampoo and some towels, and took it into the bathroom for Stephanie. Once her friend was taken care of, Brooke plopped next to Mark on the bed. He smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to a tight hug.

"You're an amazing woman, Brooke." Mark said as he kissed her forehead. Brooke laughed, "I think I've tortured you enough today." Mark chuckled, "Nah, I just need a little ice and a cold shower and I'll be good as new." Brooke smiled, "You're a good sport." She kissed his lips, and he lightly ran his fingers through her hair again and stood up. "I'll let you get some sleep. Hopefully I'll see you in the morning?" he asked. Brooke grinned, "I don't know," she said as she stood up next to him. "I'm a pretty busy girl, I mean; I'd have to switch a couple of things around in my schedule. Maybe cancel one of my many breakfast dates and I can try to squeeze you in." Mark cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers once again without saying a word, he couldn't get enough of her. She smiled as he did, and he turned and headed out the door. He certainly knew how to leave her hanging and wanting more, the only problem is he did the same to himself. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, wrap her in his arms and carry her off to his room so there would be no interruptions. But he had to be patient, tonight was clearly not the night. "Damn cold showers…" he thought to himself as he headed to the elevator.