Chapter Eleven

An hour later

"Well, I hate to break it to you, Princess, but I think you've been stood up tonight."

Without even bothering to conceal her look of shock at the comment, Stephanie opened her mouth to ask Chris how he knew that. But before she could get the words pass her tongue, the older man continued with: "Wasn't Amy supposed to be here almost an hour ago?"

Shit! That's right..she was.

Having almost forgotten that the younger woman was supposed to be meeting them at the restaurant right now caused Stephanie to state that fact out-loud; afterwords commenting that she hoped her friend was okay before pulling out her cell-phone to check and see if she had any missed calls.

"She texted me a half-n-hour ago saying that she went to the wrong restaurant and was wondering if I was okay...I wonder why she didn't just call first."

After taking a small sip from his third glass of gin and tonic, Chris shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance before replying: "She probably didn't want to face the wrath of one very pissed off Stephanie McMahon. I would have sent a text too if I was late for a meeting with you."

While texting Amy back saying that she was fine and didn't need for the red head to come after all-seeing as how Keith never showed up-Stephanie asked if Chris really thought she was all that bad.

"Mm..." Chris began, pretending to think about it for a second, before slightly chuckling and shaking his head in amusement. "Don't get me wrong...on screen you can be a real bitch sometimes. But off-camera...? I think you'd have to be really pissed off at someone to let them have it. You're a real big softy under all that makeup, Princess. I can tell."

Not wanting to admit that what Chris was saying was somewhat true, caused Stephanie to wait until she had put her phone back in her purse before raising an eyebrow in amusement; matching her friend's smile with one of her own. "Okay, Mr-know-it-all, since you've got me all figured out. Why don't you start telling me about yourself...? Is Mr. Irvine anything like his on screen personality Chris Jericho? Or is he really just a sweetheart under all that hair...oh, that's right. You don't have any hair now, do you...? My bad."

Even though he was trying with all his might not to laugh at that comment, Chris couldn't help but let a small chuckle slip out of the corner of his mouth.

Brains, beauty and a sense of humor...I still don't know how Paul could have let this one slip away from him.

With that being his last thought on the subject, Chris turned his attention back to the question Stephanie had just asked him. "Somewhat...I'm not as cocky or arrogant as I pretend to be on TV. But there is one thing both me and Jericho have in common."

After waiting a second to see if Chris would continue on with this statement, but to no avail, Stephanie replied: "Okay..I'll bite...and what, pray-tell, is that?"

Knowing that he had-had his fair share of alcohol tonight-which for him was known to be a truth serum-caused Chris to pause for a second wondering if he should just stop while he was ahead. But after another couple seconds of studying Stephanie's curious gaze, he found himself answering the younger woman's question out-loud: "When we really want something, we don't stop our pursuit until we get it."

There! I said it...no taking it back now.

While not removing his gaze from Stephanie's, Chris finished off the remaining contents that was left in his cup. Afterwords, he waited for the next question that he knew was going to be asked.

"And what exactly is it that you want right now...? And please don't say another shot at the Intercontinental Championship belt cause I have someone else lined up for that one right now."

After slightly chuckling at this comment, Chris blurted out the first thing that came to mind when thinking about what he really wanted right now:

"You."

The next morning

The beautiful people, the beautiful people...it's all relative to the size of your steeple...the beautiful people, the beautiful people...

Not this shit again...! I swear I'm going to kill this kid, Chris thought to himself; while trying to block out the high pitched music that had woken him up out of his sleep.

Unfortunately though as the music continued to play, the same verse over and over again, he realized it wasn't Jeff playing his Marilyn Manson CD that was stirring him from his slumber, but his own ringing cell-phone.

"For the love of God, will someone please shut that damn thing off right now!"

"That's what I'm trying to do," Chris mumbled to himself, still half asleep. But just as his hand reached over to grab his still ringing cell-phone off his hotel room's night stand, two things entered his mind at the moment.

The first one being that he wasn't in his hotel room right now and the second thing being that he wasn't alone either right now.

What the..?

Forgetting what he was just about to do, Chris quickly turned around and almost swallowed his tongue at seeing who was lying next to him at the moment...completely naked.

"Stephanie..?"

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