Stephanie stood there in the doorway, not about to let Chris get the one over on her. She was still pissed about what he'd tried to pull, and she wasn't going to give into him that easily. She folded her arms as she glared at him, her face an impassive mask. Who did he think he was? Did he really think she was just going to go into his room and not bring up his little joke? She wanted to bash his brains in right now.
"Well, aren't you going to sit down?" Chris smirked as he patted the spot next to him on the bed.
"No," she snapped at him.
"You sure? You could make yourself comfortable. I have a feeling that's what you were doing before I came in here," he raised his eyebrows suggestively. Then he leaned back and rested his head on his pillow. "Mmm, smells like you."
"Stop being an asshole," she told, not moving from her position in the doorway.
"Now what could you have possibly been proposing storyline-wise while lying in the middle of my bed?" he pretended to ponder, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I mean, there was that affair storyline I proposed a long time ago, the one your ex-husband had such a problem with…could you want to bring that back?"
"I don't want to bring anything back," Stephanie sniped. "How could you just go on and on with Barbie when you knew I was here the entire time?"
"Because it was more fun that way," Chris told her, folding his arms behind his head and leaning against the headboard. "What did you think I was going to do, Stephanie? Invite Barbie in here, act surprised to find you and then…well, I'll let your imagination go where it wants."
"Gross, you're disgusting," Stephanie told him, not even sure where the anger was coming from. It might be from the sickly sweet words he told Barbie that made her want to puke. Yes, she decided, it was from that. "Like I would want anything to do with her...or you for that matter."
"Seems like you did, what with trying to bribe your way in here." Stephanie knew Chris had her where he wanted her, but she didn't want to give in so easily. "I mean, that seems to say you really, really wanted to be inside my…room."
"I wanted to talk to you," she countered, but she knew before she even said it that it sounded flimsy.
"You could have just, oh, I don't know, asked me if we could talk," Chris told her, "but you, Stephanie, you like the hard way, don't you? You like to do things in your own time, under your own rules. I know you, I know what you like, I know how you think, and in fact, I think I know you better than you know yourself sometimes."
"Oh come off it, Jericho," she shook her head, "now you're just talking out of your ass. I'm going. I don't have time for this shit. I don't have time to deal with you either, so why don't you go running back to that little whore, Barbie, and fuck her brains out like I know you want to."
She wasn't even sure what he wanted to do, but she was angry that he could read her. She kept herself so closely guarded so to be called out like she was infuriated her. She turned to walk out of the room, but before she could make it to the door, Chris scrambled out of bed to get in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks, hoping to bore two holes into his face so he'd leave her the hell alone. Of course, this was real life, so she was not afforded such super powers.
"She's too easy," Chris chuckled. "If I told her to get naked right this second, she'd be undressed before I could blink. She's more than willing to get down on her knees."
"What? Know from experience?" Stephanie asked sarcastically.
"Do you really think…" he stepped closer to her, his eyes keeping contact with hers, "that I would let that girl's mouth anywhere near any part of my body where I don't have teeth?"
"How should I know what you do with your time?" Stephanie shrugged. "I mean, who knows, you could want to fuck her right now."
"Like I said, too easy. I've gone down the easy route before, and there's never any challenge. Sure, it's nice to know you can get a girl's panties to drop without a second glance, but there's no challenge in it. There's no fight to them," he was still walking closer to her. She stood her ground, not intimidated by this man. If anything, this man should be intimidated by her.
"Oh come on, do you mean to tell me you haven't taken advantage of some girls along the way?" she scoffed, not believing he hadn't used his looks to his advantage at some point. She rolled her eyes, and when they focused again, he was now in front of her.
"Oh, I'm not going to say that, never did really, but those aren't the girls you do anything with. Those are the kind of girls you kiss in the morning, thank for a good night, and then leave behind for good. Those are not the type of girls who make you think, who make you fight for what you want, who think they can get one over on you when they really can't. I like those kinds of girls, you've got to work for it, but then you can make them work for you."
His eyes raked over her entire body, and she could feel him undressing her with his eyes. She could see where this was leading and some of her anger dissipated, but only a little. She was still sore about him trying to make her look like an idiot, but when his eyes paused on her cleavage, practically devouring them with his cool blue eyes, his tongue just peeking out the side of his mouth while he licked his lips, she could hardly think about her anger.
"Really? And how would you make them work for you?" she asked him, putting that aforementioned challenge into the equation.
"By having them wait in your hotel room in what I suspect is something very, very sexy," he told her, now right in front of her. He leaned in until his lips were just a breath away from her own, her hair fluttering back softly with every exhalation of his breath. She trained her eyes on his lips, and she expected the kiss. She wanted the kiss, and just when she thought he was going to lean in and kiss her, he pulled back, "Do you know anyone like that?"
"Shut up," she hissed softly.
"And do what?"
"Just shut up," she repeated herself.
"I don't think you want me to shut up. You act like I haven't know what you're doing, like I haven't known from the very beginning. Oh, you tried to play it off like you were some coy, angelic girl, but I knew better. I knew it was all just an act. What do you take me for, Stephanie? Then the Barbie stuff, oh, it was inspired, I tell you, but I think I got under your skin."
"You think you're so smart, don't you?" Stephanie asked. "But if I don't want anything from you, then you look like the idiot."
"I don't think I look like an idiot, but I'd like to see what you look like," he told her. "I think the game has run its course, don't you think? I mean, I think we can both agree that I won."
"Won, you didn't win, you're the one who wants me and I can be the one who withholds what you want."
"No you won't, you wouldn't have come here if you wanted to withhold anything. You wouldn't have been waiting on my bed if you weren't planning something in that pretty, little head of yours."
"Pretty?" she said, biting her lip ever so softly. She might be a conniving bitch, but nobody could ever turn down being called pretty. It was flattering, no matter who it came from.
"You know you're pretty, don't act like that's not a compliment you've gotten a million times," he chastised her. He winked at her though, and she felt herself melt just a tiny bit, but only a tiny bit because she wasn't going to give in so easily.
She would have stuck with that if Chris's hand didn't come up to her shoulder and start brushing her hair out of the way. He slowly nudged at her top, letting it slide across her shoulder, the fabric bunching at the precipice between her shoulder and her arm, until the fabric could no longer hold and fell off her shoulder, revealing her dark blue bra strap.
"A girl can never get enough compliments," she told him, not bothering to push her shirt back up.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Chris asked, letting his fingers tug under the bra strap. "I wonder where this leads…I mean, I could look, if someone is willing to give up. All you have to do is say the word, Steph."
"You say the word," she told him, now taking the time to push away his hand and push her shirt up.
"I don't think I am," he told her, "but I'm sure that we have some time. I could show you the finer points of what you're missing out on. Yet…where would be the fun in giving you the reward before you've really done anything to earn it."
"You're a goddamn tease, you know that."
"Says the woman who…oh, I don't know, tried to feel me up by accident as you tried to say you were," Chris scoffed. "Get off it, Stephanie, you are just as culpable as I am. I mean, we even both left people in our wake. I think poor Mike is still crying over a beer from what you did to him."
Stephanie let out a grunt, "He couldn't keep up with me."
"I could," Chris said, now going to the hem of her blouse and pulling it up slightly, his left hand letting go of the fabric to run across her soft stomach, his index finger circling around her belly button. She felt a shudder go through her as he caressed her suddenly sensitive skin.
"You have Barbie still," she reminded him.
"Minor detail," he shrugged her off. "She's nothing to me, but you could be something. You think I haven't noticed you before this, Steph? You've got to be kidding me if you think I haven't noticed you. You didn't need to go through all this trouble for me. You could have just asked me to fuck you."
"Where's the fun in that?" Stephanie asked him. "You just said you liked a challenge, and doesn't that make me all the more worth it."
They both had silently, and mutually, given up the pretense that this was a game. They wanted one another, and they were going to have one another. Chris's hands lifted her top up and off, leaving her only in her bra. He stared down at her lasciviously, his hands skimming her stomach before coming up to test the weight of her breasts. His thumbs rolled over the dark lace that encapsulated her enhancements.
"Was this for me?" he asked as he ran his hands over the bra itself.
"I wasn't wearing them for Paul, that's for damn sure," she told him, watching as he appreciated her.
"I suppose if I do this," he started to unbutton her pants, "that I'd find something matching underneath?"
"Oh, I don't know, Chris, I think you'll just have to find that out yourself, I'm not one to give in so easily."
He unbuttoned the last button, letting the fly lie open as her pants dropped a few centimeters off her waist. He shifted his hands to her sides and smoothly brought his hands down, slipping them fingers first into her waistband, letting the fabric fall a little more, revealing the matching underwear, a pair of navy blue, lace cheeky style underwear. He raised and eyebrow at how it hugged her tightly like a second skin. He pulled back half a step to take in the full picture appreciatively. He obviously liked what he saw. He looked back up into her eyes and smirked that damned smirk of his.
"By the end of the night, I'm going to make sure you are."