"Hey guys! I didn't know you came here, too!"
The sound of Jeff Hardy's voice rang loud in the night air and Jade pulled back from Eric's embrace faster than lightning. "Jeff! Hi! I didn't know you came here, either!"
"Oh, it's not just me," Jeff replied. "Shawn! Goldie! Booker! Chris! Move it! I've found a friend!"
"Oh, no," Jade heard Eric whisper and she smiled. The excitement of doing something and the thrill of possibly getting caught was exhilarating. She loved it. And before she had time to think about it any more, four more Raw superstars piled down underneath the bridge. Goldust, Booker T and Chris Jericho tried to sit on the bench between Jade and Eric and Jeff stood, hovering above them. Jade couldn't help but notice the funny look that Shawn Michaels was giving Eric.
"Eric, could I talk to you for a second?" Shawn said, motioning for Eric to step out beside the bridge. Eric nodded quickly, running his hand through his hair. He gave Jade a look and stood up, causing the four superstars to collapse on the bench, on top of Jade. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but join in on their giggling and laughing fit.
"Not meeting her, huh? Not going to see her, huh? What is this, Eric?" Fury raged in Shawn's eyes as he confronted the General Manager. To him, Eric resembled a dog that had gotten caught with his nose in the garbage. If Eric had a tail, Shawn was sure it would be between his legs right now.
"Look, Shawn, not that it's any of your business, but yes, I did go to meet her. And yes, we are getting along better than we were before. But that's none of your concern, thank you very much. Now if you don't mind, get your clowns out of here and leave us alone!"
Eric had read up on Shawn Michaels for years. He knew that the man barely had a mean bone in his body. Surprise filled his body when Shawn grabbed him and threw him up against the side of the bridge on the outside. "You're married, Eric," he hissed. "Not that I give a damn. But I will not stand by and watch as Jade becomes a mistress to you and your sick, twisted ways. Not that I want your wife to get hurt, but Jade won't get hurt, either. Not on my watch." He dropped Eric back down to the ground, leaving him stunned by the unbelievable action. Shawn began to back away, still staring hard into Eric's eyes. "I told you not to get sucked into it, Bischoff. I told you so. But Jade will not pay for your mistakes." With that he turned on his heels and stormed off into the night.
Eric ran his hand through his hair. Anger filled his mind, but he knew that if he didn't return to the others soon, talk would be flying. And sure enough when he entered under the bridge again, Goldust was up, imitating Eric and Shawn. "Oh, Eric, behave! Don't touch me there! Be nice on our private time!" he cried in a mock tone, leaving Booker T, Jericho and Jeff in hysterics. Jade merely smiled until she saw Eric's return. Immediately sensing that something was wrong, she jumped up and ran towards him, causing the others to look their way.
"What was that all about?" she asked quietly, her back to the onlookers. Eric simply shook his head and indicated that they should leave. Jade nodded and turned back to the amazed superstars.
"Where did Shawn go?" Jeff asked, curiosity filling his voice.
"He went back to the hotel," Eric said, lying through his teeth. "He said he had a headache and to tell you guys sorry."
Jeff's eyes narrowed in suspicion but he accepted the answer. "I'm going back now, guys. I'm getting tired and it's been a long night. Maybe you guys should get back, too," she suggested.
"No way, man, I'm hanging out here for awhile," Jericho said, planting his feet firmly under the bench. "I ain't leaving for no one."
"Well, I'm out, guys," Booker said, standing. Jeff and Goldust followed his lead and they headed up the hill, saying the goodnights to Jade and Eric.
"Don't leave me here, guys!" Jericho cried and jumped up to follow his friends. Jade couldn't help but laugh at his desperate attempt to remain un-frightened in the dark night. Together, they began to climb the hill, mentally noting to go a different way back than the others.
Ten minutes had passed before the first word was spoken. "Eric, what happened back there?"
"With Shawn? Ah, he just wanted to complain about something that I told him the other day."
"No. I meant with you and me."
"Oh."
Quietly they walked through the streets, Eric looking at the ground and Jade gazing into the stars above. When Eric didn't answer, she asked the question again.
"I don't know, Jade," he replied honestly. "Well, I mean, I know what it was, but I don't know why it happened, or how. Or what it means. I wish I did, but I don't. Sometimes I just don't have the answers to everything."
"Amazing. In one night I learn of several different pieces of evidence that you really are human," Jade joked, but Eric remained sombre. "That was a joke, Eric," she prompted, triggering a small smile out of him.
They walked back to the hotel in silence, only the sound of each other's breathing being heard. When they reached the hotel's front door, Jade stopped short. "Damn it," she muttered.
"What?"
"Rob has my room key," she replied, digging in her pockets. "He was holding onto it for me while we did the show. He never gave it back to me."
Eric sighed. "Well go to his room and get it. I'll go with you."
Jade gave him a funny look. "Yeah, okay. Good plan, Eric. We show up at Rob Van Dam's door at four-thirty in the morning, together, not to mention, asking for my room key. Rob's not stupid. He's gonna know something's up. Geez, Eric, just when I think you're actually smart, you go and say a thing like that."
Eric barely heard the insult, for he was trying to resist the urge to invite her to stay in his room. Not a good idea, screamed that voice from inside. But what else can I do? Eric asked himself. Let her sleep outside?
"Would you like to stay in my room for the night?"
For a brief moment, Eric thought he saw doubt in Jade's eyes, but he figured he could have mistaken it for delight. She was the one who kissed him. But you're the one who kissed her back, the voice nagged.
"If you don't mind, Eric. I really didn't feel like sleeping outside."
Like you read my mind, he thought. "I wouldn't let you do that," he said. "You could have always slept in the hallway."
"Hahaha," she said, punching him playfully.
Once inside his room, Eric went to the bed and moved his stuff to the floor. "I'll sleep here and you take the bed."
"We have a little problem."
"What now?"
"I can't sleep in these clothes. I need my bedclothes."
Eric rolled his eyes. Going to his bag, he plucked out a t-shirt and threw it at her. "Change in the bathroom. And hurry, I'm tired."
She headed in the direction of the bathroom, muttering to herself. "You sure do get crabby when you're tired." Eric nodded to himself and continued making his bed. Moments later, she returned, carrying her clothes in a pile which she threw on the floor on the other side of the bed. Eric couldn't help but notice that the shirt came no lower than her mid-thighs. She stood before him, almost as if taunting him.
"Are you going to be okay on the floor?" she asked, watching him struggle with the blankets.
"What other choice do we have?" he snapped.
Half an hour later, they both lay in bed, neither one feeling the need for sleep. Oh, this is good, Eric thought to himself. I'm lying in bed with the woman I truly love, my boss's daughter. I'm highly attracted to her and she's wearing nothing but my skimpy t-shirt. It's dark and she kissed me tonight. This is a good setting.
The sound of Jeff Hardy's voice rang loud in the night air and Jade pulled back from Eric's embrace faster than lightning. "Jeff! Hi! I didn't know you came here, either!"
"Oh, it's not just me," Jeff replied. "Shawn! Goldie! Booker! Chris! Move it! I've found a friend!"
"Oh, no," Jade heard Eric whisper and she smiled. The excitement of doing something and the thrill of possibly getting caught was exhilarating. She loved it. And before she had time to think about it any more, four more Raw superstars piled down underneath the bridge. Goldust, Booker T and Chris Jericho tried to sit on the bench between Jade and Eric and Jeff stood, hovering above them. Jade couldn't help but notice the funny look that Shawn Michaels was giving Eric.
"Eric, could I talk to you for a second?" Shawn said, motioning for Eric to step out beside the bridge. Eric nodded quickly, running his hand through his hair. He gave Jade a look and stood up, causing the four superstars to collapse on the bench, on top of Jade. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but join in on their giggling and laughing fit.
"Not meeting her, huh? Not going to see her, huh? What is this, Eric?" Fury raged in Shawn's eyes as he confronted the General Manager. To him, Eric resembled a dog that had gotten caught with his nose in the garbage. If Eric had a tail, Shawn was sure it would be between his legs right now.
"Look, Shawn, not that it's any of your business, but yes, I did go to meet her. And yes, we are getting along better than we were before. But that's none of your concern, thank you very much. Now if you don't mind, get your clowns out of here and leave us alone!"
Eric had read up on Shawn Michaels for years. He knew that the man barely had a mean bone in his body. Surprise filled his body when Shawn grabbed him and threw him up against the side of the bridge on the outside. "You're married, Eric," he hissed. "Not that I give a damn. But I will not stand by and watch as Jade becomes a mistress to you and your sick, twisted ways. Not that I want your wife to get hurt, but Jade won't get hurt, either. Not on my watch." He dropped Eric back down to the ground, leaving him stunned by the unbelievable action. Shawn began to back away, still staring hard into Eric's eyes. "I told you not to get sucked into it, Bischoff. I told you so. But Jade will not pay for your mistakes." With that he turned on his heels and stormed off into the night.
Eric ran his hand through his hair. Anger filled his mind, but he knew that if he didn't return to the others soon, talk would be flying. And sure enough when he entered under the bridge again, Goldust was up, imitating Eric and Shawn. "Oh, Eric, behave! Don't touch me there! Be nice on our private time!" he cried in a mock tone, leaving Booker T, Jericho and Jeff in hysterics. Jade merely smiled until she saw Eric's return. Immediately sensing that something was wrong, she jumped up and ran towards him, causing the others to look their way.
"What was that all about?" she asked quietly, her back to the onlookers. Eric simply shook his head and indicated that they should leave. Jade nodded and turned back to the amazed superstars.
"Where did Shawn go?" Jeff asked, curiosity filling his voice.
"He went back to the hotel," Eric said, lying through his teeth. "He said he had a headache and to tell you guys sorry."
Jeff's eyes narrowed in suspicion but he accepted the answer. "I'm going back now, guys. I'm getting tired and it's been a long night. Maybe you guys should get back, too," she suggested.
"No way, man, I'm hanging out here for awhile," Jericho said, planting his feet firmly under the bench. "I ain't leaving for no one."
"Well, I'm out, guys," Booker said, standing. Jeff and Goldust followed his lead and they headed up the hill, saying the goodnights to Jade and Eric.
"Don't leave me here, guys!" Jericho cried and jumped up to follow his friends. Jade couldn't help but laugh at his desperate attempt to remain un-frightened in the dark night. Together, they began to climb the hill, mentally noting to go a different way back than the others.
Ten minutes had passed before the first word was spoken. "Eric, what happened back there?"
"With Shawn? Ah, he just wanted to complain about something that I told him the other day."
"No. I meant with you and me."
"Oh."
Quietly they walked through the streets, Eric looking at the ground and Jade gazing into the stars above. When Eric didn't answer, she asked the question again.
"I don't know, Jade," he replied honestly. "Well, I mean, I know what it was, but I don't know why it happened, or how. Or what it means. I wish I did, but I don't. Sometimes I just don't have the answers to everything."
"Amazing. In one night I learn of several different pieces of evidence that you really are human," Jade joked, but Eric remained sombre. "That was a joke, Eric," she prompted, triggering a small smile out of him.
They walked back to the hotel in silence, only the sound of each other's breathing being heard. When they reached the hotel's front door, Jade stopped short. "Damn it," she muttered.
"What?"
"Rob has my room key," she replied, digging in her pockets. "He was holding onto it for me while we did the show. He never gave it back to me."
Eric sighed. "Well go to his room and get it. I'll go with you."
Jade gave him a funny look. "Yeah, okay. Good plan, Eric. We show up at Rob Van Dam's door at four-thirty in the morning, together, not to mention, asking for my room key. Rob's not stupid. He's gonna know something's up. Geez, Eric, just when I think you're actually smart, you go and say a thing like that."
Eric barely heard the insult, for he was trying to resist the urge to invite her to stay in his room. Not a good idea, screamed that voice from inside. But what else can I do? Eric asked himself. Let her sleep outside?
"Would you like to stay in my room for the night?"
For a brief moment, Eric thought he saw doubt in Jade's eyes, but he figured he could have mistaken it for delight. She was the one who kissed him. But you're the one who kissed her back, the voice nagged.
"If you don't mind, Eric. I really didn't feel like sleeping outside."
Like you read my mind, he thought. "I wouldn't let you do that," he said. "You could have always slept in the hallway."
"Hahaha," she said, punching him playfully.
Once inside his room, Eric went to the bed and moved his stuff to the floor. "I'll sleep here and you take the bed."
"We have a little problem."
"What now?"
"I can't sleep in these clothes. I need my bedclothes."
Eric rolled his eyes. Going to his bag, he plucked out a t-shirt and threw it at her. "Change in the bathroom. And hurry, I'm tired."
She headed in the direction of the bathroom, muttering to herself. "You sure do get crabby when you're tired." Eric nodded to himself and continued making his bed. Moments later, she returned, carrying her clothes in a pile which she threw on the floor on the other side of the bed. Eric couldn't help but notice that the shirt came no lower than her mid-thighs. She stood before him, almost as if taunting him.
"Are you going to be okay on the floor?" she asked, watching him struggle with the blankets.
"What other choice do we have?" he snapped.
Half an hour later, they both lay in bed, neither one feeling the need for sleep. Oh, this is good, Eric thought to himself. I'm lying in bed with the woman I truly love, my boss's daughter. I'm highly attracted to her and she's wearing nothing but my skimpy t-shirt. It's dark and she kissed me tonight. This is a good setting.