**Everyone I would love a round of applause! I FINALLY got my FIRST FLAME!!
YAY! After ALL the stories I've written, this is the ONLY time I've gotten
a bad review! So Christina, thank you! I needed one.
But Christina, Chyna is out of wrestling and I don't like her so I'm not even going to attempt to write about her. That's really all I have to say about that.
Litaslilsis, I e-mailed you and told you about the rest. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!
Deb, patience! I'm getting around to Shane's file. He just had so much stuff on his mind he forgot about it (ok so maybe I'm talking about myself here LOL!) I'll get to it this chapter. Thank you!
Louis, I'm glad you liked the Chris part. I found myself laughing out loud as I typed it.
Ok everyone, I was rereading this and I noticed a typo. I originally said Jenny had brown hair but in one chapter I said she had blonde. She has brown hair and brown eyes. Even though she has a killer body I needed to make her somewhat different.
ENOUGH RAMBLING!**
I open my office door a little and I hear a woman talking on the phone. Not just any woman, Jenny.
"Mr. McMahon please let me explain." She says lowly like she's scared of being caught. "Please! It's about Shane, did you know he was in the hospital for exhaustion?" She pauses. "He's trying so hard to beat the WWE, Mr. McMahon he's craving your-"
"Jenny!" I yell as I throw open my door. She gasps and jumps up.
"Mr. McMahon!"
"Gimme that!" I yell as I cross the room in long strides. I snatch the phone from her and slam it down on the receiver. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I scream and get in her face. She leans down on the desk.
"Mmmr. McMahon." She stutters and starts to cry.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" I scream. She nervously looks into my chocolate eyes as tears flow out of her beautiful brown eyes.
"I, I, I,"
"Shut up!" I scream and push her down on the desk. She lets out a high pitched shriek. Chris comes running in. He stops about halfway through the room.
I try to imagine the scene. Jenny's laying on my desk hysterically screaming and crying and I'm leaning over her with the most pissed off expression and my hands gently on her neck. But from Chris's point of view he can't see that they're not roughly on her.
I gasp and back away from her. She sits up and looks shocked.
"I'm sorry." I gasp and I try to run out but Chris grabs my arm.
"Unless that was rough sex I interrupted, I want a complete, credible explanation." He says. Jenny swings her legs over the desk so she's facing us. She lifts her shaking hand to wipe her smudged make-up.
I stand there dumbfounded. I don't know what to say. What did just happen? I don't know.
"Chris it was my fault." Jenny says and slides off my desk. I give her a confused look. "You see I came in here screaming and I slapped him, twice. He was only trying to get me off him, right Shane?" She asks. She and Chris stare at me. I have to agree.
"Yes." I say unconvincingly. Chris shrugs.
"Whatever I'm going to my dressing room." Chris says and walks out. I look at Jen. She's fixing the papers on my desk that I made her mess up.
"Jenny I'm sorry." I say and put my hand on her shoulder. She jerks a little. I snap my hand off.
"Shane it's ok. It's all resolved." She says, not looking at me.
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"But, I almost, I totally snapped."
"It's ok Shane. I don't want to talk about it."
"What if I do it again?"
"I'll ignore it again."
"Why?" I ask and make her look into my eyes. She holds the look for a few seconds then breaks it.
"Just because! I'm sorry for calling your father."
"That's fine."
"I really am sorry."
"It's ok Jenny. I'm the one who should be sorry. And I am."
"It's fine. I have to go run these papers off." Jenny says and walks out of my room with a stack of papers. I stare at the door. Why am I losing my mind?
But Christina, Chyna is out of wrestling and I don't like her so I'm not even going to attempt to write about her. That's really all I have to say about that.
Litaslilsis, I e-mailed you and told you about the rest. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!
Deb, patience! I'm getting around to Shane's file. He just had so much stuff on his mind he forgot about it (ok so maybe I'm talking about myself here LOL!) I'll get to it this chapter. Thank you!
Louis, I'm glad you liked the Chris part. I found myself laughing out loud as I typed it.
Ok everyone, I was rereading this and I noticed a typo. I originally said Jenny had brown hair but in one chapter I said she had blonde. She has brown hair and brown eyes. Even though she has a killer body I needed to make her somewhat different.
ENOUGH RAMBLING!**
I open my office door a little and I hear a woman talking on the phone. Not just any woman, Jenny.
"Mr. McMahon please let me explain." She says lowly like she's scared of being caught. "Please! It's about Shane, did you know he was in the hospital for exhaustion?" She pauses. "He's trying so hard to beat the WWE, Mr. McMahon he's craving your-"
"Jenny!" I yell as I throw open my door. She gasps and jumps up.
"Mr. McMahon!"
"Gimme that!" I yell as I cross the room in long strides. I snatch the phone from her and slam it down on the receiver. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I scream and get in her face. She leans down on the desk.
"Mmmr. McMahon." She stutters and starts to cry.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" I scream. She nervously looks into my chocolate eyes as tears flow out of her beautiful brown eyes.
"I, I, I,"
"Shut up!" I scream and push her down on the desk. She lets out a high pitched shriek. Chris comes running in. He stops about halfway through the room.
I try to imagine the scene. Jenny's laying on my desk hysterically screaming and crying and I'm leaning over her with the most pissed off expression and my hands gently on her neck. But from Chris's point of view he can't see that they're not roughly on her.
I gasp and back away from her. She sits up and looks shocked.
"I'm sorry." I gasp and I try to run out but Chris grabs my arm.
"Unless that was rough sex I interrupted, I want a complete, credible explanation." He says. Jenny swings her legs over the desk so she's facing us. She lifts her shaking hand to wipe her smudged make-up.
I stand there dumbfounded. I don't know what to say. What did just happen? I don't know.
"Chris it was my fault." Jenny says and slides off my desk. I give her a confused look. "You see I came in here screaming and I slapped him, twice. He was only trying to get me off him, right Shane?" She asks. She and Chris stare at me. I have to agree.
"Yes." I say unconvincingly. Chris shrugs.
"Whatever I'm going to my dressing room." Chris says and walks out. I look at Jen. She's fixing the papers on my desk that I made her mess up.
"Jenny I'm sorry." I say and put my hand on her shoulder. She jerks a little. I snap my hand off.
"Shane it's ok. It's all resolved." She says, not looking at me.
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"But, I almost, I totally snapped."
"It's ok Shane. I don't want to talk about it."
"What if I do it again?"
"I'll ignore it again."
"Why?" I ask and make her look into my eyes. She holds the look for a few seconds then breaks it.
"Just because! I'm sorry for calling your father."
"That's fine."
"I really am sorry."
"It's ok Jenny. I'm the one who should be sorry. And I am."
"It's fine. I have to go run these papers off." Jenny says and walks out of my room with a stack of papers. I stare at the door. Why am I losing my mind?