When Eric walked into the GM office the next week he saw Stephanie sitting at her desk, she seemed fairly distracted by the piece of paper in front of her.

She looked up when she felt the presence of someone staring at her, "Hello Eric," she sighed.

"Hi..Stephanie..," he said a little nervously, worrying that somehow she saw right through him.

She went back to reading but looked up again and saw him still looking at her with a nervous expression on his face, "is there something I can help you with Eric or are you just going to stare at me all day?"

Eric snapped out if it then said, "I wasn't staring at you princess, don't flatter yourself! I was just... observing what it was you were looking at! It could be an important document that you weren't going to inform me about!," he looked around the room now a little anxious it seemed.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're acting differently..," she observed his behavior, trying to think of reasons why he'd be acting so strange.

'It could be that I'm in love with you and you just don't see it, but that would be crazy right? It has to be. I'm not in love with you, I can't be, you're supposed to be my enemy. Plus you're a McMahon, you'd never feel that way about-' Eric continued these thoughts in his head then stopped when he realized the young McMahon was looking at him in a confused manner.

He gulped a little then went back to his desk and sat down, looking at the papers placed in front of him about the upcoming matches and possible contracts, but he couldn't help but glance over at Stephanie now and then and try to figure out what his dream really meant, cause it's impossible for him to be in love with someone he hated, wasn't it?

'You don't hate her, you never did,' he thought to himself, trying to review over the years battling with the princess when she was the GM of Smackdown. Making wisecracks at her, rubbing it in if he were to sign someone she could'nt, or just appearing to try and make the moves on her, it didn't matter what he was doing, he was getting more out it then he thought he would.

It wasn't long till Shawn Michaels walked in the room, a huge grin upon his face as he strutted over to Stephanie McMahon's desk.

Stephanie smiled and stood up, shaking Shawn's hand firmly then letting go, "Hello Shawn, what can I do for you?," she then sat back down and looked up at him.

He leaned over her desk and looked from Bischoff to Stephanie a few times then whispered something in Stephanie's ear causing her to giggle softly.

Eric was extremely jealous, he stood up and walked over to Stephanie and Shawn, "I suggest if you have something to say to the CO GM you should say it to me as well," he folded one hand over the other and waited.

Shawn and Stephanie exchanged glances then Shawn said, "Not that it's any of your business Eric, but I just told Stephanie that I went into Evolution's locker room looking for Hunter and found hand lotion and the newest RAW Magazine with Stephanie on the cover next to it. It seems someone in Evolution is shaking hands with Benjamin Franklin thinking about the princess here," Shawn said before the both of them cracked up, Eric keeping a straight face on.

Eric's cheeks turned slightly red after hearing that and realizing he was no better then whoever it was in Evolution that was fantasizing about Stephanie. He brushed off the conversation and cleared his throat, "Shawn, if you're not here to request a match...I suggest you leave."

"Calm down Bisch, I'm here to request a match," he smirked his usual cocky smirk, "I want a match with Kane. After what he did to me, I think I deserve a match against him in say a ... cage match?," he grinned.

"Name the time and place Shawn," Stephanie said standing up and walking to the front of her desk, leaning against it while looking at Shawn.

"How about - tonight? Tonight is very good for me," he said, then looked over Stephanie a bit, he realized just how lucky of a man HHH was when he had her, she was a very good looking woman.

Eric noticed this and said, "Tonight isn't good for me though. Unforgiven is better for me Shawn, until then, you can't go within 50 feet of Kane or I will give Kane a different opponent," Eric smirked in a cocky way this time, leaving Shawn angry.

"Fine. I'll wait till then, but I demand a match tonight," he sneered at Eric.

Stephanie walked up to Shawn and put her hand on his chest, leading him out toward the door so nothing heated up between Eric and Shawn and someone got hurt, most likely, Eric.

"How about you face Randy Orton tonight as a warm up match Shawn? That would be perfect, you vs Randy Orton tonight, on RAW! Good luck Shawn!," she smiled as they both stood in the doorway.

Shawn winked, "Thanks Stephanie," then walked down the hallway whistling his theme song to himself.

Stephanie shut the door and sighed then walked toward her desk, Eric walked up to her and grabbed her by the arm, " What the hell do you think you're doing? I didn't okay that match Steph!," he was obviously furious.

Stephanie escaped his hold and sneered at him, "You don't have to okay anything except main events and tonight's main event is HHH vs Benoit, remember? Don't be such a prick Eric," she tried to walk passed him but he grabbed her and pulled her toward him, she tried to fight him off, "Let me go Eric, let me go right now!," she screamed, preparing herself to slap him at any moment.

Eric then did something that was very familia to Stephanie, since he had done it before at the Halloween party when she was the General Manager of Smackdown. Pressing his lips tightly against hers Stephanie struggled as much as she could but his grip was very firm on her arms. He dragged her down to the couch with him and tried to grab her breasts, but she kicked and hit her way out of his grasp finally and stood up, smoothing out her clothes.

"What..the hell..was that?," she was shocked and appalled by his actions.

Eric sat up and wiped the light pink lipstick he kissed off of Stephanie's lips on his cheek, looking at Stephanie with confusion and fear in his eyes.

"Well?!," she demanded an answer.

He stood up and walked over to her, he tried to reach out but she backed away, "Don't..touch me," she seemed frightened.

"I didn't mean to-," he started to say, "I just wanted.."

"What Eric? What did you want?," she said in a cocky tone, "Make your move? Get me to shut up? What was it?!," her voice became a little high pitched from yelling at him.

Eric stood there speechless for a moment, he had no idea what he had done. He thought with his dick instead of his head and now he was in a very uncomfortable situation.

They both stood there, speechless. Neither of them knowing what to do about what just happened or what to say to make things less awkward.