Eric woke up the next morning with a horrible headache. He slowly sat up in his bed and tried to remember the events from last night. But all he could remember was Stephanie's voice ringing in his mind over and over again.
He quickly started getting dressed to head off to Atlanta Georgia for the taping of Smackdown! He was going to pay a little visit to the princess, that meant harassing her to the point of annoyance or until he was completely satisfied.
Bischoff stopped at the front desk where a tall, slender blonde was behind, looking through the book of people who had just recently checked in. Eric cleared his throat, trying to get her attention, but the blonde ignored him, continuing on her work. "Excuse me." He said in an annoyed tone. She looked up for a moment and then back down at the book, writing a name in a blank spot near the bottom. "Just one moment sir."
Eric sighed heavily then crossed his arms, looking at his watch impatiently. The woman continued writing down names for a few minutes until Eric couldn't take it anymore. "Sometime today maybe?!" He said angrily.
What a dick, he can't wait 5 damn minutes for me to finish. She thought.
"Uh, excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows, knowing he was just insulted.
"I didn't say anything sir." She said politely with a fake smile.
"Yes, you did.. I'd like to speak to your manager Miss.." He stared at her uniform looking for name then spoke, "Miss Blenten." He said coldly.
"There's no reason for that Sir, what can I do for you?" She asked sweetly.
Eric looked at her suspiciously then spoke. "I just wanted to check out, I don't see how that could take -"
"Last name?" She asked.
"Bischoff." He replied quickly.
"Ah here you are. Would you like to use cash, credit, or -"
Eric cut her off. "Credit." He said handing her his visa card.
She half smiled as she ran the card through the machine and printed off a receipt. She handed it to him with a pen and his card. "Sign here please."
Eric sighed then quickly signed it, handing her the receipt copy and placing his in the leather wallet in his pocket.
I hope he gets out of my face now, I can't stand arrogant jerks like him who think we have all the time in the world to wait on him.
"Have a nice day sir." She smiled.
Eric cocked his head off to the side and didn't reply at all, he simply walked off with his duffel bag, heading out to the taxi, ready to take him to the airport.
Once Eric arrived at the airport and all through out the flight he kept hearing women's voices in his head, and he didn't know where it was coming from, or if he was just making these things up in his mind. But considering what he heard, it was very unlikely he would make up such horrible things. All he heard about was shoes, husbands, affairs, shopping, business.. it was never ending.
Once he arrived he checked in to his hotel, taking his bag up to his room as quick as possible, it seemed the day was already flying by too fast. Eric threw his bag down onto the floor and locked the door behind him before removing his coat and indulging in the mini bar in his deluxe suite. Eric took a bottle of tequila and a glass and set it up on the table, kicking his feet up after pouring a quarter glass.
Eric sipped it slowly then turned on the TV, relaxing a bit before hearing a loud knock at the door. Eric sighed then set his glass down, pressing the mute button on the TV. He walked up to the door and answered it quickly, a small smile appearing on his face.
"How nice to see you Sable." He looked her up and down for a moment, realizing she was wearing a short, low cut dark black dress. What a slut. He thought to himself.
Remember Sable, play him like a fiddle and he'll never know you're giving him false information.. She thought to herself with a smile on her face.
Eric cocked up an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I didn't say anything Eric." She put her hands on his chest and lead him to the bed, pushing him down.
"I have a proposition for you." She cooed.
Eric sat up and sat a safe distance away from Sable, he could have sworn he heard her say she was playing him like a fiddle.
He's like putty in my hands. She smirked.
"Why are you here Sable?" He questioned her quickly.
"Well, I wanted to know if you made that match for me, and if you did.." She started pulling her straps down from her dress. "I could do you.." She paused. "A favor."
Eric wasn't the slightest bit tempted, sure she was a fairly attractive woman, but she was way past her time, besides, he was interested in younger women. "I don't want any favors from you Sable.."
Asshole.
"Alright, I see it isn't a good time to talk to you about our deal, so I'll see you on Smackdown tomorrow night alright?" She smiled innocently then stood up and headed for the door.
"Good bye Sable." Eric said in an annoyed tone.
Sable left Eric's hotel room, heading back to her own to plot another evil scheme to not only screw over Eric but Stephanie as well somehow. She was going to get her championship match against Trish Stratus, whether that meant sleeping with him or not.
Eric began thinking back to today's events and wondered what was going on and why he kept hearing voices from every woman he's encountered, and even ones he hasn't. He started thinking it was all in his head, and that he was just imagining it all. Eric then took the bottle of whisky and opened it, tilting it toward the glass but then suddenly stopped and pushed the glass off to the side, putting the tip of the bottle to his mouth then taking a swig of the strong liquid.
Eric sat on his bed for a while and started thinking about when he should make his appearance tonight on Smackdown. He then decided to grab his jacket and head out to the arena. When his limo pulled up he quickly entered and made himself comfortable while thinking of ways to annoy the Smackdown GM tonight, a huge grin appearing on his face for the first time today.
Once he arrived at the Smackdown arena he snuck in passed security with the help of an unexpected Smackdown superstar. He stopped at Stephanie's office and raised his hand up to knock but instead chuckled to himself before letting himself in. To his surprise she wasn't in there, so he made himself comfortable on her couch and started picking at her fruit tray that consisted of peaches, grapes, melon slices, and pears. He started eating on the peach slices and smirked thinking back to 2002 when Stephanie found him in her office and she yelled at him, forcing security to show him out of the arena. The night he told her she had nice peaches. He laughed to himself. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless! He thought to himself.
Finally she walked into her office looking down at a note pad in front of her. Eric checked her out for a moment. She was wearing a short sleeve button up white blouse, a few buttons undone to expose just a little cleavage with a black mini skirt, matching heels, and her hair was wavy. This was by far the best he's ever seen her look.
Stephanie then walked over to her desk and placed the note pad down then looked over toward the dark haired RAW GM on the couch. She sneered. "What are you doing here?" She said angrily.
Eric stood up and brushed himself off. "I decided to pay you a little visit princess." He walked up to her and smiled.
Oh my god, here we go. Another visit from the one and only, Eric Bischoff.
She sighed. "Why are you here Eric?"
Eric raised an eyebrow, realizing he just heard what she was thinking. "Well, I came here to tell you that I just signed one of your superstars to my RAW roster tonight. I thought you'd like to know he'll be very happy on RAW." He let out a small laugh.
Stephanie clenched her fists. "Eric, get out of my office, right now!" She demanded.
Eric leaned in closer to her and touched a strand of her hair. "You know, we don't have to fight, my offer is still on the table. We could still be friends, and .. possibly more." He leaned in even closer.
Stephanie bit her lip. Why is he doing this to me? Doesn't he know he makes me weak with his soft pouty lips, that smile.. those eyes.... Stop it Stephanie! Control yourself, you should be ashamed. She suddenly turned a light shade of red in her cheeks. "Get out Eric, don't make me call security." She said calmly.
Eric grinned this time, he had heard everything she said. And he knew he wasn't imagining it or he would have come up with something a bit more flattering. He quickly grabbed Stephanie by the waist aggressively and pulled her in for a long, sensual kiss. Stephanie tried to push him off of her but then gave in slowly.
He is such a great kisser.. This is the second time we've kissed in 3 years.. I should stop him, this is wrong, this is so wrong..
Eric suddenly stopped and looked at her for a moment. "No one has to know." He whispered softly.
Stephanie's eyebrows shot up for a moment. "Has to know what?" She asked innocently, even though they both knew what he was talking about.
Eric pressed her to him again and kissed her passionately, running his hands up and down her back to her butt slowly.
Great, now he's going to grab my ass, thinking I'm some flusie he can have his way with.
Eric suddenly stopped his hands from heading toward her butt and kept them gently on her back, slowly he broke the kiss.
He looked both ways for a minute when he just realized what had happened. "I need to-"
"Yeah, it'd be for the best.." She said with concern in her tone of voice.
Just tell me I'm another woman to you and I'll never let it happen again, I wouldn't let it. She thought to herself with a sad expression visibly showing on her face.
Eric headed toward the door and then turned back for a moment, running his fingers through his thick dark hair. "You're not just another woman to me Stephanie, you're different." He said honestly.
Stephanie didn't know how to feel when he said that, she let a small smile appear for a moment then it quickly vanished. "You only say that because I'm the boss's Daughter, and you could never have me." Even if I let you.
Eric nodded for a moment and decided to keep his pride and not lash out on her, even if she did get the last word for once. He opened the door and quickly left, heading back to the locker room of the superstar he was after this week. Stephanie stood there in her office and sighed, she wouldn't let her feelings, no matter how strong they were, get in the way of business. After all, she is a McMahon.
Author's Notes: I love writing this story, and I'd have to say this is the most fun I've had writing fanfiction in a long time. I loved the movie What Women Want, and I'm trying to mix it up a bit instead of following everything that happened in the movie. Thank you for the reviews!