I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).
Dinner
"Aren't you gonna come down and eat some of that delicious dinner you cooked?" Glen asked me a little while later.
"I'm not really hungry," I told him, not looking at him. I could still feel Mark's lips on mine, and it sort of pissed me off.
"Come on, baby, please? We haven't had dinner together in a long time," he said. He poked his lip out and started pouting.
"Fine," I said, giving in as usual. "But I'm forewarning you, I'm not saying one word to that...that devil bitch you brought home with you."
"Well at least I know you two won't argue then," he said. "I'll take what I can get."
We headed downstairs hand in hand. I still had on the dress and the stilettos I'd been wearing when he'd arrived. When we got to the dining room, Mark wasn't there.
"Where's the dumb ass?" I asked Glen, not feeling the need to say his name.
"I'm right here, here's the dumb ass," Mark said, entering the dining room and raising his hand. He was shirtless, and even though I hated him I couldn't help staring at his amazing upper body.
He'd probably just gotten out of the shower, because his long hair was wet and curly and I could still see the water droplets gleaming on his skin.
"Stare much, darlin?" he asked me.
It took a moment for his words to register in my head, but before I could speak, he spoke again.
"Glen, tell your wife to pick her lip up off the ground. That look really doesn't work for her," he snickered.
"Sorry, can't help but stare when some fat ass man walks into my dining room showing off his beer belly," I replied meanly.
"Jade. Mark. Please," Glen said. "Can we just have a peaceful dinner for once?"
"Fine," Mark grumbled. He sat down at the table and waited to receive his dinner. He looked up at me expectantly.
"Sorry, I refuse to serve his greedy ass dinner," I told Glen. "And no amount of pouting you do can change my mind."
"I'll serve you both. Just sit down while I set an extra place at the table and get the food," Glen said.
Mark and I watched him set the table, and then he disappeared into the kitchen to get the food.
"Hope I don't die of food poisoning," Mark said nastily.
"You won't... But I hope you at least start choking on something and pass out," I replied back.
"So you can give me CPR? You know, you don't have to get me to choke on something if you want to kiss my lips," he said. His slid his tongue over his lips slowly, making sure I wasn't able to look away. "You don't have to use CPR as an excuse."
"As if I'd want to kiss you again," I said, trying unsuccessfully to look away from his beautiful lips.
"You know you liked it. In fact, you loved it," he said, gazing intently at me. His green eyes burned into my eyes, scorching my soul completely.
"Don't flatter yourself," I said, tearing myself away from his gaze.
"I don't. You do that job quite well yourself, darlin," he said, leaning across the table to touch my lips softly. He looked me over. "By the way, I forgot to tell you earlier, nice dress. It's like skin. It's gotta be against the law for you to wear a dress like that."
"Is that a compliment?" I asked him suspiciously.
"Maybe," he said. "Let me try this again. Nice dress...what there is of it, anyway."
"Ass," was all I could say before Glen came in with the food.
Dinner dragged on and on for what seemed like hours. Glen was stuck trying to make idle conversation while Mark and I stared at each other in stubborn silence.
"So Mark," Glen began. "Are you back on the dating scene yet?"
"Not quite," Mark said. He looked at me. "But I have a potential woman in mind. In fact, we kissed today..."
My heart leaped into my throat and I almost choked on my food.
"You ok, baby?" Glen asked me.
"Uh, yeah. I was just wondering what crazy ass woman would want to kiss Mark?" I said, giving Mark a very dark glare.
"Must you egg me on?" Mark asked me sweetly. "Because I'll keep going as long as you keep asking me for it. And take that any way you want."
"I'd like to know, too," Glen said. "What female in her right mind would kiss a mean ass like you?"
"You'd be surprised if you knew," Mark said, eyes still on me.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and met his gaze. "Stare much?" I asked, stealing his line.
"You know, you're looking kind of flushed over there," he said. "You can't possibly be hot. I mean, you ain't wearing much of nothing."
"Mark's right. Is something wrong?" Glen asked, concerned.
"I just need something to drink," I said. I pushed my chair back and stood up. "I'll be right back." I practically ran into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I went and leaned over the sink, trying to clear my head.
"Stop worrying, Glen," I heard Mark say. His voice got closer. "I promise I'm not gonna start a fight with her, and if I feel like giving her a chokeslam, I'll warn you first."
And then to my utter disgust and humiliation, Mark entered the kitchen and shut the door softly behind him. Then he locked it and walked over to me.
"Look, I don't feel like arguing with you right now. My head is beginning to hurt," I said as he got closer.
"I see I'm already getting inside your head," he said happily. Then his tone of voice changed, and he got serious. "But I didn't come in here to argue with you, Jade."
I turned around to face him and leaned against the sink. "Then why are you in here?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Do I really have to answer that? I have a feeling that you already know," he said in a soft voice.
"No, I don't know. Now what do you want, Mark?" I asked, unable to stop looking at his perfect upper body again. The man was gorgeous...and I hated him.
"You," he said simply, and all of a sudden he lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the sink in front of him. I was too surprised to speak, but I wouldn't have had the time to speak anyway because he leaned down and kissed me softly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked in a low voice, pulling back a minute later to look into his stormy green eyes, my arms still around his neck.
"Shut up and put your legs around my waist," he ordered.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but I did as I was told. Satisfied, he leaned back down and kissed me again, pulling me close against him. I could feel how hard he was already.
"Do you feel that? I'm aching for you, Jade," he whispered, moving against me. "I wanna give you the Last Ride..." He kissed me again.
"You haven't killed my wife in there, have you Mark?" Glen called from the dining room.
"No," Mark called out. "But seeing her in this dress is killing me," he whispered.
"Well hurry up and get out here!" Glen yelled. "Before I come in there and chokeslam you through my kitchen floor!"
"Damn it," Mark said. He released me and ran a hand through his still-wet hair. "You... You annoy the hell out of me, Jade," he said loudly. I gave him a confused look, but when he nodded his head towards the door leading to the dining room, I understood his actions.
"Mark," I said loudly. "I... It's obvious. I hate you." I went over to the door, unlocked it, and started to slip out.
"Love you, too, darlin," he said sarcastically, following me.
I rolled my eyes at him as I sat down. "Really, could you get any more conceited and obnoxious? Your ego is huge!"
"That's not the only thing huge on me," he said suggestively. I knew this was true from our little adventure in the kitchen...
"Glen, please explain to me why the hell you're friends with this stupid jerk," I said in an exasperated voice.
"Glen, please explain to me why the hell you're married to this dirty little tart," Mark snapped, licking his lips slowly because he knew I couldn't stop watching.
"Stop copying me!" I yelled.
"Then you stop copying me!" he yelled back.
"Oh, both of you be quiet!" Glen exclaimed. "You're acting like two little kids! Do I need to put you both in timeout?"
Mark and I both giggled and ate our dinner. It was going to be one interesting vacation!