I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

Caught Red-Handed!

Mark and I both heard the door open at the same time, but unfortunately we didn't break apart fast enough.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt!" a female voice exclaimed.

Mark and I looked at the intruder. It was none other than Paula, the housekeeper. She gave a small gasp when she realized what she had just walked in on.

"Paula, it's not what you think," I said, walking over to her. I put my hand on her shoulders. "Please don't mention this to Glen."

"I thought you gave her the next two weeks off," Mark said, walking over to stand next to me, folding his arms across his chest, and sending Paula an irritated look.

"You're right," I said, looking at him and then back at her. "Paula, I gave you the next two weeks off. Why are you here?"

"I left something here yesterday morning and I was coming back to get it," she replied. "And don't worry. I won't mention this to Glen."

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, and gave her a hug. Paula and I had been friends ever since we had hired her. I made her job easy and we got along quite well.

"For a price," she added.

I pulled back in the middle of the hug. "Did I just hear you right? Did you say for a price?" I asked unbelievingly.

"Yes, I did," she said. "I mean, this could cause a big scandal, so I figure I should at least get something for not saying anything."

I looked at Mark, then back at Paula. "What's your price?"

"Aren't you going to introduce me to this dashing man right here?" she asked me with a sly smile.

"Paula, this is Mark, the WWE's Undertaker. Mark, this is Paula, our housekeeper, and someone I thought was my friend," I said.

Paula reached out to shake Mark's hand. "Nice to meet you," she said. When he didn't reply or hold his hand out, Paula looked at me. "Maybe I should tell."

I stepped on Mark's foot. "Can't say it's been a pleasure meeting you," he said, reluctantly holding his hand out to shake hers like her hand was contagious.

She gripped his big hand, rubbing it gently with her fingers. "My, what a nice grip you have," she said, smiling up at him. "I bet you're great in bed." She turned to look at me and smiled. "What do you think, Jade? Is he great in bed?"

Mark looked at me. "We've never been in bed together," I said. It was literally the truth. We'd been against the wall, but not in the bed.

"I find that hard to believe," she said. She let his hand go and looked at both of us. "So, back to my little price..."

"What is it?" I asked.

"A date. With Mark. Tonight," she said, grinning.

"Hell no!" Mark said angrily.

"Well, we could just skip that part and head up to the bedroom," she suggested.

"Again, hell no!" he said. He shook his head to emphasize his feelings. "There's no way in hell I'm taking you on a date or screwing you."

"Then I'm telling...Glen!" she said, and her whole tone changed.

We all turned to see Glen standing in the doorway. "Hey, what have I missed? Looks like a party here," Glen said.

"It is a party," Paula said with a grin. "Why, we just made plans for a double date tonight. You're going to come, right?" she asked Glen.

"Mark? You're back on the dating scene, I see," Glen said. He handed Mark his prescription. "Sure I'll go. It'll be like old times."

"I'll be ready at...say, seven?" Paula said. I nodded numbly. "Thanks for hooking me up with Mark," she said to me, smiling as she left.

"So I notice two places set here at the table," Glen said. "And Mark, why are you still wearing that horrible apron?"

"If you must know, this was my 'I'm Sorry' breakfast for Jade. I thought we could have a civil breakfast and somewhat reconcile our differences," Mark said. "But she decided she didn't want to even try my food."

"Maybe she thinks you poisoned it," Glen said with a laugh. "But if she won't eat it then why let it go to waste?" He sat down at the table and started gobbling down the food.

"I'm gonna go get myself some real food," I said, giving Mark a look that clearly said "We need to talk!" Then I headed into the kitchen, after planting a small kiss on Glen's cheek as I walked by.

Mark followed me. "Why the hell did you let her make a date with me? I don't want to take her out," he said angrily.

"Well, I don't want you to take her out, either, but do we really have a choice?" I asked in a low voice. "I mean, she had us backed into the wall with no place to run!"

"I kind of like the picture of having you against the wall..." His voice trailed off and I could see him licking his lips.

"That's what got us into this mess in the first place," I said, forcing myself not to look at those lips. "So tonight, you're going on a date with Paula."

"And you're coming along," he said. "Oh boy, a dreadful double date. I'm so excited." But he didn't sound excited in the least, just very sarcastic.

"You better not kiss her, Mark," I said, looking into his eyes. "Or touch her. Or look at her the way you're looking at me right now."

"Oh, do I detect a hint of jealousy?" he asked, trying not to smile.

"Now why would I be jealous? After all, I'm a married woman. Why should I care what you do on a date?" I asked.

"But you do care," he said.

"I do," I admitted. "Too much for my own good..."

"Now, answer this one question for me," he said.

"Ok, ask away."

"That horrible housekeeper of yours asked if I was great in bed... We've never actually been in bed together, but based on last night... Would you say I was great?" he asked.

"No, not at all," I said seriously.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked with a worried look on his face.

"No, I'm not kidding. You weren't great at all," I said. I quickly went on. "You were better than great. You were fantastic."

"You were pretty good, too," he said, smiling.

He leaned down and kissed me briefly. Then I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed something quick to eat. Mark watched me as I headed back into the dining room and sat next to Glen...

A couple of hours later, we started getting ready for our big double date. Mark and Glen were done getting ready before I was. They were waiting at the bottom of the staircase talking when I appeared at the top. They had dressed somewhat similarly, wearing black slacks and black shirts. All black made them both look sexy, but Mark was by far the sexier of the two.

When they looked up and saw me, they stopped talking and stared at me. I slowly descended the stairs, carefully trying not to fall. I was wearing a tight strapless black dress that fit me perfectly. It wasn't too short or too long, just the perfect length. My hair was wavy and cascaded down past my shoulders. And the heels I was wearing gave me a few extra inches so I didn't seem so short when I stood by them.

"Honey, you look amazing!" Glen exclaimed when I stood next to them.

"I'm not your biggest fan, Jade, but you do look nice," Mark said, unable to stop looking at me. He gave a low whistle as he stared appreciatively at how the dress complimented the curves of my body.

"Hey, no checking out my wife," Glen joked. "You have your own date tonight, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," Mark said, sounding a bit angry at the mention of his date Paula. "Let's get this over with already."

And the three of us headed out of the house together to go pick up Paula so we could begin our much-dreaded double date...