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

An Explanation

"Hey," Mark said, sauntering into the kitchen. He sat down on a bar stool at the counter and looked at me.

I didn't say anything to him. I carried a plate over and sat it down in front of him on the counter.

"Can I have some water?" he asked quietly.

I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed him two bottles of water. "If you want more... You know where it's at," I said, speaking for the first time since we had talked by the front door. I was surprised that my voice wasn't shaking when I spoke, because after our little encounter by the door, all I wanted to do was cry.

"Thanks," he said, apparently out of "jackass mode" for the time being. But who knew how long that would last?

I nodded curtly at him, then headed to the study. I sat down at the desk and turned on my laptop. It started up and I waited patiently, tapping my fingers on the desk. When it started up completely, I got online and typed "The Undertaker" in the search engine for images.

There were many, many pages of links. I clicked on the link for a website called "Phenom Forever" and couldn't help but smile when a huge picture of Mark appeared on the screen. He was scowling somewhat, giving what I liked to call that "Deadman glare".

"So mean," I said, looking at the picture. "Why does he have to be so mean?"

Just then, my cell phone started to go off. I grabbed it off the desk. Looking at the Caller ID, I saw that I had an incoming call from "The Princess". Stephanie.

"Hello?" I answered, putting her on the speaker phone and putting the phone down on the desk so I could still work on the computer.

"You ok?" Steph asked immediately.

It was like her question brought out what I had been trying my hardest to hold in. "Definitely not," I said, and that was when my voice broke. "Damn it, Steph, I don't know what's wrong with him!"

"Did something happen after Chris and I left?" she asked suspiciously.

"God, Steph, he came on to me," I whispered. "And I practically flung myself at him. I was so pathetic!"

"So what did he do?" she asked, wanting to know all the details.

"He came up to me talking in this sexy voice, teasing me," I said. "And then, believe it or not, he kissed me!"

"I thought that was what you wanted," she pointed out.

"It was... It is... But, you know, I want it to be real, like it was before," I said.

"It wasn't real this time?"

"Unfortunately, no," I replied. "He started kissing me and then he asked me if I knew what he wanted more than anything in the world. I was like no, tell me."

"And then?"

"He started nibbling on my ear and breathing all sexy in my ear," I said, shivering at the memory. "And do you know what he said?"

"What?"

"He was like, I want you...to fix my damn steak!" I said angrily.

"What?" she gasped. "How rude!"

"I know," I sighed. "I miss the Mark that kissed me in the kitchen that first night, the one who made love to me against the wall..."

"Hell, I miss him, too, but totally not in that way," she said. "He was just uncharacteristically rude tonight, even for his Undertaker persona."

"I don't like this new attitude. It's even worse than the way he used to treat me," I said sadly. "I don't know if I can keep liking him after this."

"You're going to like him regardless of the new shitty attitude. You're pretty much powerless to stop your emotions," she pointed out.

"But I do have the power to at least try to resist him," I said. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Is that so?" Mark asked as a shadow fell over me.

Shit. "Steph, I have to go," I said quickly.

"Be careful," she warned. "You never know what-"

"She'll call you later. I'm sure she'll have some juicy details to share with you," Mark told Steph, then promptly ended the call.

I leaned back in my chair and surveyed him calmly. "What are you doing in here?"

"I see you're looking at pictures of me on your computer," he said, gesturing at the scowling image of him on the screen. "Now why would you do that when you have the real thing here?"

"Because the picture isn't capable of acting like a jackass the way you are," I said smartly, backing my chair away from the desk until I was a few feet away.

"Feisty, I see." He grinned, then started to move everything on my desk to a small table nearby. "That's kind of sexy."

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to ignore the whole "sexy" remark.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm clearing off your desk," he replied.

"For what?"

"To make room, duh," he answered. He sat down on the edge of the desk in the middle with his legs spread. He gave me a heated look. "Come here."

"I don't think so," I said, standing up from my chair. "I've had enough of your games for one night."

"Come here," he ordered in a low voice.

I shook my head and tried to make myself walk over to the door but I couldn't. Damn these legs, I thought to myself.

"Come here," he repeated in a lower, softer voice.

I couldn't resist... I think it was his voice. Or maybe it was that look he was giving me. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because of my own desires for him. Either way, I walked over to him and stood between his open legs, peering up into his eyes.

He touched my hair. "Did you know that desks have...different uses?" he asked softly.

"Such as?" I questioned.

He leaned closer, putting his arms around me and pulling me gently against him. "This desk..." He started whispering in my ear. "...It can be the place for me to give you what you want..."

"What do I want?" I asked in a voice that sounded odd, even to my own ears.

He chuckled softly before biting me gently on the neck. "You know what you want me to do to your body, Jade," he said.

"What exactly is that?" I asked, trying not to think about the fact that he was nibbling ever so gently on my neck. I thought back to what Dr. Gunter had told me at the hospital about the way Mark really felt about me. How he loved me and felt that he would give in to temptation if he was around me... Was that what he was doing now?

"I can see it in your eyes," he informed me, moving away from my neck to kiss me hungrily. "The intense passion..." He pulled back and smirked at me. "You want me to fuck your brains out right here on this desk... All you had to do was ask, you know?"

I pushed him away, getting out of his embrace and blinking furiously. I couldn't believe the words he had used. Hadn't he told Glen that day in the woods that he only made love? That he didn't fuck? So why would he think that was what I wanted? And how could he say that to me?

"You're such an ass," I whispered. "Such a cocky, self-centered bastard."

"I know," he said proudly. "Isn't that what makes me adorable and lovable?"

"I don't know why I love you!' I snapped, before calmly walking over to the table where he had placed my stuff. I grabbed my cell phone, then left the study, feeling his eyes on me the whole time...

I made my way up to the master bedroom and took a long, hot shower, trying to get my mind off of Mark and the fact that he had me so aroused. Of course, that arousal didn't come from his dirty words. Rather, it came from the way he touched me, the way he kissed me...

After my shower, I laid in the bed in the dark looking up at the ceiling. I couldn't go to sleep, couldn't make myself go to sleep knowing that he was right in the next room, only separated by a wall. What I wanted more than anything was to go back over there like I had done when Glen was in the bed beside me, just sneak over there and slide into bed next to him. But of course I wouldn't do that tonight, because he had been a royal ass, and I wanted an apology.

"Jade, you sleep?" Mark asked from by the door, breaking into my thoughts and surprising the hell out of me.

I didn't reply. I didn't want to talk to him because I knew he was just going to say something else rude.

"Well, if you aren't, I just want to say I'm..." His voice trailed off. "I didn't mean to say all that stupid shit earlier. It's just, this whole situation with you and Glen is just starting to mess with me, you know?"

I still didn't speak. Was he apologizing? Mark?

"The stuff I said... The way I acted... It was just an attempt to make myself go back to the way I used to be. It used to be so easy to resist you, to hide my emotions from you... Until that night I kissed you... Until that night we made love."

His words were having such an effect on me...

"Um, so I'm going to go back in the room now..." He paused, and it was completely silent. "I just wanted to apologize for everything earlier... So, um, yeah, see you in the morning."

"Don't go," I said, before I even knew what I was saying. "Come here."

He walked over to the bed in the dark, but I could see him a little when he got close. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hair was wet. It smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower, too. He sat down on the bed next to where I was lying and I sat up.

"You don't want me to leave?" he asked.

"No," I said softly. "I need you to stay with me in here tonight..."

"I want you," he whispered, reaching out for me.

"You sure you don't just want me to fix you a steak?" I teased.

"About that... Sorry." He chuckled lightly, then got serious again. "I've wanted you ever since I remembered everything at the hospital."

"Then why didn't you want to see me?" I asked curiously.

"Because I want you so much, and you're not mine to have," he said, running his strong hands over my skin and making me shiver.

"I can be yours tonight," I whispered, touching him. I ran a hand over his chest and felt his heart beating extra fast. "What do you say?"

He kissed me softly, pulling me close to him. Then he pulled back to look into my eyes in the dark. "I say, darlin, that we have a deal..."

A/N: I got so lost on this chapter! I'm trying to follow my outline but this wasn't supposed to happen yet... However, for some reason, I just can't make Mark be an asshole for too long! LOL! Oh yeah, and "Phenom Forever" is a real website. It's one of the best Undertaker sites around! I love it!