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Chris's hands were clammy as he knocked then opened the door to the makeshift office that was done up in a small room of the arena. One of the backstage crewmembers had informed him that the boss was looking for him, so of course he rushed to see him. When Vince McMahon asks to see you, you don't dilly daddle, every second of his that is wasted is money down the drain.

Walking into the office he was nervous, Vince didn't usually ask to see you on such short notice, there was usually a meeting scheduled weeks in advance. This was completely out of character and it worried Chris, he just hoped it wasn't bad news…he didn't want to end up on the unemployed list or the jobbers list for that matter.

"You asked to see me sir." He spoke, his voice cracking as he watched the desk chair spin around.

"Sir?" The brunette asked, rolling a pencil between her thumb and index finger, "Not the most flattering thing I've been called but then again not the worst I suppose."

Shock washed over his face as he ran his hand back through his blonde hair, "Stephanie, I was expecting your father. They said my boss wanted to see me."

A small laughed escaped her lips, "You know I play a huge role in this company, and dad was away for the night so he left me in charge."

"Oh." Chris said in response, unsure of what else to say. The situation was pretty awkward; it was the first time they had spoken in months.

It was silent for a while, Stephanie just smiling up at him. To break the tension he spoke again, "So, you wanted to see me?" He asked, curiosity clear in his voice as he took a seat across from her at the oak desk.

"I did." She said matter-of –factly, "So should I just cut to the chase?"

Wanting to get out of the uncomfortable situation as soon as possible he responded, "Please." Although it would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy being so close to her, it was quite a rush. And there little interaction a few days ago only intrigued him further now that he was able to speak to her. She still has the same calm voice, the same sweet sounding accent that drove him mad with desire all those nights. It was the same voice that called his name over and over, the same voice he'd love to hear whispering in his ear every night again.

"Well I've been hearing some things…" She began, the tone of her voice becoming more serious.

"Things?" He questioned, unsure as to what she was referring. He didn't do anything that would put his spot at risk; at least he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Stephanie's smile turned into a smirk, "I heard that you went on a date with our lovely Ms. Stratus, and after seeing you two interact the other evening with my own two eyes I would really like to know the truth Chris."

His eyebrows lowered, was she really asking him about his personal life? "Um, not to be rude Stephanie but I don't think that's really anyone's business but mine and Trish's. I don't remember there being a company policy about superstars and divas dating."

The tone of his voice and the way in which he spoke to her made Stephanie satisfied with herself. "This has nothing to do with the company at all…" She explained, intentionally wetting her lips. "Chris this has to do with me and you."

"Me and you? I didn't think there was a me and you."

She laughed again, leaning over the desk slightly, "We both know that's a crock of shit Christopher."

He smiled at her as she cussed; leave it to Stephanie to be blunt. And boy oh boy was she good at being blunt. Chris took the time to stop and look at her, something he had forced himself not to do since he saw her face. He wanted to keep his thoughts of her on a business level but that idea flew out the window when her pink tongue darted across her bottom lip seductively. "What are you trying to say Stephanie? That you asked me in here because you're jealous that I'm seeing Trish?" Two could play the blunt game.

"I called you in here because I miss you." She retorted, watching him eye her up and down. She hadn't lost him yet. Smiling again she reached for the clip in her hair, yanking it out to let her brown locks cascade down around her shoulders.

Deciding it was best not to move Chris just sat there and swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't want to look like a fool by jumping to conclusions, but he didn't have to do anything at all because it was Stephanie that climbed up over the desk, crawling on her hands and knees to meet him, locking her lips with his.

This was everything he had been dreaming about since she told him it was over six months ago, and now it was finally happening. He took her kiss as the go ahead and stood up, his mouth never leaving hers. Chris smiled against her lips and locked his arms around her, shoving her back onto the desk, knocking the things resting on its left side crashing to the floor.

It was the sound of glass shattering that pulled him back to reality, causing him to break the heated kiss. He bent down to pick up the frame and when he turned it around it made him frown. The broken picture was of her and him, Hunter and Stephanie…it was a clear sign that this was wrong. They were in town two days and she had found time to place a picture of them on her desk.

"This isn't right." He told her, laying the shattered frame back on the desk. "You made your choice, and as much as I hate the outcome I have to accept it. I'm trying to move on Stephanie, don't make it harder for me. You're getting your happy ending, at least let me try to find mine."

Stephanie watched as Chris walked out of the office, "God damn it father." She cursed, livid that her moment was ruined.