A/N: Thanks again for the reviews for this one. I'm glad people like it and don't think I'm a total goober who is a bad writer. Hope you like this chapter and reviews are always appreciated, especially for my stuff that isn't necessarily stuff I'm really used to or comfortable writing. Encouragement is most welcome lol.

"So Chris, what did you want to meet with me about? I hope that you're enjoying your time on the table with JR. I think that you've been doing a very good job considering this is your first real experience with announcing full-time and not just a match here and there in character."

"Yeah, that part of it is fine," Chris said, gently rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to have to come to Vince, but the situation was seriously bugging him. Chris was a man who took every job he had seriously. His job now was to be a good announcer and that's what he wanted to be, but someone, some woman, was preventing him from doing that, and he wasn't going to stand for it if he could help it. The only plausible thing to do would be to go to the man in charge.

"So what's the problem then?"

"Well, it's like this…um, I don't really know how to say this, but someone has been coming on in my headphones, and it's not you," Chris said, and Vince narrowed his eyes as Chris avoided looking directly at his boss. This was a very uncomfortable situation for him because of what the mystery woman was saying to him.

"Are you sure? Because I make sure that I'm right there, the only times I'm not on the headphones is if something important comes up."

"Yeah, well, while that is happening, someone is…coming onto your headphones," Chris explained, "and talking to me, and I'm pretty sure that it's just me that she's talking to."

"She?" Vince asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Yeah, it's a woman, and well…I'm trying to do my job, right, and this woman keeps coming onto my headphones and telling me, well, she's talking…dirty with me, and I'm talking dirty, Vince, not like bush league stuff, but hardcore, should be in a porno stuff, and it's really distracting, and I fear that it's going to affect my job if this keeps up."

"Someone is basically talking dirty to you during the show?" Vince asked to be clear with what he was dealing with.

"Yeah, basically," Chris said, his voice petering out. "I have no idea who it is, or why they're doing it, but it's really starting to bug me, and I figured if anyone can do anything about it, it's you, since you're the boss. I don't want it to start affecting my work."

"Okay, I'll handle this, Chris," Vince told him. "At the next meeting I'll discreetly tell the person to cut it out, and I'll make sure that I'm the only one on the headphones for the show tonight."

"Thank you," Chris said, standing up and shaking Vince's hand before leaving his office altogether. He turned to his right and saw Stephanie walking and reading over something and he circumvented her before stopping and then turning back to her. "Hey, Stephanie."

She stopped and turned, giving him a kind, yet sly smile. "Yes, Chris, did you need something?"

"Not really, but you know how I told you about that chick who was bugging me?" Stephanie had to keep her grin hidden, but she nodded in acknowledgement of what he was saying, "Well, do you…have you found out anything about it yet?"

"Honestly, no," she said, "I'm really sorry that someone is bothering you, I really do hope that you get it sorted out, you don't really deserve someone who is hindering the way that you work."

"I know, right? I just think that it's fucked up that someone would do that while I'm trying to work."

"Yeah, there are some really crazy people out there," Stephanie said, giving him a sympathetic smile. "But you know, maybe you should take it as a compliment, maybe someone likes you or something."

"That's a pretty fucked up thing to do to someone you like," Chris responded, shaking his head. "Oh well, I'm sure it'll get taken care of, bye Stephanie."

"Later, Chris," she said, watching him walk off. She wondered how in the world he could possibly stop her from doing anything. She was Stephanie McMahon, and she was very well-versed in getting what she wanted. A smirk crossed her face when her cell phone rang. She grabbed it from her pocket and looked at it, groaning and answering it slowly, "What do you want?"

"Did I catch you while you were busy?" Paul asked.

"No, I just don't know why you insist on calling me every five minutes."

"I just wanted to tell you that I got my bags from baggage claim and I'm getting my rental now, so I'm going to be there pretty soon."

"You called to let me know you were coming? After you called to let me know that you had landed, after you called to let me know you were off the plane, after you called to let me know that you were going to baggage claim, I don't need your itinerary," she finished sarcastically.

"If you're going to act like a bitch the entire time I'm there, I'm just going to go back," he told her angrily.

"So do that, see if I care," Stephanie told him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he asked her. "Ever since I've been out on injury, you've acted like such a bitch. Do you think that I wanted to get injured, that I wanted to be away from the company? Oh yeah, I planned this entire thing."

"I know you didn't plan this," she told him, rolling her eyes and wishing she were talking to someone else, anyone else but Hunter right now. She wasn't in the mood to deal with him, and it wasn't just his injury. He was just the problem. She was growing more and more dissatisfied with their relationship. It was hard to see what she had ever seen in him sometimes.

"Then why the hell are you acting like it's my fault?"

"Look, I'm under a lot of stress," she told him. "I'm trying to compensate for you being gone while trying to balance out everything else, so maybe you should just stop crying and whining like I'm slighting you. I'm stressed, Paul, I'm under a whole lot of pressure here, and you're not helping with your constant whining about how I'm doing you wrong."

"Fine, sorry," he mumbled, "I'm still coming."

"Yeah, okay, see you when you get here," she told him.

In truth, she would've rather had him just stay put, but she knew that he was angling for sex. He just didn't want to go without or some shit like that. Too bad for him she wasn't going to put out; that would teach him. She had a lot of work to do and she knew he was going to hang around her all night, trying to get her attention, and that was the last thing she needed. Fooling around with Chris had been her only respite these past couple weeks. It gave her a little thrill when everything else was just work, work, work.

She went to her office to wait out Paul's arrival and then they could go to the company meeting before the show. She wasn't looking forward to that either because every time, without fail, someone would find some fault in the script and they would immediately come to her to complain. They would never go to her father, and they never went to the other writers, it was always to her, and she would always have to deal with some stupid problem like wrestler A getting more time than wrestler B when it was hardly her fault at all.

She was so distracted by her distaste, she didn't hear Paul walk in until he was halfway to her desk. She got up out of courtesy and he kissed her lightly, and she wondered if there had ever been a more passionless kiss between them, "Hello, Paul."

"Hey, so when is the meeting?"

"Five minutes, we should head there," she told him dully as he took his hand in hers. She let the contact go as they were walking, silently, to the big conference room where people were milling around. She wanted to let go of his hand, but that would send out the wrong message to him. They just needed to work through this rough patch, that was all, or so she convinced herself. She knew she wasn't happy, but the last thing she needed to add to her plate was a bitter ex-boyfriend.

Paul went off to talk to Shawn or something while she sat down in the front row to be close to her father. She saw Chris off to the side talking with Adam, and she looked down with a smile. The things she said to him were things she had never said to anyone. She really did have a dirty mouth, but something just compelled her with Chris. He was such an easy and vulnerable target that it made it fun. There was no way that he could retaliate with her, so it was like she got to have all the fun at his expense. The best part was he had convinced himself, rather erroneously, that she was not the culprit, so she could continue her little prank without fear of reproach.

"Everyone, sit!" Vince yelled out as he walked into the room. Pretty much everyone obeyed and Stephanie tuned out her father, knowing basically everything he was going to touch upon. She went over meetings with him, so she just went for appearance purposes.

Except this time, something caught her ear.

"Another thing that I wanted to mention to the women in this company, all of you, someone had been fooling around with the production equipment, sound, audio, the mics that go to the announcers, and I wanted to tell this person to knock it off, and if you do, you won't get reprimanded or punished, but if you choose not to heed this free warning and continue to touch equipment you are not authorized to touch, you will suffer the consequences."

Her father continued after that, but Stephanie glanced off to Chris, who was listening as he leaned against the wall watching. So he had decided to rat her out after all. She just hoped that Chris hadn't gone into detail about what the mystery woman had said because she would be so embarrassed if her dad found out the kind of things that she had been telling to Chris, which was totally against her image. She wondered if her father was going to start keeping close to the equipment and she was sad that her game seemingly had to end.

"What's the frown for?" Paul asked as he leaned over to her. He had noticed her face slowly start to fall.

"Nothing," she said, barely restraining snapping in his face. She bit her lip and continued to pretend to listen to her father. Inside though, she was fuming at Paul's stupid question and also thinking, constantly thinking.

But it was for naught as she made her way back to her office after the meeting. Thankfully, she was alone as Paul had wanted to catch up with a few of the guys. That was fine with her, the longer that he stayed away, the better. She pushed open the door and sank into her seat, thinking about how she could possibly let off steam now that she couldn't mess around with Chris…

Unless she didn't have to stop messing around with him.

She grabbed her cell phone and started scrolling through her numbers. The luxury of being the head of creative was that she had everyone's personal phone numbers on her phone in case she needed to reach them in relation to a storyline. There was his name now, Chris Irvine, both his home phone and his cell phone number, right there, flashing before her face. She was about to call when it hit her that if she had Chris's number, he almost assuredly would have her number on his phone, and he would see that it was her. She congratulated herself for remembering that. If only she could see if his phone had her number on it, but there was no time for that, the show was starting within the hour and she wouldn't be able to talk to him at all.

So she grabbed the temporary phone in her office, the number of which she didn't know and she dialed Chris's number, waiting for him to pick up. Maybe she should've locked her door, she thought, but it was too late as Chris answered his phone not a moment later and she actually cleared her throat before she even attempted a word, so startled was she that he had answered.

"This is Chris."

She licked her bottom lip. It was entirely different when she actually had to talk to him, and it was seriously making her nervous to speak, but she forced herself to say, "So you decided to tattle on me, naughty Chrissy."

"Who is this!" he snapped, recognizing the voice immediately.

"I didn't know that I was disrupting you so much," she said, playing along with what her father said at the meeting. "Telling Vince that I was disturbing you. And I thought I was giving you the ultimate compliment."

"Look, I don't know who you are, or even how you got this number, but seriously, this is like….stalking or something, and I could have you thrown in jail."

"For wanting you to fuck my brains out?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "So wanting to fuck you is wrong now?"

"I don't give a fuck who you are, don't fuck around with me while I'm working, and please, you couldn't handle this," he said cockily, "so go mess with someone else."

"I'd rather let you mess around with me," she told him huskily. "I mean, the things you could do to me. I bet your lips would feel so warm against my tits. You could focus on them all night since you love implants so much, I wouldn't care, but you'd have to be a little bit hard because I like it just the littlest bit rough, do you want a safe word, Chris?"

"You know, you're a fucked up individual. I don't want to have anything to do with you, you psycho, the mere fact that you're calling me on my cell phone is fucked up," Chris said angrily. "You're probably an ugly whore who has dropped her dirty panties for everyone here, so go find someone else to fill your perverted fantasies."

"Ooh, I like it when you're mad," she said with a smile. "I wish you would use that fire on me. Do you want me on all fours? Do you want to take me that way, hmm, Chris?"

"No, I don't want to take you anyways."

"Well that's too bad, I'm very fuckable," she told him as the door started to open. "But we'll leave that for next time," she finished quickly before hanging up and going quickly back to her paperwork. She looked up and saw Paul. "Have fun catching up?"

"Yeah, it was nice to see the guys. What are you up to?" he asked her, noting that she seemed just the tiniest bit flushed and he hoped that she wasn't getting sick because he didn't want to waste the time that he was with her.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all…"