A/N: Thanks for the reviews for this crazy story. It's coming to a conclusion in this chapter though I can probably be persuaded for one more, maybe, but I think the ending is pretty good. Thanks for sticking around for this short little push away from my usual stuff. So leave a review and thanks so much for reading this. :)

Well now it was just weird.

She had said things to Chris that she wouldn't even say to her boyfriend, but now it was weird because there was this tingling inside her stomach that happened whenever she was around him. She couldn't quite place where that tingling was coming from, but it was definitely there. She could barely stand to be around him because her stomach would buzz so loudly in her ears that she had to escape the situation time and time again.

Hadn't she told this guy she wanted to suck his dick?

Yes, but it was different now. Why did he have to be so nice to her? If he had just stayed away from her everything would've been fine. She could've continued her little game and he would've been none the wiser. Now she couldn't even think about continuing their game because her voice would probably crack and he'd know it was her, and…and then what? He would be pissed at her, and the thought was unwelcome now, and she couldn't figure out why. Why should she care if Chris Irvine was pissed at her? He was just a guy on the roster.

"Can I come in?"

She looked up at Paul's face and sighed, might as well talk to him after what happened a couple of weeks ago They hadn't talked since then, and she figured he would show up sooner rather than later. Paul liked to talk things out, he was constantly talking. All talk, no action, she thought to herself with an internal giggle. That was the story of Paul's life. For someone who claimed to be the best, he sure didn't do a lot to improve himself in and out of the ring. What did she ever see in this man anyways?

"Sure," she told him.

He sat down across from her and she stopped what she was doing to talk to him. He looked sad, and for a moment, she did feel bad. She wasn't an ice queen; she just knew that she and Paul were never going to work out with each other. Things had been good for a while, but they hadn't been going for a long time, and it was time to cut their losses and moved on. She just didn't want to be with him anymore.

"Look about what happened…"

"It happened," she said briefly.

"I don't like what happened, Steph, we're better than that," Paul started. "We are so good together, Steph."

She resisted the urge to guffaw, "What makes you think that after you've come back?"

"I just know that we're good, I know that we are, and I know that we can be great again. Steph, we shouldn't throw away what we have just because we've been fighting. You mentioned that you're just not used to having me around again. That's a fixable problem, you know, we can just work on it and I'm going to be around from now on, so everything will be fine," he told her.

She didn't know if he was sincere or trying to maintain his spot at the top of the roster. She figured it was the latter, but maybe it was the former. "You really think this is fixable?"

"I know it is," he told her. "Steph, come on, we can't be apart, we're meant to be."

"Paul," Stephanie started. "You and I are over. The past two weeks, I've been fine. I was fine five minutes after you left. I'm sorry, but I just don't want to be with you anymore. We fight constantly, and I'm not happy when I'm with you."

"What?"

"I'm not happy, I don't want to be with you anymore, and I think that this break-up should stand," she told him with a shrug. "So if there's nothing else that you need, you should probably leave."

"What happened to you, Steph?"

She closed her eyes, heaven help her, she saw Chris when she closed them, "I don't know. Maybe it's just us. Maybe, I don't know."

"Oh, so this is really it."

"I thought it was really it a couple weeks ago, move on, Paul," she said, and it wasn't harsh, it was just the truth.

"Fine, whatever," he said, trying desperately to save face. He left quickly and she took a deep breath to relax herself after Paul put her in a bad mood. She wanted all that to be over with. She was over him, maybe she had never truly wanted to be with him. Maybe she was just biding her time or something, waiting for something better to come along, waiting for someone better to come along.

The knocking on her door could've been a revelation, if she looked at it that way. "Come in."

Chris peeked his head in the door and she thought she could feel her heart skip a beat. Maybe she should go to her doctor and have that checked out. "Chris?" she squeaked out and was embarrassed as she cleared her throat. "What can I do for you?"

"Just wanted to give you an update," he told her.

She looked confused, "Update on…how you're doing as an announcer?"

"No, on the…situation with the…well, you know," he said, "girl…that has been…saying things to me that haven't exactly been of the clean nature."

She smiled at him skulking around the subject of what had been going on. She found it quite endearing, "Oh, that, what about that? You didn't…find any leads or anything right?"

"No, she's wily, I'll give her that. But she hasn't bothered me in the last two weeks, so you know, I'm really glad that I probably don't have to deal with her again," he said brightly. "Just wanted to let you know that you can call off the dogs."

"I will then," she told him. "Is that it?"

"Uh, no actually, there was one more thing," he said, and he looked down at his feet. "I was kind of wondering if you would want to go out to dinner with me tonight, you know, if you're free."

Oh why did he have to complicate things? Stephanie's eyes widened as she realized he was asking her out on an actual date. She had said some pretty nasty things to Chris, dirty things she normally wouldn't say, and here he was, sweetly asking her out on a date for dinner. It was a definite change from what she had been doing to him. She felt a little uncomfortable now because Chris was a great guy and had he really deserved her saying those things to him, trying to distract him, drive him crazy?

"Wow."

"It's just a casual thing," he said, trying to cover his tracks. "I've had fun divulging all this information to you. I like to think we've developed a rapport…do you think that we've developed a rapport?"

"Uh, yeah," she said, though he didn't know about the other rapport they had established. "We have."

"So dinner wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility."

"It wouldn't," she conceded.

"So can I pick you up here after the show?" he asked, and she was surprised that she had fallen so smoothly into that. Had she agreed to go out with him? She didn't exactly remember saying yes to his invitation, but she was gravitating towards him unwillingly almost.

"Oh, uh, sure," she told him."

"Great, great," he said, giving her a lopsided smile. "We can celebrate that my demented admirer is finally off my case. That's enough for a toast, right? Right?"

"It is," she told him, knowing that she could never call him again after this. She wouldn't feel right about it at all. Damn him, how had her feelings changed so quickly? She hadn't even noticed the change until right this moment when an excitement flooded her at thought of going out on a date with Chris Jericho. He was…well, she didn't know what he was, but there was this feeling creeping up inside of her and she couldn't explain it.

"Good, so I'll come get you, you won't regret it, Steph, I promise," he said, giving her another smile before he waved and was gone, having to get ready to go out there for the show. She sighed and sat back in her chair. At least he would never know that it was her behind the phone calls. She would never tell him and nobody ever knew.

Later on, she was checking herself out in the mirror, making sure that she looked good for the date that she had with Chris later on. She wanted to look good and the butterflies in her stomach were such a strange occurrence. She had never experienced anything like that, not even with Paul, and damn Chris Irvine for worming his way under her skin, how the hell had he done that to begin with? She didn't know, but…whatever, she wanted to look good so she should focus on that.

Chris was just walking backstage after the show was over, talking with JR about how they had done. Vince was back there still, manning the table and the show just like he did every week. Chris's interest was piqued after a second of thought. He walked over to Vince and looked down at the console that he was using, noting there was a huge number of different buttons on that thing, very complicated.

"Did you need something, Chris?" Vince asked as he caught the blond man staring at the console in front of him.

"Um, yeah, actually, I was just thinking, this thing looks really complicated," Chris said, gesturing to the box and all the buttons, "it must be hard to know what goes to what, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose," he answered. "If you know how to use it, it's easy."

"But things like, they aren't labeled."

"No, they're not," Vince said. "But if you know, I mean, I know that some are for the refs, one is for Lillian, then you and JR, the timekeeper, the cameramen, then the production truck, I can run everything from right here."

"Exactly," Chris said. "There's no labels, so pretty much only people from the production truck would know how to work this thing, wouldn't they?"

"Yeah, they would, at least to know who they were talking to."

"That's what I thought, but the production people wouldn't come out here, would they?"

"Only to set up," Vince said, "where are you going with this, Chris?" Obviously Vince had forgotten about what had happened to Chris. But for Vince, out of sight, out of mind, and that was a motto he lived fiercely by.

"Well, I was wondering who actually knew how to use this besides you," Chris replied. Maybe if he knew who could use this he might get an idea of who it was. He was already thinking about going to the production truck and seeing if there were any females working there, and he would try to ask around and see if any of them were the culprit, then he would tell Stephanie and she would fire them for sure.

"Well, the only other people who know how to use this is Stephanie and Shane," Vince said.

Then it dawned on Chris, and well, maybe he should've seen it earlier, but he hadn't. Stephanie, it…it had to be Stephanie. He couldn't believe it as he stood there in shock. The production people wouldn't have been there during the show, not if they were in the truck making sure the show was running smoothly. But maybe there was one or two that had just been walking around or something, he saw those people all the time.

"Um, and all the production people know how to use this?"

"Not all, just the couple guys who set it up, why, do you want to learn or something?" Vince asked.

"So no women?"

"I don't think so, I've never seen any of the people setting this up to be women, but I'm sure there are a few who know how, I've just never seen them."

"So Stephanie would be the only female you think that would know how to use this?" he asked.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

That little bitch.

"Thanks, Vince," Chris said tersely as he turned on his heel and started walking down the hallway.

He couldn't believe her. She had sat there while he complained and on and on and on she had pretended to sympathize with him, while she had been the one making him uncomfortable. She had probably laughed behind his back about it. Fuck that, now he was pissed. He had been falling for her, damn him, he had been falling for her and now he found out she had been toying with him all along. He had been a fucking plaything for her, and that hurt. That really hurt as she had kept coming after him and coming after him.

He knocked on the door of her office, not really knowing how he found himself there. She pulled the door open a second later and he didn't even know how to react, "Chris, you're here, let me just grab my things and we'll go."

He snapped. He didn't know what happened to him right then, but he snapped.

He went inside and closed and locked the door behind him, leaning against the door. She turned to him, looking at him quizzically as she saw him glaring at her and then him turning the lock. She was confused as to why he would be doing that. Did he want to talk or something? She was kind of famished so she hoped that he didn't want to talk; she just wanted to eat.

"Are we going to go?"

"You're something else, you know that, McMahon?" Chris said harshly.

"What are you talking about?" Stephanie asked.

Chris was so pissed off that he rushed at her. Stephanie let out a little yelp as Chris pushed her against the wall, not roughly, but enough to startle her a little bit. She looked at him at with wide eyes, wondering what the hell he was doing. She was actually getting a little bit frightened. He leaned in closer to her and his breath was right near her lips and she could hear herself gulping, wondering if he was going to assault her…or worse.

"So you want my cock, do you?" he asked her, his voice husky.

Her eyes widened even more as her breath quickened, "Chris…"

"That's what you said right, you wanted to suck on my dick, so why don't you get down on your knees and suck me off?" he asked her again, his voice getting a little bit harsher.

"It was a joke, Chris," Stephanie said, now scared that he was actually going to hurt her or something. "I just wanted to mess with you."

"So you thought that it would be funny, did you? You thought that you could just mess with me, huh? You thought that you could just get on my fucking headphones and talk dirty to me, talk filthy to me?" he said, his voice raising now.

"I'm sorry," she said, "please, just…back up?"

"What, Steph, you don't want me to fuck you hard, fuck you through the floor? I thought that you did. I thought that you wanted all of me, do you want to get down on all fours, want to get in the ring and fuck there, or on the floor, is that cool with you?"

"Chris, please," she said, pushing him away, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" he asked. "Sorry that you fucking messed with me!"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"So I'm just a plaything for you, huh? Oh, you get tired of Paul and you move onto me? I found out that you're probably the only female who knows how to work the microphones, and to think that I was falling for you. Was that part of your plan, Steph? Huh? Were you just planning to mess with me? Oh, let's get Chris to fall for me, then I'll laugh it up behind his back while he's fucking confused. How could you use me like that? I just can't believe you would pull shit like that and then let me take you out to fucking dinner. You're a fucking bitch, you know that, a goddamn, fucking bitch."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…it wasn't to use you, and I like you, damn it, okay, I like you…I didn't when this started, it was a game, yes, I'll admit it!" she told him, pulling away from the wall. "But when you came to me, when we talked, when you hung up on me that last time, I felt something for you, and I couldn't explain it until you asked me out to dinner, I like you, Chris, and that's real and that's not fake."

"You fucking liar," Chris spat out at her.

"I'm not lying," she told him, her voice quieting significantly, "it started as a game, but I'm not fucking lying right now, I'm not."

"You like me?"

"I do," she said ashamedly. He pressed her against the wall again, and then started going at her neck, "Chris, what are you doing?"

"Putting that filthy mouth to use," he told her.

"Chris," she moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "We can't…"

"Why the hell not?" he asked her. "I thought you wanted me to stick it in you."

"Chris, this is just," she was losing her train of thought as he was working her expertly. What was she even thinking anyways? His lips were back up near hers and he was breathing on her, making her lips warm and ache for his touch. "Chris…"

"You like me, right?" he asked as his lips brushed against her, leaving them tingling ever so slightly. "You wanted to go out with me."

"Yes, but," she said, but by him being so close she was brushing her own lips as she spoke and were the lights dimming or something, the room seemed to get darker, or was that just his eyes, which were hazy with lust. "You were mad."

"Are you sorry for what you did?"

"Yes," she responded.

"Well, if tonight was going to go well anyways, I would've stuck it in you eventually," he told her, unbuttoning her shirt, "so tell me again what you want to do to me because I know you're not a prude, Stephanie. Did you want me to stick my fingers inside of you?"

She gave in, she had to because at this moment, that's what she wanted, "Yes, yes, I want that, please, Chris, I want you."

"I thought so," he said, pushing her skirt up around her waist, "So why me, Steph?"

"Oh God," she said as he brushed his fingers against her, pushing herself against his hand. "You're so fucking good."

He laughed as he went in for another kiss, "So you want me to do you right through the floor, right?"

"Yes!" she moaned, her neck arching and giving him more skin to work with as he let his lips linger on her skin. "Oh, Chris, yes, you're so good, so…good."

"I know," he said. Then he abruptly pulled away from her completely, leaving her breathless and sweating as she looked at him with doe eyes.

"What…Chris, what are you…come on," she beckoned him to come back, to touch her again, to kiss her skin, light her on fire.

"Two can play your game, Steph," he shrugged, licking off his fingers, then walking away and towards the door. "The offer for dinner still stands though, if you're hungry."

She looked at him in disbelief, "But…just now."

"What, you think that you're the only one who can play games, Steph, I don't think so," he told her. "I'm hungry, where do you think we should eat?"

He was tackled against the door, Stephanie kissing him hungrily as they blindly made their way to the couch. Chris reached up and threaded his hands through her hair, her silky tresses interweaving in his fingers. She pressed herself down against him, taking control now, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Oh, so now you do want me inside you huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Irvine," she told him as he laughed against her mouth.

"You know, McMahon, you're pretty bold," he said, his anger for her dissipating. She was beautiful and he liked her, and well, if she wanted to talk dirty to him, he could deal with it. They'd just have to discuss her doing it while he was on the air. Stephanie leaned down and whispered something in his ear, to which he widened his eyes. "Jesus, Christ Stephanie, do you talk to your parents with that mouth? That's the dirtiest thing I've ever heard."

"Well let's see if we can't think of something dirtier."

THE END