Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a story that I am working on finishing at the moment under the same title. The names have been changed to suit the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker

Chapter Seventeen

Moving inside of his tall shower, Mark stood beneath the shower head, and let the water run over his tall, muscular physique that now had nothing to cover it. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, letting the thousands of beads of water move across his thick, black hair and trail down every inch of his body from the top of his head all the way down to his six pack abs to his tight ass and firm legs before ending at his feet.

Ahh…This feels so amazing right now. His hands reached up, and ran them through his hair, letting the water to trail down them just so he could more of its warmth. After working hard all day…Being able to take a nice hot shower to clean up and unwind is a perfect way to end the day.

The day is far from over thought, Mark. His conscience butted in and whispered to him in a coy tone. Your day has only truly begun, and will continue on for several more hours to come for you.

His conscience was correct. The day was far from over for him. Even though he had spent most of the day doing errands for Belle and stepping in for Emily when her creepy ex-boyfriend, Johnathan Warrens, had been spying on her through the front window of the dress shop, Mark had the whole evening to look forward and spend in the company of his boss's beautiful grand-daughter.

He took up his shampoo bottle that contained a really good smelling soap for his hair, and poured just enough into the palm of his left hand that would do the job perfectly. His other hand placed it back on the shelf where it had been before he rubbed the shampoo in both of his hands, and started to work it through his thick strands of hair.

You are right on that one. Mark chose instead of the conversation between his conscience and him to fall dead to continue it onward while he was cleaning his entire body for the party he was going to be heading out to soon enough. Things are nowhere near being done for me right now. I have to get myself soaped, washed and dried off really good.

Let's not forget that you have to make sure that you smell nice and looking good for Emily before you step foot out of this house tonight.

Emily Withers…What a very worthy reason to make sure that he was at his top game. To show up, and sweep the sweet and sexy southern beauty off of her feet, and show how a real man takes care of a woman…made his body burn with a desire and an arousal all too strong for him to ignore.

A smile danced across his face as he rinsed the soap from his hair. He turned around to face the oncoming stream of water while one of his hands reached up to a shelf, and retrieved a bar of soap. His fingers clutched the sides of it while the palm moved it all over his arms and upper body, lathering up the farmer's tan and cleaning it of any dirty and grime that was there.

There is no way that I am going to forget about that fiery angel of mine. She is far from getting lost at the moment.

You seem to be determined on making sure that she is not lost at all amongst your other thoughts and feelings that are nestled within the recesses of this mind of yours.

And you would be right.

Once he was satisfied with his upper body, Mark repeated the same process with the lower half until it was lathered up enough and placed the bar of soap back where he got it from. He made sure that the water got all of the soap off of him before his body bent down towards the nozzle for the hot water. His right hand reached out and turned it off, causing the flood that had been pouring over him to stop.

It will be a cold day in hell before I forget about her.

Opening up the glass shower door, Emily reached outside to where a large, white towel was hanging on a white plastic hook near her body. She managed to slip it from its confinement, and bring inside the stall where her naked and wet body was nestled.

Now…Let me get this around my waist so I am not totally freezing when I get out and into the open of the bathroom.

Her hands draped the towel around her body to where the top of it would cover the top of her chest with a little cleavage line being clearly seen on it and the fabric would then travel down and cover her to the tops of her knees. Securing it with a knot on a side of it, Emily slid the glass door open, and slowly moved out of the stall.

The moment she removed herself from the warm and humid environment that had built up inside of the shower stall, a rush of cold air hit her so hard it nearly caused her to cripple and tighten on the spot from the sheer surprise of it all.

God…damn it is cold out here!

The impact of the change in temperature made Emily struggle to move but gave her enough leeway to where she was able to cross the floor over to where a white cotton robe was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Her hands worked quickly to let the towel she had on fall off, and grab the more warm looking material off of the hook it was on before slipping her arms inside of them.

Come on, Emily! You have to get this on if you don't want to turn into a human goose bump!

Her body had already started to get covered in little bumps due to the change in the room's heat, but she didn't want in any way shape or form to have her entire being covered in them for it would cause her to lack the ability to properly walk away from where she was standing.

Managing to get the robe on her, Emily used her hands to bring the fabric around in front of her completely closed before tying the cotton sash that hung around her waist in front with enough firmness that it would keep it from opening up and showing off her naked form. She let out a soft sigh of relief and contentment from the feeling of the fabric being around her, and shielding her from the cold that had been wreaking havoc on her body.

Ah…That feels very nice.

A relaxed smile danced across her face from feeling the warmth of the robe causing the goose bumps to slowly disappear away from her. She walked over to the mirror and sink in the room, and picked up where her hair brush was nestled on the edge of the sink. Her right hand moved it over her wet hair, working its magic to straighten it out and get the strands of it to be free of any tangles that could be there. Emily brushed it for a few moments before she placed it down.

Well…This phase in the process is completed. Now, it is time to focus on the next step that is necessary for me to complete my preparation.

Her body stood before the mirror wet but cleaned of any dirt that had been there beforehand. The next step she needed to take was putting on her clothes for the party that would be taking place behind her summer home, and making sure they looked perfect on her before she stepped a single foot outside of the building.

Emily looked at herself for a few more moments before she turned away from the large, oval mirror standing before her, and headed over to the closed bathroom door that would lead her into her bedroom.

Time for me to kick things up a notch, and get myself looking in a way that will truly take Mark's breath away when he sets his eyes on me upon arriving to the party.

A shy smile danced across her face from the visual of her stealing his breath away just by the way she was dressed, and how she was presenting herself. The thought of doing it alone was enough to give her confidence a much needed boost from where it was.

Reaching the door to the room, Emily wrapped her right hand around the door knob, and gave it a pull, opening it up in a gentle yet fluid motion. She moved herself over the threshold of it, and pulled the door closed behind on her way from that room to the next.