Chapter 3

"Indeed, I love the rain. Great sleeping weather, though I usually stay up to watch the storm if there is one." Geneva said, also admiring the lightning as it once again streaked across the sky, another louder rumble of thunder vibrating through them as she shivered.

When he opened his eyes, she had wrapped her arms around herself as if she was cold and Taker took a step towards her. "Cold?"

Geneva noticed him do that and felt her mouth suddenly go dry. "A little." She admitted softly, feeling his gaze penetrate her to the depths of her soul.

It was chilly outside in New York and the arena wasn't that well heated, which wasn't surprising. Geneva would never admit this openly, but the way Taker currently looked at her heated her blood. Hopefully Uncle Mick had a sweatshirt she could borrow or something, wondering what possessed her to wear a short sleeved top.

"How's your eye?"

"It is fine. Come on."

Without giving her time to say anything, Taker gently took Geneva's hand, automatically entwining their fingers together as if it were the most natural thing in the world and guided her back inside. His own dressing room was right down the hall, much closer than Mick's. He pushed open the door and only let go of her hand when they were inside, pulling a zip up sweatshirt off the back of a metal folding chair and held it open for her.

Geneva thought it was really sweet of him to offer her a sweatshirt, smiling, and slipped her arms into it, staring at the really long sleeves. She had to pull them up several times until her hands poked through because the sweater going down to the middle of her thighs, hanging off of her. This guy was gigantic!

"Thank you, Undertaker." She murmured softly, his scent engulfing her as Geneva pulled the other sleeve up until her other hand popped out, giggling.

"Just Taker." He corrected, smiling a half smile as she finished rolling up the other sleeve, his sweatshirt completely engulfing her. "Keep it, I have others." He said as an afterthought, glancing at his duffel bag and reached inside to pull out a pair of jeans.

Taker would shower at the hotel, where he could be alone without having to deal with 'locker checks' as the crew cleared out the arena. Jeans in hand, he sat down on a chair, aware she was nervously watching him and unlaced his boots. Moments like these made him wish he wasn't quite so tall since it was a long way to bend.

"Are you sure?"

When he nodded, Geneva couldn't help grinning as she zipped it up. She spotted another chair and walked over, sitting down on it, looking around curiously. The darkened locker room had just a dim light in it, though it was enough for her to see him clearly.

"You don't mind if I stay in here until my uncle comes hunting me down, do you Taker?"

"Not at all." His tone reverberated from deep in his chest as Taker glanced over at her, piercing her with his gaze again. "I did not realize Foley had a niece. Is this your first show?" If it was, she definitely had one hell of a first experience in the WWF.

Geneva shook her head, keeping the content smile on her face. "No, I've been to a couple, but I'm usually out there with the rest of the crowd. This time, I chose to stay in the back to watch it, especially after what happened last time I saw him perform." She didn't want to think about that, remembering how terrified she was when Uncle Mick took the spill off the ladder in the Boiler Room.

Taker was a very observant man and noticed the slight tension in her expression, wondering what that entailed. Rubbing his thumb along his eyes, Taker frowned, glancing down to see the ink from the etched teardrop on his cheek fading, sighing. Geneva noticed the sadness flash in his eyes and had a feeling he either didn't enjoy wearing the teardrop or if there was a deeper meaning.

Standing, she walked over to the sink in his dressing room, taking some paper towels and drenched them. Geneva folded them delicately and walked back over, handing it over to him with a small smile and soft kind blue eyes. Their fingers brushed together as he took the paper towel from Geneva, a volt of electricity rushing up her arm at the first touch. Her cheeks flushed slightly as Geneva took a step back and sat down again, trying to slow her suddenly racing heart.

Taker had also felt that volt, but decided against saying anything, keeping the conversation simple. "I do not recall seeing you around, not even backstage and I have been feuding with Foley for a while now." He stated thoughtfully and wondered if Foley had purposefully kept her hidden from everyone until now.

Geneva went to reply and closed her mouth when a knock sounded at Undertaker's dressing room door, following her Uncle Mick's voice. "Hey Taker, is Geneva in there?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Taker bought the urge to bash Foley's head into his door, hating that his time with Geneva had come to an abrupt end. "Come in."

"There you are, Gen. I've been looking all over for you." Mick sighed with relief as soon as he saw his niece, though he didn't like the wrestler she decided to hang with. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

"Nothing much, I stepped outside for some air and got cold, so Taker brought me back inside to warm up." Geneva said smoothly, noticing how exhausted her Uncle Mick was and frowned, walking over to him. "Let's get you back to the hotel, so you can rest." She smiled at her Uncle, letting him know with her eyes nothing happened with Taker and stood up from the chair. "Thanks again for keeping me company, Taker. You're a sweetheart." Winking, Geneva giggled when she had to roll the sleeves up again, shaking her head.

"I'm fine and wanna take you out…" Mick trailed off, letting out a long yawn and felt his eyes drooping, the adrenaline gone.

Taker snorted, folding his massive tattooed sleeved arms across his chest and simply stared back at her. "Worry about him, darlin'. And you're welcome." He didn't bother hiding the huskiness in his tone and watched as they both walked away toward her car, his head tilting slightly to watch Geneva's backside sway with every step she took.

"You look dead on your feet, Uncle. We can do dinner some other time." Geneva wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his cheek. "Now come on, I'll drive, stay with you for the night and then we can get your rental car tomorrow." Her tone left no room for argument, blue eyes moving back to Taker briefly. "Thanks for the company, Undertaker. You should also rest."

Stroking his goatee in thought, Taker contemplated several things and knew Foley would not go for any of them. There had to be a way to get his beautiful niece to come on the road, even for a few weeks, which would give Undertaker plenty of time to get what he wanted. Fresh out of medical school and from what Foley said, Geneva had not decided where she wanted to do her internship at, so she had some time to kill. Smirking, Undertaker slipped into the darkness with thoughts of the chestnut corkscrew curly beauty invading his mind.

Once Geneva arrived at her Uncle's hotel, she guided him inside and was thankful he'd already checked in earlier that day before the show. He didn't put up anymore fight as she gently but firmly pushed him into bed, pulling his shoes off and covered him up with the comforter. Why did Uncle Mick put himself through this all the time? Geneva hated seeing him in any kind of pain because he was the sweetest man she'd ever met, who practically raised her since her father wasn't around that much. Mick and her Aunt Collette were more like parents to her than anything.

"There, all snug like a bug in a rug." Geneva murmured, giggling softly and kissed Uncle Mick's forehead. "You still have a half an hour before you can go to sleep, do you want me to order you anything?"

Mick thought it over for exactly three seconds and nodded, taking Geneva's hand squeezing it gently. "Just a cheeseburger and some fries sound good. But if they don't have that here, just get me whatever." He smiled, glad his niece had decided to come to the show because he missed her.

"You got it, just stay put and do NOT fall asleep or I'll be forced to wake you up again." Picking the phone up on the nightstand, Geneva press the button that linked directly to the cafeteria and sighed when they informed her they were closed for the evening. "Okay thanks." She hung up, looking at her Uncle and knew she would have to go out to get him something to eat.

"Gen, don't worry about it…"

"No, Uncle Mick you need to eat something. I won't be long. I'll run to the McDonald's down the street and get you what you want." She already had keys and purse in hand, having left it in her vehicle so she didn't have to worry about it while at the show.

Mick felt bad, not wanting his niece to go to all this trouble for him. "Geneva…"

"I'll be back, just relax and try to stay awake." Since it was less than a half an hour, if he fell asleep it wouldn't be dangerous to his concussion.

Geneva headed out of the hotel, taking the back stairs that lead to the underground parking garage. It was late, Geneva realized, but she had to get her Uncle Mick something to eat so he didn't go to bed starving. That match had taken a lot out of him, so he had to be hungry, pain or not. Before Geneva could get to her car, however, a motorcycle suddenly flew into the parking garage, making her freeze in her tracks.

What the hell was this foolish woman doing out here alone? Taker slowed down until he stopped his bike in front of her, slightly damp since it started sprinkling on the ride from the arena. Turning his bike off, Taker dismounted slowly and flipped his wet dark auburn hair from his eyes, giving her a once over to make sure she was alright.

"What are you doing out here, Geneva?" He demanded, his voice rough from both out of exhaustion and barely contained desire.

Geneva could only stare back at him with wide ocean blues, feeling her stomach clenching pugnaciously at the look in those green eyes that had turned slightly dark. "Room service is closed, so I was going out to get my Uncle something to eat." She quietly said, not backing away when Undertaker closed the space between us. "Didn't want him going to bed hungry."

"This is not a safe town for you to be venturing in alone." He stated, feeling a possessiveness overtaking him and reached a black fingerless gloved hand up to run his finger down her cheek. "I am sure Foley would agree with me."

His voice could melt the coldest regions of the world, Geneva was sure of it, and couldn't believe how hot her cheek became by his simple touch. "He tried convincing me to stay put, but he needs to eat…" Her eyes drifted shut when his finger moved from her cheek over her bottom lip, finally hooking it under her chin.

"Your safety is more important." Taker did not back down like Foley apparently did and watched as her beautiful eyes opened to stare into his. "Where did you plan on going?"

"Just McDonald's down the street." She murmured, wondering why he cared and watched as his head slowly lowered to where their noses practically touched.

The woman would not change her mind, even with his intimidation factor, so Taker knew what he had to do. "Get on." He ordered gravely, gesturing to his motorcycle, not giving her a choice. "I am taking you or you are not going. Your choice."

Normally, Geneva would've ripped him a new asshole if he was any other man, but Undertaker was one of a kind and it touched her how concerned he was, or seemed to be. "It's raining and, even though I do love storms, I don't think it's safe and smart to ride on a motorcycle. So you can come with me, but we need to take my car."

"Woman…"

Taker pinched the bridge of his nose, squared his shoulders and suddenly planted his hands on her hips, lifting and planting her on the back of his motorcycle. A second later, he mounted in front of her and took her arms, wrapping them around his waist since he assumed she didn't ride often, or ever. Geneva blinked as they took off out of the parking garage into the stormy night and pressed her cheek against Undertaker's back, not believing this was happening.

His huge body blocked her from the rain stinging her face, though that didn't stop the rest of her body from being drenched as it began down pouring. Taker didn't mind the rain spitting in his face, welcoming it actually as lightning streaked across the sky, the thunder coinciding with the rumble from his motorcycle. The feeling of Geneva pressed against him lit his blood on fire, so the weather didn't chill him like it probably did her. She's the one who wanted to be a foolish woman and go out late at night, so the least Taker could do was make sure she didn't wind up dead somewhere.

When they arrived at McDonald's, Geneva quickly ordered what her Uncle Mick wanted, along with something for herself and offered to buy for Undertaker. He declined, having eaten the food from the cafeteria at the arena and took the food, placing it in one of the saddlebags so it didn't get drenched on the ride back to the hotel. All she could do was hold on tight and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling pressed against Undertaker and didn't realize her skirt had hiked up a few inches, nearly flashing her panty clad backside to other drivers.

Once they arrived back in the parking garage, Geneva reluctantly let him go as Undertaker dismounted the motorcycle, turning to face her. She was soaked from head to toe, the corkscrew curls in her hair blending together looking like small waves. Rivulets of rain water slid down the small gander of Undertaker's chest and Geneva's eyes followed it, finally looking up into those emeralds. Taker had done the same thing Geneva did, watching as little trickles of water slid down her beautiful legs, the top clinging to her chest like a second skin.

He wanted her.