Chapter 4

"You should get inside and warm up." His voice had dropped several octaves, sounding raspy and stepped up to her on his motorcycle. What a delicious sight.

Geneva nodded, watching as he reached into his saddlebag to pull out the McDonald's bag full of food both her and Uncle Mick, trying to snap out of the passion haze that clouded her brain. It didn't vanish, only increased when Undertaker's hands planted on her hips and lifted her off his bike, setting her on her feet in front of him. Her hips felt as if they'd just been engulfed in flames, the thin material of her top doing nothing to block his heated touch. She should've been screaming at him for practically kidnapping her, but all Geneva wanted to do was feel his body against hers again, feeling an unexplainable draw to him.

"Thanks…" She reached up, gently caressing the side of his face and smiled warmly. "You should get some rest. You still have a concussion, don't forget."

Taker bit back a snort, knowing she was concerned about him, for reasons he couldn't explain. Hell, he didn't know why he cared about her wellbeing either and chalked it up to her being Foley's niece. Contrary to popular belief, Taker and Foley were colleagues in the back and respected each other enough not to let their feud in the ring affect their personal lives.

"I will." All he wanted to do was cart her up to his room and do nothing but rest, to make her his completely, but now wasn't the time or place. "Geneva…"

Loving the sound of her name coming from his sensual mouth, Geneva reached up and brushed her lips against his left cheek, making sure to touch the bare spot on his chest. "Sweet dreams, Undertaker." She then walked away, running her fingers through the wet curls and headed upstairs to check on her Uncle Mick.

Undertaker watched her go once again, that jean skirt showing just how perfect and round her backside was, gently touch his cheek. Her lips were soft and warm, Undertaker wanted to feel them on other parts of his body, preferably his mouth. Fighting back the urge to chase after her, Undertaker stood out there for a few more minutes before reluctantly trekking inside, heading up to his own room. His new goal was to make sure that Geneva somehow wound up on the road with the WWF, his mind already twirling with several possibilities.

Arriving back to her Uncle Mick's hotel room, Geneva was not surprised to find him passed out on the bed, sleeping peacefully. She checked on him to be on the safe side and kissed his forehead feather lightly before heading into the bathroom. Her clothes were soaked and she had no other clothes with her, so Geneva walked back out to grab a t-shirt from her Uncle's bag, knowing he wouldn't mind. It would also cover all of her important parts since she only stood at 5'6.

Peeling out of her skirt and top, Geneva rung the water out of her hair as much as she could, draping her panties over the heater vent. It would take a while for them to dry, but there was no way she could sleep with drenched panties. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and finished up by draping her clothes over the shower rack before walking out. There was another bed in the room, thankfully, because the only thing Geneva had on was the t-shirt, everything else sopped from the rain.

Slipping under the thick comforter, Geneva turned and stared out the window, the sound of rain tapping against it very soothing. Her mind turned to Undertaker, wondering what he wanted with her and why he'd been concerned for her safety. It didn't make sense considering they'd only met a few hours ago and even then their times together were brief. So why did she feel the urge to want to leave her Uncle's hotel room and find his?

She could still feel the heat radiating through his leather vest as it soaked into her body, which is why she hadn't gotten chilled from the storm. His body heat alone was enough to keep her warm, enjoying every second of that motorcycle ride. Every time she closed her eyes, Geneva saw those hypnotic emerald orbs and heard his rugged husky voice in her mind. It'd been a while since Geneva felt this strong of an attraction to a man, since medical schooling didn't really give her a lot of time to date.

Geneva had two more weeks to decide where she wanted to start her internship and wondered what she would do. Undertaker would be gone tomorrow because the WWF was moving onto the next city and she had a long drive back home. It saddened her that she didn't have enough time to spend with her Uncle Mick, missing him since she had no friends to confide in. Being the niece of a famous person, that was one of the downfalls because Geneva didn't know who she could trust.

'Damn it, why the hell didn't I do something?' She thought, curling up and wrapped the comforter around her tighter, berating herself mentally.

Eventually, Geneva fell into a deep sleep and didn't hear Mick get up to use the bathroom, his blurred vision clearing after relieving himself. "What the hell?"

He noticed the pair of women panties on the heat vent along with the rest of his niece's clothes hanging over the rack, wondering what he missed. Mick stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the light off and stopped at the sight of his niece sleeping peacefully in the other bed, smiling softly. She must've gotten caught in the storm, which still raged outside. Shaking his head, Mick grabbed the McDonald's bag he spotted and quietly ate his food, turning the television on low so he didn't disturb Geneva.

If he only knew what really happened, Mick would've more than likely dropped dead of a heart attack.

"So, what happened to your clothes last night?"

Geneva almost choked on her eggs when her Uncle Mick asked that, pounding her chest a few times. "What?" She grunted, taking a long drink of her orange juice. "What do you mean?"

"I saw your clothes, Gen. I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night." Mick said, taking a bite of pancakes as they sat in the restaurant down the street from his hotel. "So?"

Did she tell the truth about what happened or lie? "I forgot I parked in the underground lot and went outside in the pouring rain. When I realized my mistake, I was drenched." That was believable enough, Geneva hoped, as she ate some toast. "I also noticed you ate the food I brought you, so it was worth the trip."

Of course Mick believed her, Undertaker never crossing his mind and reached over to grab his niece's hand, squeezing gently. "Thanks for that, you didn't have to go out. I fell asleep right after you left." He sighed, touching his forehead and smiled since he survived another battle with Undertaker.

"No problem, now eat your breakfast." She ordered with a wink and took a sip of coffee, needing the caffeine since she didn't get much sleep.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled, releasing her hand and went to back to eating, a comfortable silence developing between them since the food was delicious.

"How's your head?" Geneva asked while they waited in line to pay for breakfast, already having her money in hand.

"It's fine and put that money away." Mick ordered, shaking his head. "I got it, sweetheart."

"But…"

"Geneva, put that money away or else." Mick injected sternness to his tone, blue eyes narrowing and watched as she reluctantly slid the money back in her pocket. "Good girl. You need it far more than I do and, besides, I owe you for last night."

Geneva didn't agree and scowled playfully at her Uncle, hating when he spent money on her. She didn't love him for his fame and fortune, he was her blood, plain and simple. Though when Uncle Mick became stern with her, Geneva knew better than to argue with him and let him pay for the whole meal. They walked out of the diner into the sunlight, Mick instantly pulling his sunglasses out to slip them over his eyes.

"So listen Gen, I had an idea and wanted to run it by you." Mick said while they strolled to her car, still needing to go to the arena to grab his rental before grabbing a flight to the next area.

"Okay, what is it?" Geneva asked, wondering what was on her Uncle's mind and pulled her keys out to unlock the doors of her Camaro.

Mick stopped her from getting into her vehicle and turned her to face him, sliding his sunglasses on top of his head so they had eye contact. "Well first of all, how much time do you have off before your internship starts?" He asked, not wanting to say his idea until he had that answer.

"Two weeks, I didn't tell you?" Geneva frowned thoughtfully, feeling her stomach tighten and tilted her head slightly at him. "So what's your idea?"

"Well, I know we haven't seen each other in a while and one night isn't enough. So since you have some time free, I wanted to bring you on the road with me." Mick offered with a big smile, taking both of her hands in his. "I know you don't like seeing me get hurt, but maybe if you're on the road with me for a few weeks, you'll understand why I do this for a living."

Blinking, Geneva couldn't believe what her Uncle just offered her and tried wrapping her mind around it. Hadn't she had this same idea the previous night? Only she didn't think Uncle Mick would approve of it, so that's why Geneva hadn't asked him. Then again, maybe he'd hit his head too hard on that table in his match last night and wasn't thinking clearly.

"A-Are you sure about this?" She stammered, clearing her throat and beamed at his nod.

"Of course I am! I want you to come on the road for the next two weeks, Gen. I'll talk to Larry and see if he can give you some more training and experience too, if you want. Maybe Vince can even draw up some kind of agreement for it." Mick wouldn't mind his niece working for the WWF permanently, but one idea at a time. He didn't want to overwhelm her. "So, what do you think?"

'Undertaker.' That was Geneva's first thought, fighting back the heat that threatened to flood her body and already knew this was her chance. "When do we leave?" She laughed as Uncle Mick lifted her up and hugged her, spinning her around in a circle.

"Tonight, I'll call and get two later flights for us. That'll give you time to go home and get packed up. I'll go to Staten Island with you and help." Mick was giddy, glad his niece hadn't put up much of a fight, though he didn't know the real reasoning beyond her easy sanction.

"No, it's a 6 and a half hour drive from here, Uncle Mick. Plus a boat ride on top of it. So let me get on the road, go home and pack up while you take the flight. I'll take a flight tomorrow and meet you wherever the WWF is going next." There was no reason for Uncle Mick to come with her when he had obligations to the WWF and it would take her a while to pack up for two weeks on the road with him. "Now let's go get your rental."

Mick couldn't argue with that, as much as he wanted to, and sighed gently. "Okay Gen, whatever you want to do." He hugged her briefly, kissed the top of her curly head and slipped inside her Camaro.

20 minutes later, Geneva pulled up to the arena and parked next to his rental, hating whenever she parted from Uncle Mick. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

Mick nodded, both of them stepping out of the Camaro and he immediately pulled her into his arms, her head resting against his chest. "I'll have everything set up for you at the airport. Just call me before you get on the flight, okay?"

Geneva nodded, closing her eyes and gave Uncle Mick one more squeeze before letting go, watery blues meeting. "Make sure you add a backstage pass so I don't have a hard time getting in the arena."

"No need, I'll pick you up at the airport when you land and then we can go together." Mick didn't need her worrying about more than what was already on her plate, reluctantly breaking his hold on her. "Drive safe and call me when you get home so I'm not worrying about you."

Geneva nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek as Uncle Mick cupped her face, kissing her forehead. "I will, now get moving. You have a flight to catch and I have a long drive along with packing to do."

Mick nodded, winking and walked away from his niece to unlock his rental, driving away moments later. Geneva watched him go and finally let the rest of her tears fall, hating how emotional she was every time she said goodbye to her Uncle. It wouldn't be for long this time though, she would see him the next day, if she could make it home in time. Not wasting another second, Geneva wiped her tears away and slid into the Camaro, taking off heading for the highway.

Somehow, someway, on 4 hours of sleep, Geneva made it to the airport and slept through the entire flight. She arrived home around 7 PM and took two hours to pack three bags, hoping that would be enough for the road. Uncle Mick sent her the list of places they were going for the next two weeks, so she could pack the right type of clothes. The plane landed in Binghamton, New York –it was roughly 15 hours away from Staten Island, hence the plane ride- less than an hour later and Geneva had to be woken up in order to put her seatbelt on before landing.

Mick frowned as soon as he spotted his niece walking through the terminal and she looked ready to fall over. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. "Hey Gen." He greeted gently, embracing her and felt her lean against him, hearing the loud yawn from her lips. "You didn't sleep well?"

"No, I had to get everything done. I only got 4 hours of sleep." Geneva smiled up at him, her eyes looking droopy and let her Uncle guide her out of the airport, stopping briefly to grab her luggage.

"Well we have to go straight to the arena because I have a creative meeting." Mick felt bad, hating to see his niece so exhausted all because he wanted her on the road with him. "It shouldn't take too long and then maybe I can take you back to the hotel so you can rest."

"No, I'm fine, Uncle Mick." Geneva refused to let him put his plans on hold because of her, shaking her head. "I've got to learn what sleep deprivation is if I plan on going into the surgical field. I'll be fine, I just need some caffeine and a few minutes to fully wake up."

"Alright, come on then." Mick guided Geneva out to his rental car and tossed her bags in the trunk, taking off from the airport heading for the arena.