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"So you know what to do right?"

Trish brushed off her breasts, like there was some dust on it or something. She looked up at Shane coyly, her smile just turning up the sides of her mouth as her brown eyes gazed at him intently. "Of course I know what I'm doing," she told him. "It's not rocket science, Shane. I think I know how to seduce a man."

"I'm sure you do," he told her, his eyes traveling up and down her body. "I'm sure you do…"

"You like what you see, don't you?" she said, taking a step closer to him. She liked Shane. Was it as much as she liked some of the other men she'd been with in the past? No, but Shane could offer more, so much more. She knew what he was worth, everyone did, and she would be lying if she said the money wasn't appealing. Trish's family had never been rich, but they hadn't been poor. Still, they were not billionaires and when she looked at Shane, dollar signs flitted through her head.

"Can you blame me?" Shane asked her.

Trish giggled a little bit and then took another step forward, getting even closer to Shane. She bit her bottom lip before her tongue darted and licked said lip. Shane was staring at her face and she had to appreciate that his eyes didn't immediately go to her cleavage, which was prominent and nearly on full display. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss and pressed her hand to the back of his neck. His hand snaked around her waist and she let herself fall into the kiss. Shane was so easy, but so were most men. They could be manipulated into doing her bidding and she loved it. She loved using herself to get what she wanted. It always worked.

Shane finally pulled away and ran his hand roughly over his mouth. "You've got to find him."

"I will, I will," Trish said impatiently. "There's plenty of time, the show hasn't even started yet. I will find him, it's better if I find him without Stephanie anyways."

"Don't worry, I've got that covered."

"You do?" Trish asked. "How do you have that covered? Do you really think of everything, Shane McMahon?"

"If you want to get what you want, you have to think of everything," Shane said. "I have someone to distract Stephanie and then she'll be out of the room and you will go find Chris and you'll work your magic. If we're lucky, they won't even be here together. I don't really know if they're keeping it up for appearances or whatever, but we have to think about that."

"They probably will because they don't want anyone to know the truth," Trish said with a laugh, "but you can't hide everything and once Stephanie sees me with Chris, she's going to be so pissed and she'll probably never want to see him again."

"That's what I'm banking on," Shane said. "I want to make it so she never wants to see his face again. When I take over, I can fire him or something, I'd take great pleasure in doing that."

"Aww, why would you want to do that though," Trish pouted, "you should just let me have my fun with him. I can still have fun with you too, I'm very open like that."

"I wouldn't want his sloppy seconds, I'm Shane McMahon, I don't settle for second best."

"I like a man who knows what he wants," Trish practically purred, leaning on her tip toes so she could kiss Shane's neck, letting her tongue lave his skin. "I guess it wouldn't be a huge loss to lose Chris. So what if he's champion right now, you can put it on whomever you want to put it on once you're in charge."

"That's right," Shane said, thinking about the power he would have once his little sister's heart was broken. She would never know what hit her because she'd be too busy crying over the loss of her precious husband. Where did she get off even getting married in the first place? He'd gone out of his way to like Test, to think of the man as a non-threat, someone who would keep Stephanie tucked against his side for all time, only to have his sister hoodwink him.

Test would have made the perfect husband for her, someone who was so weak that they wouldn't have threatened his position in the company. He should have known Chris was no good from the moment he arrived. He was brash, opinionated, and grossly independent and he was rubbing off those qualities onto Stephanie. Stephanie used to do what their father wanted, like a good daughter, someone who was just a follower, but not a leader. Whatever Chris had done had made her into something she had never been and Shane didn't like it. He didn't like that she was challenging him for his position.

Once Chris was out of the picture though, things could go back to normal. Maybe his sister would even go back to Test and run off to have a million children and then she would really be out of the picture. He smirked at the thought of her living her life in some house somewhere, far, far away from the business. This was what he wanted. Trish was just a pawn and once he had the power, he would kick her to the curb like the whore she presented herself to be. She was good for an easy lay, but not much else.

"You better get going," Shane said, "I don't want you screwing this up."

"I'm not going to screw it up," Trish asserted. "Stop acting like I'm some idiot. I was in medical school, I'll have you know. I know what I'm doing and I probably know a lot more than you do so stop bossing me around or I will take my services elsewhere."

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm just on edge tonight, you understand, right?" Shane sweet-talked her.

"Yeah, I get it," Trish calmed down. "I guess I can go find him now. Do you think there's been enough time for everyone to settle in so it doesn't look suspicious?"

"I definitely think so," Shane nodded, then kissed her briefly. "Go work your magic, I'll get Stephanie out of the way right now so she won't be there to bother you…if she is there."

"Okay," Trish nodded and set off for her destination.

Chris looked over at Stephanie as she did some paperwork at the desk in their locker room. Her lips were turned up in a serene smile and her face looked clean and bright, her makeup minimal and her hair pulled back in a simply ponytail, a few wisps escaping here and there. "You look like someone who just got laid."

Stephanie giggled as she looked up, "I do not."

"You have that satisfied, 'I got laid this morning,' look. It's okay that you're not familiar with it," Chris told her, "you haven't been with any guys, but I recognize it from a mile away…mainly because I'm the one that put it there."

"Be quiet," she chastised him, "you aren't supposed to say things like that around here, prying ears and all that and I really don't want our sex life broadcast for the world to know, okay?"

"Why not, I think people assume we're having sex, we are married," he pointed out.

"Because we're supposed to be on the outs and it's gross thinking about us having sex," Stephanie scrunched her nose up adorably. "I want people to mind their own business is what I want." Stephanie's walkie-talkie buzzed to life and she grabbed it to listen to someone on the end trying to contact her. "Yes, this is Stephanie, what's the problem, over."

"We needed your approval for some new pyros for the show, can you come down to the ring to see them go off? Over." a production assistant said.

"Of course, over" Stephanie said, turning off the walkie-talkie. "That's odd, I didn't approve new pyros for the show. Well, maybe someone is getting a little industrious."

"It couldn't hurt to change things up a bit," Chris shrugged. "Just to keep the fans on their toes and it could make the show look a lot cooler."

"Good point," she said, pushing herself up from her desk. She walked past Chris and gave him a quick peck on the lips when he turned up to face her. "I'll see you in a little bit I guess."

"Remember to act a little disgruntled now that you aren't around me, like we just had a fight or we're not talking or like you didn't get laid last night and this morning," Chris told her, his eyebrows wiggling playfully as he pulled Stephanie down into his lap quickly. "Do you think you can take that cute smirk off your face?"

"Stop, I won't be able to if you do anything now," she said, trying to pull away from him, but he wasn't letting her budge much.

"Okay, okay, sorry," he kissed her cheek. "Go be the boss."

"I am," she said, blowing him a kiss before she opened the door. She acted grumpy as she stalked down the hallway and it was this visage that Trish saw and she smirked. Stephanie looked downright pissed and this worked to Trish's advantage. She slipped into the women's bathroom and touched up her lip gloss and pulled down her top a little to reveal more of her cleavage before she went and walked straight to Chris's locker room. She nodded quickly and Chris jumped up from the couch and walked over to the door.

Trish lit up when she saw Chris and Chris lit down when he saw her. "What do you want, Trish?" Chris said, trying not to sound annoyed, but when you were annoyed, it was hard to come off as anything but that.

"We never got to finish our talk from last night," she told him with a slight pout, "but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Then what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked, hoping, but knowing that it wasn't going to be a simple yes or no question that would allow him to go back to what he was doing, which was anything that didn't involve Trish Stratus. Her shirt was nearly past her breasts and Chris had to wonder if any man could be so dense as to not realize her intentions.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that I could get some wrestling tips from you," Trish told him. "I know that you're really good and I'm always at ringside with my guys and I figured that in case something should go wrong, I should be able to defend myself, don't you think? I really think that would look good if like, I could actually do some moves because then I'd be more versatile to watch."

"Why don't you ask one of your guys then?" he told her. "I'm sure they would be more than willing to help you out with that. Aren't you working with a bunch of them? I figure they know just as much as I do."

"Oh, but probably not," Trish told him. "I've heard that you've studied everywhere and since you know all those styles, you probably know so much more than them and you could probably offer me some great advice?"

"Why don't you find one of the women to help you, I'm a guy, what I can do and what you can do are two totally separate things. If you're nice enough, Chyna might be able to show you some moves," Chris said, not getting suckered into this if he could help it.

"Still, I just think you would be the best man for the job."

"And I'm telling you I wouldn't be."

"Why won't you help me? Do you want me to get slaughtered out there?"

"Why would I care if you got slaughtered out there? You're not my valet so why should I care? You have three guys at least who you are a valet to, right? Ask them, they would help you, I'm nothing to you, Trish, nothing," Chris told her, fed up with her behavior.

"This isn't over, Chris," Trish said, stomping out of the room. "This isn't over."

Trish realized it was going to take a lot more to crack Chris Jericho.