Author: meaghyn PM
One thing Wrenn Moody should learn is to never mix business with pleasure. OOC Mark Calaway, Glenn Jacobs, Bill Moody and various other WWE charactersRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,737 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 09-22-08 - Published: 09-16-08 - id: 4541334
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Slight – I mean just a hint – of sexual content.
Just FYI since I know this is old school: Brian Gerrard was Road Dogg Jesse James back in the day, and Monty Sopp played Billy Gunn
Mark paced the hotel lobby a bit nervously. He wasn't sure what he exactly wanted from Wrenn, but he did know he wanted to get to know her and he did know he was physically attracted to her, eventually he just shrugged it off as having a new female around. Most of the women around the WWF were cookie cutter silicone barbies. Wrenn was different, and he liked that. He also had another obstacle getting in his way, Bill. He didn't want to upset Bill, but at the same time Bill knew what he wanted he almost always got – but what was it he wanted?
Mark's thoughts were interrupted by Wrenn brushing past him and he felt his arm jolt in response. He glanced over his shoulder and took in her appearance, jeans, a white sweater, and she was wearing the highest heeled boots he'd ever seen. She had swept her black hair up into a pony tail and her eyes were outlines with a smoky look.
"Aren't you afraid you're gonna fall in those boots, girl?" Mark felt tingles down his spine when she looked at him, those eyes of her seeming to break past his visade.
"Nah, I have to feel taller around you men. Makes me feel superior in a way if I can at least look at you in the chest." She flashed him a smile and waited for her uncle and Glenn to catch up.
"Alright, where too? I'm starving." Glenn said standing beside Wrenn.
"You're always starving," Bill replied plopping the keys into Mark's hands, "You're driving dead man." Mark nodded and moved past cautiously grabbing her elbow pulling her towards the car.
"Don't want ya to fall darling, why not take my arm for support." He saw the wary look she gave him and felt Bill's eye bore into the back of his head, but he shrugged it off. He felt her tiny hand slip through the crook in his arm as they continued to walk towards the car.
"So… do you want to make my uncle mad?" Wrenn asked without looking up at him, but he saw the smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Why do you say that?"
"He filled me in…"
"Did he now, mind filling me on the reaction?"
"Let's just say… it won't be dull." Mark smirked at what she had to say, he had to be honest, it had been a while since anyone had flirted with him. Since splitting with Jodi and being on the road, women would throw themselves at him, but never did they flirt. He felt like a man on the chase again, wondering if he could catch what he was getting ready to go after. Mark help open the front passenger door for Wrenn to sit down in and moved around the other side, catching a warning look from Bill, Mark just winked at him and climbed in and made their way to the resteraunt.
Wrenn looked out the window as they drove, occasionally catching the looks her uncle was giving Mark in the side mirror. She couldn't help but smirk to herself, her uncle has filled her in while they were getting ready back in the hotel that Mark seemed to have a slight crush on her; and as much as she hated to admit it to herself, she found him dangerously attracted to him.
"So, how do you think you're going to fare here, Wrenn?" Glenn asked pulling himself in the gap between Mark and Wrenn's seats in the car.
"I hope fairly well, I'm a little nervous over who I'll be managing."
"Who are you managing?"
"Dwayne Johnson, Brian Gerrard, and Monty Sopp."
"Ahh.. fresh faces trying to make it up in the world…"
"Yeah, my goal is to make them stables, I hope it works." They continued to make small talk until the finally pulled up to Logan's Steakhouse. By now, Wrenn was starving, she hadn't eaten since breakfast and the smell of food assaulted her nose.
"Hungry darlin'?" Mark asked her with a deep southern drawl moving up beside her.
"Get whatever you want, it's on me."
"It most certainly is not!!" her uncle cried out coming along the other side of her, "I can buy my own niece dinner!"
"That's fine, all the more reason for me to take her out later." Wrenn watched her uncle shoot Mark a look as he opened the door and allowed her to step in, yes, this was going to be the most interesting job yet.
Bill watched all evening as Mark eyed his niece, he had to admit, Mark didn't seem to be just wanting a fling with her but at the same time he couldn't tell what Mark's intentions were, period. He also had to admit that Wrenn seemed to be enjoying Mark's company and it was good to see her comfortable in her own skin. He just prayed Mark would remember his manners and morals when it came to Wrenn.
Mark could honestly say that he enjoyed Wrenn's company, she was one of the most laid back people he had ever met. He snuck another glance of her in the back seat, Bill had decided he would ride shot gun claiming "car sickness." Mark knew the man was lying, but he couldn't blame him. Mark would want to keep himself away from pretty nieces too. Every not and again when he would look back Wrenn would meet and hold his gaze. He couldn't let this night end and by the time they got to the hotel, he had concocted a plan.
"Wrenn, do you want to go grab some hot chocolate or coffee or something, since your uncle wouldn't let me be the gentleman that I am, and buy you dinner?"
"I would love some hot chocolate." Wrenn smiled at him and gave her uncle a look. She knew what he was doing, could it be she enjoyed giving her uncle a shock?
"Wrenn… I don't know…" Bill said warily at his watch.
"Oh Uncle Bill, I'm a grown woman. And as Mr. Calaway said, he's a gentleman. Don't you trust him?" Wrenn had backed him into a corner, and Mark couldn't help but smile.
"I do. Just…"Bill looked at Mark, "Be careful with her, she's precious cargo." Mark and stood there with Wrenn and watched as Glenn laughed and patted Bill on the back.
"Come on pops, let's go see if any of the guys want to go play some cards." Glenn bellowed out and cast Mark a wink. Mark looked back at Wrenn who was already looking at him.
"There's a little coffee shop, not far from here, if you're up for walking. I know it's cold, here you can take my jacket." Before Wrenn could protest he removed his big leather jacket and hauled it over her shoulders.
"Thanks Dead Man." Mark opened the door of the hotel for her and slid beside her walking towards the coffee shop. It had been a while since he had done this, and he felt like his heart was going to pound through his chest.
"So.. what did you uncle say about me."
"You're a man whore… if you want it word for word." Wrenn chuckled out.
"Did he now? Man, don't I have some explaining to do…"
"Mmm… especially if you want to keep my attention."
"Keep? Aren't we self assured?"
"Yeah, so? I can become un-interested in you, it's not that far from the hotel you know…" Wrenn stopped and looked at him, a smile playing on her lips and her eyes dancing against her complexion. Mark grabbed her by the arm and tugged her towards him, bringing her right against him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
"Nah, why would I want a pretty little thing like you escaping my grasp. Gotta keep you interested as long as possible with all these other men eyeing you up and down." He watched the top of her head as she shook her head and muttered something under her breath. They whisked into the coffee shop and it was too crowded to really sit and talk, so they decided to get their coffee to go and walk back to the hotel.
"Alright, college… I have to admit, the first time I met you… you seemed… umm…" Mark sought for the words.
"Cold? Prudish? Librarian type?"
"Umm… yeah." Wrenn shrugged her shoulders at him and took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"College brought me out of my shell, I roomed with a cosmetologist, she gave me a make over, I joined a sorority, they helped me with social skills. It all just clicked for me by my sophomore year."
"Bet you got a lot of dates."
"A few, most of the guys were idiots, what about you? Weren't you married the last time I saw you?"
"Yeah… that went down hill fast. We married before I got famous and she just couldn't handle it. It was the right thing to do, my lifestyle wasn't fair to her."
"Well… not that I'm an advocate for divorce, but I can see your point, so what did you do after that?"
"I uh, well… I guess that's where my man whore stage came in." Wrenn laughed up at him and took another sip of her chocolate.
"Chill big guy, I'm not gonna judge you. I'm sure it's tough out here on the road." Mark felt a sense of relief that she didn't think any less of him; he really was starting to like her.
"So, aside from your uncle saying I was a man whore, anything else?"
"Hmm… oh… to never ever even remotely allow you to get close to me. Ever."
"Mmm, he's a bit protective; but I think I can take care of myself…"
"Even around someone like me?"
"Maybe…" She grinned up at him and stilled her movements tossing her coffee cup into the trash can beside her. Mark looked around and decided to take a chance, it has just began to snow and she just looked too damn gorgeous standing there. He snaked an arm around her and pulled her close breathing in her scent, she smelled like vanilla and jasmine and that alone about did him in. Her eyes were full of mischief as she placed both hands on his chest to keep her balance.
Mark took in her features how calm and at ease she was around him, she cocked her head to one side and quirked her brow at him and he realized he was doing nothing but staring at her.
"What? Cat got your tongue."
"Can I kiss you?" Wrenn's eye brows shot up in surprise.
"I don't know… depends…"
"On…?" Mark tilted his head to the side and slightly back looking down at her.
"You've got to promise not to fall for me."
"You never mix business with pleasure, Mr. Calaway…"
"Wrenn…" Mark leaned down and lowered his voice, he could feel the moisture from her breathing, "call me Mark…"
"Alright…" Wrenn lowered her voice to a whisper and snaked her hands behind his neck… "You never mix business with pleasure…. Mark." Mark took in a deep breath and placed a hand on her cheek cupping her face, moving even closer to her lips.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take," and Mark finally moved in, taking away the little space between them and claimed her lips with his. He brought her body closer to his wanting nothing more than to mesh completely with her body, while he deepened the kiss, teasing her lips with his tongue urging her to explore deeper. Their tongues met and he felt the tingle up his spine, she gently lured his tongue into her mouth and gently sucked on it, causing his pants to suddenly become tight thinking of something else she could be sucking on. Mark pushed her against the wall behind them and bit her bottom lip as he did so. What are you thinking? You're making out with your managers niece! You need to stop, now. How will this exactly end? But Mark's thoughts were interrupted when he felt her slow this kiss down and finally stopping. Mark kept his eyes closed trying to hold onto this moment for as long as he could, and to still his breathing.
"You okay big guy?"
"Yeah…" Mark said in a raspy tone his eyes still remaining closed.
"Gonna open your eyes any time soon?"
"Maybe…" Mark grinned and finally opened his eyes staring down at her. Her lips were puffy and she had a slight red rash on her lips from his goatee. He sighed and moved slightly back realizing how cold it had gotten outside.
"I think we should head back to the hotel before my uncle sends out a search party."
"Yeah, you rooming with your uncle for the next few months?"
"Nah, just for tonight, why? Gonna abduct me?"
"Maybe…" Mark threw an arm over her shoulder and brought her close as they walked back to the hotel. He wasn't sure what this meant but he knew one thing, Wrenn had his interest and he had it bad.