Ch 3

The following week, Shane returned to Raw still somewhat perplexed by his last encounter with Eve. No woman had ever come on to him like that, or denied him in that fashion. Shane couldn't quite decide if he was pissed off at the ballsy Latina, or turned on. One thing he knew for sure, he wanted Eve in the sack by any means.

When Eve arrived to the arena Maryse called out to her.

"Eve, wait up!"

Eve turned to her friend and the two greeted each other with a peck on the cheek.

"Hey hon, how are?" Eve asked.

"How am I? How are you. I have been dying to know what happened between you and Shane last week. Did he try anything?" Maryse asked. It had been on her mind for a week now. She prayed Eve didn't do anything stupid by giving the dark haired McMahon what he wanted.

"Well, let's just say I played a little hard ball." Eve snickered remembering how she left Shane. Blue balls and all.

Maryse raised an eyebrow. She had no idea what that meant but from Eve's tone it didn't sound good.

"Just please be careful Eve. Shane may play along for a while but eventually he'll want what he wants, when he wants it." Maryse warned.

Eve smiled at Maryse. "Just a little harmless fun. He deserves it. I'll be careful, okay?" Eve smiled one last time at Maryse and then walked away. Maryse bit her lower lip. Worried her friend may be in over her head.

Bent over and ass in full view of Shane McMahon, Maryse was completely unaware the Boy Wonder was standing right behind her.

"Maryse, sweetheart, have moment?"

Maryse finished lacing her boot and then stood up to face Shane.

"Shane, I'd prefer if you didn't call me that."

Shane smirked and lifted the palms of his hands upward to plead innocence.

"Sorry….sweetheart." Maryse rolled her eyes. "I've noticed you and Eve are becoming quite close."

"She's a friend, yes." Maryse replied. Although she had at one time been putty in Shane's hands, she could now barely stand to be in his presence.

"Uh huh." Shane studied the woman before him, his eyes occasionally drifting to her cleavage.

"Anything else?" Maryse asked impatiently.

Shane smiled down at the young blonde. His wheels spinning. "As a matter of fact there is."

Shane moved in closer to Maryse and gently lifted his hand to run his fingers delicately down Maryse's cheek. The slight touch sending chills down her spine. "I don't want you two getting too close understand? Specifically as it pertains to discussing our history. I know how you women love to gossip. There's really no need for that in the workplace." Maryse rolled her eyes again, she could feel herself getting heated by the second.

Aggressively Maryse grabbed Shane's hand and pushed it away from her. "Don't worry Shane, your dick will get you in trouble sooner or later, and your Daddy will run out of ways to cover your ass." Shane raised an eyebrow, amused at the fieriness of his former lover. Maryse continued. "And another thing, if I find out that you've done anything to destroy Eve's spirit I will personally see to it that your balls are removed and served to you on a silver platter!" After her last statement Maryse slung her workout bag over her shoulder and stormed off down the hallway.

Still furious, Maryse marched over to Vince McMahon who was standing with several writers discussing the nights show.

"Excuse me Mr. McMahon, do you have a second?"

Vince looked down at Maryse and then over at his writers. "Stephanie, make sure these changes get made." He requested of his only daughter, then walked over to Maryse.

"What can I do for you?" He asked.

"It's about your son Shane."

Vince's face suddenly turned more stern. He loved his son Shane as much as any father would. It was one of the reasons he had worked so hard to keep his image and the company's clean. But when one of the WWE Diva's wants to talk to you about your son, it is never a good thing.

Vince looked around for a more private area and then ushered Maryse to a place they could talk.

"Okay, what about Shane?" he asked in his usual no nonsense manner.

"Well, I think he may have a thing for Eve and with Eve being so new and all I just don't want to see her career get ruined because, well because, Shane can't keep it in his pants."

Of course Vince knew exactly what Maryse was referring too, but her bluntness took him back a bit.

"Maryse, Shane's a grown man, what do you expect me to do?" Vince asked.

"Talk to him. Assign him to Smackdown. You're his father, the owner of this company." Maryse pleaded. She couldn't believe that Vince was acting as if there was nothing he could do about Shane's obvious disregard for any of the female wrestlers.

Vince looked down at Maryse as he placed both hands on her shoulders with outstretched arms.

"Listen, I've talked to Shane. He knows one more screw up and the board will likely withdraw his name from possible future board selections. He's cleaned up his act. If anything is going on with him and Eve, it's Eve who is asking for it. Not him. You should probably talk to her." Maryse couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was the old man really that blind? "Now if you'll excuse me."

As Vince walked away Maryse decided that if the CEO was not going to heed her warnings she would find someone herself to look after Eve.

As soon as Raw was over, Shane stood leaned against a wall near the women's locker room and waited for Eve to emerge. When she did, he hurried over to her making sure to block her forward path by standing with his arms folded across his chest.

"Uh, where are you going in such a hurry?' He asked.

"Heading out to meet the girls for a drink. Care to join?" She asked, making sure to sound as flirty as possible. She knew exactly why Shane was there. But he would not be getting what he wanted tonight.

Shane smiled down at her as if she had lost her mind. "Me hang out with under card talent at a local drink hole? I don't think so sweetheart." He replied snidely. "No offense."

God, he really was full of himself Eve thought. All the more enjoyable to mess with his head. Both of them.

"Aw, too bad. Well don't say I didn't ask."

As Eve started to walk away, Shane grabbed her by the arm.

"Wait one second. I think you should reconsider leaving me right now. You don't want to get on my bad side now do you?"

The way Shane made the remark was playful in its tone, but Eve understood full well it's underlying meaning. Shane had a lot of power in the wrestling business. Maybe it wasn't so smart to play games with a man who could ruin her entire career.

Eve kept up a strong appearance regardless of her current newfound hesitation. It was the only way she knew she could stay in control. Sooner or later she would have to avoid Shane all together, or just give him what he wanted and fuck him. But fucking Shane now would simply empower him even more. Eve wanted to prove that he couldn't have everything he wanted, especially when it came to women. She had yet to determine though when and how to put an end to what she had so clearly started.

Eve smiled slightly as the McMahon heir maintained his grip on her arm. She seductively ran a finger slowly up and down his broad chest, twirling her finger around his tie playfully.

Just as she was about to respond, Stephanie came walking around the corner, causing Eve to jump slightly as her heart nearly skipped a beat. The last thing she wanted was Stephanie thinking she was seducing her brother in order to get a push.

Shane stood there turning to his sister as if nothing was going on at all. His smile wide and charming.

"Hey sis."

"Hi Shane, Eve." Stephanie looked down at the other diva with an eyebrow arched.

"Hello Stephanie." Eve greeted. Then turned back to Shane. "Well, I should be going. Have a good night." It was exactly the distraction she needed to get away.

As she walked down the hallway and headed for her car, Eve started to wonder just what in the hell she was getting herself into.