This whole conversation suddenly gotalot more interesting in Stephanie's mind. She leaned forward, even managing a genuine half-smile. "Sooo..." She purred. It definitely helped that she thought she was getting a cold, it added a nice smoky tone to her voice. She could see that it had an effect on him from the sudden widening of brown eyes, his gaze boring into her own. "Hunter, if you've got something to say, just say it already. In case you have yet to notice, I'm sort of busy right now. I don't have the time for you and your pathetic games anymore. If you've got something to say, say it, otherwise, I need to go find my newest Smackdown signee. I'm going to make him huge."
"You are, are you?" Stephanie couldn't understand the jerk's sudden laugh, but she did know that she didn't appreciate it--or get a good feeling about it.
Her eyes got that fiery glare, the glare that said you were on "Steph's list"…he suspected it was getting to be one hell of a long list by now, and he took a certain amount of pride in keeping himself at or near the very top of it. She was a worthy adversary, after all…
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Maybe." Hunter taunted. "What's it to you?"
"It's everything to me. That little grin of yours always has some hidden message behind it."
"Nice observation there, Steph."
He flashed a sexy, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth smile, before leaning towards her.
"So, what's the hidden message this time?" He asked in damn near a whisper.
Stephanie had to keep control of her hormones or Hunter would drive her over the edge. Just because they were divorced didn't change the fact that the man was sexy as all hell.
She bit her lower lip before replying, "I don't know. But I'm sure I'll soon find out. I always do."
"That you will." He added, smirking.
Stephanie couldn't take it anymore. This whole conversation was going to slowly drive her insane. Then…she got a tiny idea. It probably wouldn't work, but what the hell? She'd give it a go. She stood up and walked over to the arm of Hunter's chair and sat on it, leaning onto his shoulder. "Hunter, I'm going to find out one way or the other. So why not save the games for another time and just tell me what you're up to?" She whispered into his ear while running a manicured finger along his jaw line.
"I uhhh, umm." Hunter began, but was cut off as Stephanie nipped and slightly licked his earlobe. It always drove him crazy and she knew that!
She knew that! Damn it. Now he knew what she was getting at. He was always at his most vulnerable when she did things like this to him. Well, it was not happening this time. He'd just have to resist her.
Am I serious? I'm going to resist her? Am I going nuts?
Hunter tried to gently slide away from her. It didn't work. She pulled him back, and he found that he wasn't resisting very hard.
Stephanie knew she was winning. She had him right where she wanted him, now all he had to do was spill. She smirked to herself, and even though that smirk was quite unnoticeable, Hunter still felt it against his skin.
That seemed to motivate him enough, seeing as how he gently but effectively pushed Stephanie off of the chair.
"What the hell?" She asked with a bit of an attitude
"I was about to ask you the same thing!" He bit out. "What game are you playing at, Steph?" Using the armrest for leverage, she pulled herself off of the floor.
"No game, Hunter. Just giving you a taste of your own medicine. What do you think you're playing at?" She suddenly caught a glimpse of the clock behind Hunter's shoulder. Before he could say anything she gasped and ran for the door. "Whatever the hell this all is, Hunter, it will just have to have to wait for another time. I have far more important things to attend to right now and--"
"Like Mr. America's debut?" Hunter queried smoothly. There was something in the way he said that, in the way it was pitched...Stephanie turned slowly. "What have you done? Why are you here? I'm not--I'm not asking again." She whispered firmly.
He stood still a moment. Nodded. "Okay, Steph. No more teasing. Well...the reason I'm here...I wanted to be the one to introduce you to Mr. America. He's a close, personal friend. I thought I'd do you the favor of a proper introduction. He's a hard guy to impress."
"So you're doing me a favor?" Stephanie laughed. "Yeah, and my father just decided to start giving money to charities all around the globe because he's such a good, upstanding, decent man."
Hunter startled her by walking across the room, his back to her as he rummaged through a duffel bag. She was so angry, she couldn't even stand to look at him. She bit her lip and stared at the concrete wall instead, biting out: "You're pathetic, Hunter. That's what you are. You're a sad, miserable, low excuse for a human being and--"
"And I'm all yours, babe. Meet Mr. America."
Stephanie tore her gaze from the concrete. What the fu--? Hunter turned around, red, white and blue mask on his face, his hair pulled behind his head. Stephanie shook her head in denial.
No. No. No way was this happening. She was not this cursed, she wasn't...what the hell had she ever done to deserve this s.o.b. ruining her life at each and every single turn? Stephanie did the only thing she could think to do.
She started screaming.