Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or real people in this story. The characters belong to WWE and the real people own themselves. There is also swearing and adult situations, so if you're underage, there is nothing to see here, go read one of my other, innocuous stories. I'm just playing around with them for a while and I'll put them all back nicely when I'm done.

A/N: Okay, so this is another new one from me, I know, I know, the girl is nuts about her Chris/Stephanie. And yes, yes, I am. Anyways, so this takes place before Chris entered the WWF. It's a take on the part of his autobiography where he went to Vince's for that secret meeting. It plays on the idea of what if he had met Stephanie there that day when he went to the secret meeting.

The rating is a T, but I may have to move it to M, I'm not sure yet. Anyways, please leave me a review and let me know what you think and if I should continue this or not. If not, I guess I'll remove it. :P But if you want to be brutal, go right ahead, if you want to be nice, be my guest. Just review, thanks! Enjoy! :)

There were just some things you didn't write about, some things that you didn't let the world know. Chris knew that his book was going to be read by millions so he knew what parts to keep close to his chest and what to reveal. He had been candid throughout the book, but there were parts that he left out. He still had to live his life and he didn't want to put his entire soul out there. So he had fibbed a little bit. What was that called when writers took liberties? Oh yes, creative license. Chris was just using his creative license.

Shane had met him at the door that day, the day that he had met with Vince McMahon for the first time. That was all true. He had met with Vince and his "inner circle." He had sat in on a production meeting and Vince had tried to make the hard sell to him. He appreciated the fervor at which Vince pursued him. He had never been so actively wanted before and it was a nice feeling to know that you were so talented that people were starting to take notice. He had been feeling lost in the crowd in WCW.

But that was all he told. He didn't tell of the other story.

He walked up to the door and it was nerve-wracking. He didn't even know what to expect on the other side. Just that he had a meeting with Vince McMahon, a secret meeting at that. He felt like a spy or a traitor, crossing over into enemy territory. For all intents and purposes he was kind of being a traitor. Still, this is what he wanted. He wanted to be in the WWF and that was his dream.

Shane had answered the door with a hand already extended, "Hey, welcome, Chris, I'm Shane."

"Hey," Chris said, shaking the man's hand. He looked to be the same age. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too, I've been watching your tapes, you're good, my dad likes you too, so don't be nervous."

He was grateful for the reassuring words, "Thanks, I think I needed to hear that."

"Yeah, I mean, my dad is really rolling out the red carpet for you," Shane told him as he closed the door behind Chris. "He doesn't usually do this for people, but with the whole ratings war thing going on, he's willing to pull out all the stops."

"I understand, even if it is a little daunting," Chris said.

He turned to look at Shane and saw a dart of brown flash through a room and he blinked a little bit, wondering who that was, but not putting much thought to it. If this house ended up being haunted, he was going to politely ask to leave. Shane showed him into another room where all of the head honchos from the company were sitting. If Chris were so inclined, he would've been pulling at the collar of his shirt right now. He was trying not to show his nervousness around such powerful men, but he probably looked like a little kid about to get a lecture from his father.

"Chris, nice to see you," Vince said with friendliness. Chris went up and shook his hand again as Vince introduced him to the other men at the table. Chris said his hellos to them all and then took a seat where Vince instructed him to sit.

He really wished that he had a glass of water right now. His mouth felt incredibly parched and he was finding it difficult to swallow. His tongue felt like sandpaper and he would give anything to have a glass of water right now. He almost excused himself to get one, but felt it would be rude of him to leave in the middle of this meeting. Whenever one of the men tried to get his input, he thought he could hear his voice scratching like a needle over a record. Man, this was just embarrassing now.

Somehow though, he found himself in the kitchen eating brownies with Vince. How he got there he wouldn't be able to tell you. This whole day just seemed like one big blur. He would never be able to retell it to anyone and that kind of sucked. He wanted to go straight back home and tell his friends and family about going to Vince McMahon's house. That would kind of defeat the purpose of it being a secret meeting, but who cared? He was in Vince McMahon's house; that was definitely worthy of spilling the beans.

"These are really good brownies," Chris said, and then he looked down and rolled his eyes.

"I agree," Vince said as he finished off his own brownie. Chris looked towards the plate and didn't know whether it would be polite of him to take another one. He didn't want to seem rude and just stuff his face, but these brownies were delicious. The person who made them had put white chocolate chips into them for an added chocolate taste and he really just wanted another one. He looked over to Vince, who was also eyeing the brownies. "What's one more brownie?" Vince finally said and Chris laughed and took another one.

"These are really awesome."

"I'm glad you think so," Vince said. "So do you think that we can agree on principle to you coming over to the WWF?"

"I'd really like that, Vince. Thank you for inviting me into your home as well," Chris said. "You didn't have to make such a hard sell to me."

Vince laughed, "Well, you know how it is with some guys."

"I'll be honest, it's been my dream to be in the WWF since I was a little kid," he said, feeling more at ease now with Vince. "This is the opportunity I've been working for, and for you to pursue me so aggressively, I never expected it."

"I think you'll work out for us just fine," Vince said, patting Chris on the shoulder.

"Dad, your office phone is ringing," a new, female voice said from just outside the room.

"Thank you, Stephanie," Vince said, standing up. "If you'll excuse me, Chris, I need to take this. Stay and have some more brownies, I shouldn't be too long, but if I am, feel free to go. I'll give you a call again when things with WCW start to get closer to the end."

"Okay, thanks, Vince," Chris said.

Vince walked out into the hallway and caught up with his daughter, "Stephanie, would you mind entertaining Chris for a little while? I've got a phone call that I have to take. He may leave soon so if you could just show him out."

Stephanie sighed, "Dad, I was going to go shopping."

"You can put that off to help me out here, Stephanie."

"Fine, okay," she shrugged as she walked defiantly into the kitchen. She saw the back of the guy's head. She hadn't watched WCW, she had no reason to, but she had heard all about Chris Irvine from her father. He had his eyes on the young man for a while now and when Chris had contacted JR, the wheels had been set in motion. She was happy for her father acquiring another WCW wrestler, but she was not happy having to be the one forced to interact with him. "So how do you like the brownies?"

"Huh?" Chris said, not even aware there was someone else in the room.

"I asked how you liked the brownies," Stephanie said. "Did you want a glass of milk with that?"

"Oh," Chris said, looking down at the brownie in his hand, "Sure."

"Okay," she said, grabbing a couple of glasses from the cupboard and grabbing the milk from the fridge and bringing them over to the table. She set the glasses down and poured a couple of glasses.

"Thanks," Chris said, looking up at her.

If she had the wherewithal to gasp, she would've. Those eyes were the lightest shade of blue she had ever encountered. He smiled at her and she almost melted on the spot. She had never felt such an instant attraction to someone she had just met. Luckily Stephanie wasn't really one to lose her bearings and didn't forget that she was currently pouring milk. She pulled away, glad that she hadn't let it overflow and she gulped as she sat down next to this man. Her eyes couldn't leave his. My God, did that color blue even exist in nature? Or were his eyes a complete anomaly?

"You're welcome," she said, giving him a soft smile. "So you uh…you like the brownies?"

"Yeah, they're really good."

"I made them," Stephanie told him.


"Yeah, sometimes I bake for fun, no reason at all, and my dad mentioned that he was having company and I figured I'd bake something and this is what came out. So you know, I'm really glad you're enjoying them."

"This is my third one," he laughed. "You'll have to give me the recipe. Then I can make them at home."

"Yeah, you could," she told him. "But it's just your basic brownie recipe with white chocolate mixed into it. So you know, nothing to it."

"Still, best brownies I've ever had."

"Yeah, thanks," she said, feeling her ears burn just a little bit. "So…since you're still in my house…or my parent's house, rather, I figure that you're going to sign with the company, or you're seriously thinking about it."

"Once my contract is up with WCW, I'm outta there," he told her. "I can't stand it there."

"Oh…well, good. Maybe…maybe we'll get to work together or something," she told him. "I'm just kind of starting myself."

"Oh, cool," he said, finally looking up and taking her in for the first time.

She looked like her father was the first thought that registered in his mind. The second thought was that she looked nothing like her father. She was beautiful, and he couldn't say that about Vince McMahon. There was something about her. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, she had a few imperfections that made her timeless in a way. She looked like she belonged on a poster for times gone by. He caught himself staring at her and he went back to his brownie, taking several big gulps of milk until he only had a few sips left.

"Stephanie, Chris," Vince said, "I've got to go to the office, damn emergencies, but Chris, it was very nice to meet you, and I'll be in touch."

"Thank you again, Vince."

He nodded, then looked towards his daughter, "Stephanie, your brother left a little while ago, so if you decide to go out, please be sure to remember to lock up, I don't want someone to get in here and steal our things."

"Yes, Dad," she said drolly as Vince nodded to them both and then left. She turned to Chris, "And then there were two."

He laughed, "I should probably go," he said, popping the last of his brownie into his mouth. He savored the bite and stood up to leave.

"Oh, do you have to go so soon?" she asked, biting her lip. "We haven't even gotten to know each other."

"You want to know me?"

"I meant, you know, you are going to be joining the company, and you're here, and no…no, no, you should go, I'm not going to keep you here, I mean, I have…I was…I'm supposed to meet someone at the mall. Was supposed to meet someone at the mall, though now they probably think I hate them."

"You could always go now," he told her.

"Yeah, I could, I could," she said, grabbing the empty glasses on the table. She put them in the sink.

"You know, you're really nice."

"Thanks," she said, ducking her head. "You're nice too. I'm glad that you want to join the company. You'll be a great asset. My dad says he can even see a title run in your future. Oh, wait, I don't think I was supposed to tell you that."

"Don't worry about it, I'll keep it our little secret," he told her as they reached the door. He pulled out his rental keys from his pocket and then turned to her again. "Well, it was really nice to meet you, Stephanie."

"Yeah, you too, Chris," she told him.

She went to shake his hand and when he went to shake hers, his keys fell off of the finger they were hanging off of. They both leaned down to pick them up and bumped heads. They pulled back slightly, both rubbing their heads and then looked at each other. The tension that had been simmering between them was suddenly all pushed right between them.

"You're really beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you," she said.

Before he could think, she had her lips on his and they were standing up and she had her arms wrapped around him. He couldn't protest because of the seal her mouth was making on his. She had pushed him against the wall, and he was shocked by her boldness. They were in her parent's house for God's sakes. He had to control himself. Still, she was so soft. He hadn't been with a girl in a really long time, and here was a girl, a beautiful girl who wanted him.

He had to be the one to show constraint though. He pulled away and said breathlessly, "Stephanie, what are you doing?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I just had to kiss you, I don't know why."

"We just met."

"I know, but I just…I don't even know," she said, running a hand through her hair. She was still dangerously close to him though. "I don't even know what just came over me. I've never even done that before."

"It's okay, you've just…"

"Do you have a girlfriend? A wife? Oh God, please don't tell me you have a wife!" Stephanie said, suddenly realizing that she could've been kissing a married man. That thought made her sick to her stomach. Her father had cheated on her mother and it had taken a long time for her to forgive him and she didn't want to be the cause of someone else's marital problems.

"No, I'm not married and I don't have a girlfriend, it's just…we just met."

"Oh," she said. "I just…I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he told her. "Maybe…uh, maybe we can slow this down a little. I like you and…"

"God, I'm so embarrassed," she interrupted. She covered her face with her hands. "I really didn't mean for it to be like that. I just don't know what came over me and you're right, we barely know each other. I met you like twenty minutes ago and here I am, kissing you. God, I'm so lame."

That was it, he had to kiss her back. He didn't know why, but he had to kiss her right then and there. He reversed their positions and had her up against the wall and she was giving in again. What kind of pull did this woman have over him? He had never felt anything like it but he wanted his lips on hers from now and until forever. Was this some kind of strange spell? That's what he felt like. He felt like he was under some crazy spell that he couldn't break free from.

"Chris, Chris," she whispered against his lips and suddenly her hands were in his shirt.

Chris had not had many one night stands, but he knew how they started. This was exactly how they started. Harmless making out, and then things would escalate, and they would end up in a bed somewhere going at it like tomorrow was the apocalypse. But this wasn't just a random girl that he would never see or hear from again. This was his potential boss's daughter and someone that he might have to work with later on.

He pulled away again, "We shouldn't."

"We should," she told him.

"We shouldn't," he repeated. "I mean, we're probably going to have to see each other, and…"

"Don't you want to?" she said, and her hands were still moving up and down, pushing his shirt higher and higher. He closed his eyes at the touch, her nails raking on his skin ever so slightly causing the hairs on his skin to stand on end. "I think you want to."

"I want to," he said before he could really think of the answer. She smiled and pulled him towards her. "There's nobody here but us."

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure that there's nobody in my house? Yes, I'm absolutely positive," she told him with a slight giggle. She grabbed his hand, letting his shirt fall back into place as she pulled him upstairs. If things were in a blur before, they were going at light speed right now. Was he about to have a one night stand (would it really be a one day stand since it was not yet night?) with his future boss's daughter? Could he do this?

He was pulled into a bedroom, but if you asked him later what it looked like, he would've given you a dizzying description consisting of flashes rather than anything clear. The bed was soft, he could tell you that as he crawled on it as Stephanie scooted back so she was lying on top of it. She beckoned him with one finger and he came over her like a blanket, licking his lips as he descended on her again.

"We really shouldn't," she said as their clothes were shed. The last little resistance to this was flooding in from the corners of the room. "We really don't know each other, I mean, I don't even know where you live."


"Oh, and how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven, and yourself?" he asked with a sly, little smirk on his face.

"Twenty-two," she responded.

"You're twenty-two? You are way too straight-forward to be twenty-two," he told her as he kissed her. She giggled and unbuckled his belt and went straight for his pants.

"You have no idea."