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Stephanie McMahon still wore a smirk on her face as she strolled down the arena hallway.
It had been a good thirty minutes since her little 'run-in' with Sean O'Haire - and she was still feeling a good measure of satisfaction from it. The man had reacted in precisely the manner she'd expected. And damn if it didn't feel absolutely like heaven to have such power over the man's emotions.
The brunette supposed she was being a bit mean. Yet at the same time, she didn't care. She *couldn't* care. In her entire adult life, too many men had played her like a fiddle and for a fool, and she was through. Once and for all, she was completely over and done with merely being a tool for men's amusement.
Now it was *her* time - *her* turn to have a little fun at *their* expense.
A wry sneer came to her face as she recalled parting with Chris Jericho a few minutes earlier. The blond man was just another pawn in her game. They'd recently started dating, and of course he thought it was going to be serious. Hell, after all the things her asshole of an ex-husband had said about her a few years back, Chris had to be wondering why she hadn't slept with him yet.
She turned her head back and forth as she passed by the locker rooms of various male superstars - as though in hopes that a few of their doors might be open. It would never upset her to catch some of the men in the comapny in various states of undress.
Stephanie thought about her father all of a sudden. Vince had always believe she was of the purest innocence, naive and chaste. Well, not *totally* chaste, as she *had* been married once for a short time and then afterward had had a longer relationship with Sean. But Daddy didn't understand her. He never had, and the brunette suspected he never *would*. That was just fine by her. After all, it was typical - men never seemed to understand Stephanie Marie McMahon.
A small smile curved up one corner of the young woman's mouth as she finally caught sight of him. His locker room door was open just enough for her to see inside, and she inched closer, blue eyes wide with delight. She half-leaned against the wall as she allowed her gaze to sweep over him.
Sean seemed oblivious to her intense scrutiny as he rummaged through his locker, fishing out a pair of wrestling trunks for his match later that night. Stephanie took advantage of the man's distraction to slip through the door unnoticed.
O'Haire blinked in surprise as he turned around a moment later to see her there. He hadn't even heard her enter, much less close the locker room door.
"What..." His gaze seemed to soften for a beat as he eyed her. He'd loved her so much, cherished this woman. And now, after all the heartbreak she'd dished out to him for nothing, she stood before him, her beauty nearly taking his breath away.
Somehow, he regained his voice.
"What do you want, Stephanie?" he asked, his expression growing hard. He refused to allow her the satisfaction of seeing him down.
"Oh, not too much," she replied, a smug little smile touching her lips. "Just to hear you admit you're not over me."
"Why would I do that?!" Sean demanded. "Especially since *you're* the one who ended things between us." He gave her an incredulous look, but the brunette merely threw her head back and laughed.
"I'm glad you remember that," she said throatily. "But you still want me - we *both* know that." She inched closer to him, and he backed up, practically bumping his back into the locker. Stephanie purred as she snaked one hand forth to lightly trace her fingertips over his bare chest and abs. A soft giggle emerged from her as she felt his muscles dance beneath her feather-like touch. Oh, yeah... He wanted her, all right. She reveled in that knowledge, in the power.
She brought her face closer to his as she stood on her tiptoes despite her heels. She was a tall woman, but he, being six-foot-six, definitely towered over her.
"Just one more thing before I leave you to change..." she said huskily, and Sean arched a brow, not knowing what to say or do in response to her actions.
Then, roughly, Stephanie reached up and pulled his head down to hers and captured his lips in a demanding, searing kiss. She darted her tongue out, forcing it into his wet, willing mouth, pleased at the fact that he was actually beginning to respond. And then, she pulled away, a smile curling her lips as she gazed up at him. She raised a hand to wipe at one corner of her mouth before turning and slipping out the door.
Sean stood there, his breathing fast and heavy as his mind reeled at what had just occurred. He reached up
to touch his kiss-swollen lips and wondered what the hell was going on.