The man sitting in a chair situated before her didn't fail to notice the way she crossed her legs seductively, obviously trying to give him a clear view of her shapely legs.  She'd worn a pretty short miniskirt, and he couldn't help but wonder if that had been simply for their meeting.

"This is what I propose..." Stephanie McMahon began as she raised the pen to her lips, and she inserted the very tip of the cap between them in a very suggestive manner.

Edge arched an eyebrow as he watched the gesture, its obvious meaning not lost on him.  The blond man's guard was fully up as he wondered what had gotten into his boss.  The SmackDown General Manager had never really acted like this around him before.  Nor could he remember any of his friends telling him she'd come onto any of them, either.  But the way she was acting - and eyeing him as though he were a chocolate sundae with all the trimmings - made him wonder if perhaps Chris Jericho had been correct when he'd called the brunette a 'dirty, filthy, brutal, skanky, bottom-feeding trashbag ho.'

Stephanie's smile increased into a full-fledged grin as she continued.

"How would you like to become WWE Champion, Edge?"

Wow... The blond man had to admit, he hadn't quite been expecting that.  It was precisely what he'd always wanted - it was his dream and had been ever since he was a little boy.

"Really?  Me as the WWE Champion?" he asked, his green eyes lighting up like those on a little kid in a candy store.

"Yeah, really - you..." Stephanie said, clasping her hands together, the papers under her arm.  "I know that's what you really want, Adam...I know that's what you've always wanted..."

Hmm... That was odd.  The General Manager rarely used his real name in referring to him.  In fact, it was a rarity for her to call any superstar by his or her first name, especially in a business setting.  Except, of course, if the person used their real name in the ring as well.

"Err...yeah."  He didn't know what else to say at the moment.

Stephanie didn't seem to mind.  She continued to smile at him, a slight twinkle in her blue eyes as she cocked her head while regarding him.  Then, slowly, as though re-enacting the scene from Basic Instinct, the brunette uncrossed her sculpted legs, then recrossed them the other way.

"I think you deserve a chance to be the WWE Champion..." she finally spoke again, her speech slightly husky this time, and Edge frowned.  Something weird was going on here - and it made him feel uncomfortable.  Stephanie McMahon was not acting normal.

"I think you deserve a chance to prove yourself, Adam..." the young woman continued, and the blond man stared at her in surprise as she began shrugging out of the black wool blazer she was wearing.  "It's pretty warm in here, isn't it?"

"Not really...it feels fine to me," he said, his gaze drawn to the slow, deliberate way she removed the garment.  As she took it off, she stretched in such a manner that her full breasts were thrust out even more than they already were.

Edge swallowed uncomfortably, the impression that Stephanie McMahon was coming onto him not lost on him.  In fact, the only way the woman could be anymore transparent was if she turned into a window.

He didn't say a word, instead opting to see how far the brunette was going to take this.

"Ooh..." Stephanie said, tilting her head to the right at a slight angle.  "My neck and shoulders feel so tense...Adam, would you mind rubbing them for me?"  She gestured to the area with her right hand, her eyes batting at him appealingly.

"That's not really party of my job description," Adam protested, and he eyed the GM warily.  What she was exhibiting were classic signs of sexual harassment.

"Oh, come on..." the young woman said, a small pout coming to her face.

Although Edge found Stephanie quite attractive, he would not give in to this.  It wasn't right.  "If it's all the same, Stephanie," he said, "I'd like to be going now if that's all right with you..."

"Already?  But we haven't even begun negotiating yet..."

"What do you mean?"

Very slowly, the brunette slipped off the desk, the smile returning to her lips, and to Adam's shock, she positioned herself onto his lap.  Before the blond man could do anything, including protest, the woman was all over him, trying to kiss him...