Well I wasn't going to, but I ended up coming up with a sequel so here it is. I hope you enjoy! Again, I don't own anything WWE related.
Life had surprisingly gone back to the way it was after Randy left that weekend. Tiffany didn't expect it to for some reason. As cocky as he was,. She expected him to always throw it back into her face or threaten to bring it up, but he never did. They continued just how they were. Texting every once in a while about random things, just as they always had. He continued hooking up with random girls on his travels. Tiffany wasn't dating anyone yet, but she had finally signed up for an online dating website. But she found it difficult to find someone around her age who hadn't been in jail, didn't have multiple children with different women, or someone who wasn't still married. It was harder than she thought it would be. She wasn't looking for a hookup. There were many places around she could easily find that. Plus she had Randy for that whenever he was around for a show. Which was usually a few times a year. She was looking for someone to spend time with. Someone with similar interests who could go out and enjoy each other's company.
She had just gotten back from her workout when she heard a knock on her apartment door. She jogged over to open it.
"Randy?" She asked surprised.
"Hey Tiff."He greeted. "You know you should really put on some clothes before you answer the door."
She was standing there in her tight workout pants and matching sports bra. "I just got back from the gym a-hole." She said as he stepped into her apartment and walked passed her. "What are you doing here anyway? Didn't we agree that you were going to give me a heads up next time you were coming into town?"
"Relax. I was just driving through, and I was nearby so I thought I'd take a quick detour and come say hi and talked to you about something."
"They make phones for that exact purpose, but okay."
"You know, I was going to do you a favor, but if you're going to be rude then nevermind."
"Oh calm down and go take a midol Randy." Tiffany joked as there was another knock at the door.
"Tiff, clothes." Randy said as she took the few steps back towards the front door.
"It's probably just a delivery guy." She said then opened the door. But before her stood a rather tall muscular man. He had long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark beard. He had a kind smile but she didn't recognize him. "Can I help you?"
"Is Randy here?" The man asked with a thick Scottish accent.
"Yes." She answered a little bewildered.
"He asked me to meet him here."
"Unbelievable." Tiffany said as she stood aside to let the man enter her apartment. "You show up here unannounced, then invite other people over that I don't know. Are we having a party?"
"Relax princess, we're traveling together. He's just waiting for me."
"Well she's feisty isn't she?" The man with the accent said with a laugh.
"Rude. Rude is the word you're looking for." Randy answered.
"Why must you make me look like a jerk in front of anyone at your work who I happen to meet?" Tiffany asked with her hands on her hips.
"Maybe because you are one?" Randy said causing a chuckle from the other man.
"You can wait outside for him if you please." Tiffany said to him, causing him to smile and put his hands up in defense and step back. "And you, you have five more seconds to explain why you're here before I kick you out."
"Okay, okay. So, I was reading through your journal the other day and I came across something that you had mentioned and I walked to talk with you about it."
"What are you doing?" She said in a loud whisper as she walked over to Randy. "I don't want to talk about that with him standing there."
"Oh he knows all about it." Randy said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Tiffany almost yelled.
"He's here to help me explain some things." She glared at him with the angriest eyes she's probably ever had in her life. She could feel her fists clenching. "I lied." He smiled.
"Randy, what the hell." She seethed through gritted teeth.
"Tiff, this is Drew. I work with him, traveled with him, gone out with him. We've spent a lot of time together over the past year. And I think he might be your type.
"What?" She asked, and looked behind her at Drew, who just gave her a little wave.
"He's pretty easy going, easy to talk to. He's rugged looking. Has that accent."
"It sounds like you're the one with the crush on him."
Randy chuckled. "Hey, I don't swing that way. But I might be willing to make a partial exception."
"Meaning?" Tiffany asked.
Randy looked at her with that sly smile of his as he ran his thumb across her cheek. "You did write about wondering what it would be like to be with two men."
Tiffany stammered a bit. "Randy I, I don't know. I wrote about it...but I don't know if I can actually do it...and I don't even know him."
"Okay, fair enough. Tell ya what, I'll go run out for a few minutes. Go gas up the car and get some snacks, leave you guys some time to talk. Get to know each other a little bit. And after that if you're not comfortable and say no, I'll never bring it up again." Randy suggested.
Before Tiffany could even object, he was at the front door. That left Drew and her alone in the apartment.
"So...it's nice to meet you. Even though this meeting is a little...awkward." Drew said to her.
"Ya think? That man can't do anything like a normal human being/" Tiffany said annoyed.
"Mind if I go sit down?" Drew asked as he pointed to the couch. She nodded. "I didn't want you to get worried if i just started walking towards you."
"Not gonna lie, I am a little worried he just left me here with a stranger. Kind of debating on killing him when he gets back. But I'm hoping he wouldn't leave me in a dangerous situation."
"I'm only dangerous in the ring darlin." He said with a smile. "And if you do kill hi, can I request you get the keys from him first? I'm not going to be late to the next city because of him."
That caused Tiffany to laugh. Him joking along with her. And instead of defending Randy he seemed to be on her side. She decided to go over and join him sitting on the other end of the couch. She had noticed his royal blue T shirt and jeans when e stood at the front door, but she now noticed how form fitting it was over his large muscles. As much as she hated admitting Randy was right, Drew really was an attractive man. And that accent, it just flowed perfectly with his deep voice.
"So, how'd you get roped into this?" She asked.
"We were driving one night and he kind of brought it up, explained the situation, and asked if I'd be interested." Drew answered.
"And you and him being naked together doesn't bother you at all?"
"We've seen each other naked plenty of times in the locker room. It's not a big deal. Hell half of our job is rolling around on each other."
"Good point." Tiffany nodded.
"Besides, it's not each other we'll be touching."
The way he finished that sentence and looked over at her sent chills threw her body. She actually felt her heart skip a beat. "And you just blindly said yes?" She asked after a moment, hoping he didn't see the reaction that she felt inside.
"Of course not. He told me about you, and your friendship. Had me read a little bit of what you wrote about to see if I'd be down for that kind of thing. He showed me some pictures of you. I thought you were very beautiful. And I have to say it's nice to see a preview."
"That damn book, I swear when he gets back...I'm sorry what?" She asked snapping out of her anger. She noticed he was looking up and down her and at that moment she realized she was still in her workout clothes. They didn't expose anything of her, but they didn't leave much to the imagination either. Normally, she would have been comfortable in this, she was just at the gym with a bunch of other people in the same outfit, but in this situation she felt completely vulnerable in it.
"If we're going to be honest, I have to say I like what I see." He said in a husky voice, scooting over on the couch closer to her. As he spoke, he leaned in closer to her. She attempted to lean back keeping some space between them, but with each work he got closer to her. "Look, we don't have a lot of time to get to know each other at the moment. But what I can tell you about me is I can be as rough or as gentle as you want. And despite my persona on tv, I'm the furthest thing from selfish in the bedroom you can get." He was pretty much on top of her by the time he finished his little introduction. Her breathing hitched when he placed his hand on her thigh. He looked directly into her eyes. "I guarantee I can take real good care of you."
Tiffany reached her hands up to place them on his chest intending push him up slightly giving them more space between each other, but all that ended up happening was her feeling his muscles through his shirt. She forgot all about being mad at Randy. She momentarily forgot he even existed.
Drew heard whistling coming from outside and pushed himself back up to sitting on the couch just in time for Randy to open the door and come in.
"Hello friends!" He said as he re-entered the apartment. She was sitting back up now and was trying to get her breathing back to normal. "Well, what do you say?"
"I'm down. It's up to her." Drew answered completely composed.
Randy turned to her. "Up to you Tiff. Whatever you want."
This was something she had thought about since she was a teenager. She wondered about how it would feel and how exciting it could be. And damn did he find someone good.
"One question first. Excuse me for a second." She said to Drew as she got off the couch and pulled Randy into the small kitchen area she had. "How many people did you talk to about this?"
Randy could tell her insecurities were coming out. This was one side of her that no one had ever seen. He wasn't even sure if she had talked to her girl friends about this side of her. He took her hand to try and reassure her. "Just him Tiff. I swear. I was thinking who might be a good fit for it, and he came to mind. He's someone that I can trust, I know he won't hurt you or be an asshole. And he's someone that I thought you'd like. I wasn't going around asking random people. He's someone that I trust. Don't worry. I wouldn't ever bring someone here and let them know all of that personal information about you if I didn't trust them." He explained to her in a soft voice.
"Okay." She nodded, then walked back to the living room area where Drew was with Randy following her. "Let's do it."
Randy and Drew both smiled at her answer.
"So, how are we going this?" Tiffany asked, she honestly wasn't sure seeing as how this was her first time.
"We have time to figure that out." Randy answered/
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, we're not doing this today. I told you we were just driving through. I just wanted you two to meet and see if this was something you guys wanted to do."
She now remembered how to be mad at Randy again. He came here, proposed this to her, left her alone with Drew who got her unexpectedly very turned on, got her brave enough to be on board, then he was just leaving her.
"Seriously, you fucking…"
Her angry rant was cut off when he grabbed her by the wrist and violently pulled her to him so that she was up against his chest. "I know you usually a few days around Thanksgiving off. Don't make plans." He whispered deeply in her ear. Then released her just as quickly as he grabbed her. He smiled at her normally and ruffled her hair, then walked towards the front door.
"Well, it was nice meeting you." Drew said in a normal tone as he came over to say goodbye. He put his arms around her into a light friendly hug. "You won't regret it." He said into her ear as he reached his hand down and grabbed her butt causing her to jump. He pulled away, then followed Randy outside. After he closed the door behind him, she quickly ran over and locked it. She reached into her bag and grabbed her phone.
'I swear I'm going to kill you one day." She sent.
Seconds later she got a reply.
'Be careful dear. The police read these things during investigations nowadays.'
