After Cody paid for a few more shots, Lexi found herself stumbling around. It only took about a minute after Cody had pulled her back out to the dance floor, and started rubbing himself against her for Randy to walk casually out to the floor and grab her arm.

"Enough." He said harshly in Cody's face. He turned to Lexi.
"Come on, let's get you back to your room." He smiled gently, keeping his hand under her arm to brace her, and placing his other hand on the small of her back. He gently lead her out of the bar, and too his car.

The next morning Lexi was woke up by a banging on her door. As she raised up, and steadied herself, she realized she was still in her clothes from the night before. Her head was pounding, as she made her way to the door. She opened it, to see Randy standing there smiling.

"Well, good morning, sleepy head." He said, handing her a cup of coffee, stepping into her room.
"Drink up, then shower, we gotta hit the road."

"Jesus, what time is it?" She said, sipping from the steaming cup.
Randy looked at his watch.

"Nearly 5:30. I'd like to be out of here by 6. You wanna ride with me, then you better hop to it." He said, sitting in a chair, placing his coffee on the small table, and pulling out his phone. She looked at him.
"You want a ride or not?" He asked her, not even looking up from his phone.

She grabbed her suitcase and went to the bathroom, taking the fastest shower she had ever taken. She knew she should just rent a car and go alone, but something inside her wouldn't let her say no, it was like she craved to be near him. She quickly got dressed and put on her makeup. She dried her hair, while he took their things to his car. She met him in the lobby as he was checking out of his room. She checked out of hers and they were on their way to the next town. A four hour drive.
She couldn't keep her eyes off him.

"Do you even know what happened last night?" He asked her.

"I remember drinking with Cody, and dancing." She said.

"Yeah, I figured. I took you to your room, you were about passed out when I got you there. I though you could use a little sleep before we took off. So I just rented a room."

"Thanks for giving me a ride. I appreciate it." She said, trying to pull her eyes from his tattooed arm that was lying on the gear shift in between them.

"Yeah, no problem." He said, shifting his weight in his seat.
"So tell me a little bit about yourself. How'd you get mixed up in this crazy business?"

"I've been a fan for years, but I was looking for some extra money during my senior year in high school. I met up with a guy who ran a small local show. He started paying me to be a valet, then eventually paid for my training." She said, trying to leave out certain parts she wasn't so proud of.
He read between the lines.

"He just paid for it out of the goodness of his heart?" He smirked. He didn't give her time to answer his question.
"Tell me what your Momma thought of all this?" He saw her eyes look out the window as soon as he mentioned her mom.
"You don't have to answer that. Just forget I even asked."

"My mom died when I was 10. I bounced around foster homes, so by the time I was 17, no one really cared what I did." She said, still looking out the window. She felt his hand squeeze her knee, and the chills appeared on her body again.
What was it about this man that made her body have that reaction?

"Sorry." She heard him say.
After several minutes of silence she decided it was her turn to ask a few questions.

"So, I heard you're married." She said.
He cleared his throat, and she smiled to herself, knowing she had caught him off guard.
He reached down the front of his shirt and pulled a long necklace out, hanging from it was a man's wedding ring.

"Guilty." He said, quickly putting the necklace back down the front of his shirt.

"Why don't you wear your ring?" She asked.

"Things are, well, strained right now. We're having our problems." He took a deep breath.
"I always wore my ring, always, until I came home one day, unexpected, and she wasn't wearing hers. She confessed that she only wore it when I was home, so since then mine has been around my neck."

"I didn't mean to pry." Lexi said.

"No. I never had to answer. Truth be told, I like talking to you. You're a good listener." He grinned.
"Conversation seems to flow easy with you. She just, she wants what the money can buy, but she doesn't want what the price of it is. She says she's lonely, and wants me home more. So I go to smackdown, cut down on house shows, so I can be home more, and guess what, all we did was fight."

"Relationships take work. I can understand both sides. Its hard being home when the person you love isn't there, and it's just as equally hard to be on the road, missing home and the special person waiting for you at home. Why not bring her on the road with you?" Lexi asked.

"We've tried that. She is a very jealous type. She came with me to a signing and threatened a fan for hugging me. I mean, you know how it is. That goes with the job." His phone started going off and he raised his finger to his lips, letting her know to stay quiet.
"Hey Sam." He said into the receiver.
"No, I have Lex with me, a newbie. I offered. Why? What does it hurt? God, Sam, I'm driving. I'm not fighting with you right now. I'll call you when I get into the next town." He said, ending the call.

"Lex, a newbie?" Lexi smiled.

"What? Lex could be a guys name. If she found out I was alone with a female in my car, I would never hear the end of it. Sorry." He smirked his sexy smirk.

"That's ok." Lexi laughed.
"I think I may just grab a rental next time. I don't want to cause beef with you two."

"No. I enjoy the company. So, do you have a special someone waiting for you at home?" He asked.

"No, not at all. I've made a commitment to myself that I was going to focus on my career, and not let anything distract me." She said.

"Not even Cody Rhodes?" He chuckled.

"I was slightly drunk. And the way that man can dance." She laughed.
"Thanks for last night. Really, that's not how I planned for my night to go."

"You're welcome, and don't hold that against Cody. He's a good guy. He was just testing the waters."
After a couple stops, they finally arrived at their destination, and both checked into the hotel. She thanked him again for the ride, and headed up to her room.
She tried to sleep, but had no luck, so she changed and made her way to the hotel gym. She jumped on a treadmill, and worked her way up to a steady run before she looked around the gym. The place actually had a nice set up, and most of the equipment a regular gym had. She didn't see him until she looked towards the free weights.
Randy was doing bicep curls. He had on a pair of blue gym shorts and no shirt.
She almost fell when her eyes landed on his rock hard abs.
His eyes caught hers in the mirror, and he grinned as her hands fumbled, grabbing hold of both sides of the machine to keep herself up right.
She forced her eyes straight ahead, not wanting to make a complete ass out of herself by falling all the way off the stupid thing. She reached down and turned her music up as far as it would go, trying to distract herself, at least until she made it through her cardio.

'Its just one hour, keep him out of your head for one hour!' She screamed inside her head.
That went out the window when he moved to the weight bench directly in front of her. She began to think he was getting some pleasure out of her pain. 'Shit, why didn't I pick up a magazine from the stupid rack? This is complete torture! There's no way it can get worse than this.' She thought, boy was she wrong.
He turned and faced her, straddling the bench, he laid down with his back on the bench and began to press the bar he had just placed the weights on. The song she was listening too was fading out. She prayed for another one to come on, but it was too late. She heard his grunts. Before she could stop her fingers, her hand reached down and paused her music. She stared at him, his muscular legs, as his loose shorts fell to the side, and she could see farther up the inside of his thighs than her mind could handle. The sweat pouring off his forehead, and down his arms. His glistening abs. His grunts began to take her to a place she didn't want to be.
She saw him laying on top of her, thrusting with each grunt.
Her legs began to shake, and she knew she had to get off the treadmill. She stopped the machine and tore her eyes away from the mass of sex that lay in front of her. She grabbed her water and almost ran to grab a towel. She checked the clock as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
Only 30 minutes. Was that enough of a work out? She knew it wasn't, but to save her own sanity she had to get out of the that room. She saw his head raise up, she waved quickly, and dashed out of the room, up to her hotel room. This wouldn't be the first time she had to do a make shift work out. About a hundred squats later, she made her way to the shower. She knew she needed to start getting ready to head to the arena. She took the hottest shower the hotel water would allow. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and stepped out of the bathroom, just in time to hear a knock on her door. She opened the door, knowing it was too early to see him, but she let him in when he held up a bag that smelled delicious.

"I grabbed you a grilled chicken salad. Hope that's ok?" Randy asked, standing just inside the door. He watched her make her way to the big mirror that sat on the dresser. She was clipping something in her wet hair.
"Here I thought your colors were washed out last night." He grinned.

"No, they're clip in's. Come on in and sit down." She smiled, turning back to the mirror.
He took a step and froze. He was hit by a wall of steam pouring out of the bathroom, he glanced in ans noticed the wet floor, and fog covered mirror. Before he could think of anything else, he could see her in the shower. He could see her perfectly round breasts, just begging for his lips to touch them. The things he would do to her in that small shower.
"Randy? Are you ok?" Lexi called, bringing his mind out of the shower.

"Yeah, sorry. So you hungry?" He asked, walking behind her, shooting her one of his killer looks in the mirror as he passed to get to the table on the other side of the room. His mind told him to run, get as far away from her as her could, but his body told him to grab her and throw her on the bed. Rip her clothes off and do what they both wanted to do.
He knew there was one person who wouldn't understand, but then he wondered if she even cared anymore?
He had made mistakes in the past, he had cheated on her more times than he cared to count, but that was the past. He had confessed, and thought they had worked through it. They had been to counseling, and he thought they were on the right track, until almost a year later, when he had stayed completely faithful to her, and one day at home, he found several emails from an old boyfriend. It's not like he was snooping, he simply opened his laptop, and her email was open, it was right on the letter. He saw red as he read the email, all about how he couldn't wait to see her again. He confronted her, but she swore it was nothing but a friendship. He knew she was lying, he could see it in her eyes, but even then he stayed true to her.
This wasn't like all the times before. He had gone out looking for the pleasure of having someone in his bed, then it was all about the sex, the wilder the better.
Lexi was different. He had no intentions of her ending up in bed with him, but there was no denying the attraction he felt to her. He found himself thinking about her a lot.
Hell, he even dreamt about her last night. There was no way to explain what he felt about her. He was pulled to her, it was more than just a physical attraction. She was the funniest, sweetest women he had ever met. He knew he should keep his distance, but there was something that wouldn't let him stay away from her. He knew he had commitments at home, he knew he needed to stop her cold and stay away from her. He spent hours a day working on his weaknesses, but she is a weakness he never knew he had. How could he fight her? Did he even want to fight her?