Ch. 2

Honor

I got the most enticing and one of the grandest Superstars as my mentor! Holy thanks Jeebus! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and it's all mine! Randy fucking Orton! Okay my moment is done! We leisurely make our way leaving the gym walking back over to the arena.

"I need to go."

"Where are you going?" He grabs my arm forcing me to a halt.

"I gotta pick up my rental..." I tug my arm free and gaze at my phone once more. His hand is warm and rough, my skin flares to red fire where he touches me.

"I wasn't finished," his voice a nice baritone any man would envy, though it has a monotone quality to it. "No. You will be riding with me from here on out." Did he just say that I will be traveling with him?! My God, I sound comparable to a teenage fan girl. "The main rules are: don't go blabbing about what I do or say on my bus. Don't go through my stuff, unless I tell you otherwise. When my wife and daughter are on here, you are to respect them. Clear?"

I feel a lopsided grin spread over my face, "Crystal."

A curious glint lit his steely eyes as his gaze holds mine, he asks, "How is it that you can get a rental and you are barely of age to drink?"

Personally, I don't care for men with blue eyes but I adore Randy's. His eyes hold all the color of Caribbean Sea with a tinge of unforgiving steel hidden beneath the surface. Earlier in the studio, his cool stare kissed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, leaving behind a feeling I know I won't shake.

Hard to believe this is my very first conversation with the man and I feel so at ease with him. Growing up I've watched him mature into the man he is now. I know of his life on a public level, but on a more intimate level I am just as ignorant as most of the public.

"My dad reserves a car for me so I don't have to go through all the extra work to obtain one... Yeah, I know how it sounds." I find myself blushing and averting his gaze.

He chuckles, the sound full of dry humor "So I see someone's still 'Daddy's little princess'."

I blush even harder, almost tripping over my feet, "Actually it's not like that..." I shrug, trying to disguise my blazing red cheeks.

"Well, you can explain how it is later. Let's go grab something to eat." Randy smiles then starts walking ahead of me as I secretly admire the making of this man. He has a boyish leer that is very sexually charged. Lean, chiseled muscles emphasize his bold, dynamic presence; no one can ignore a man of his size and stature. At six-four and two hundred and forty-five pounds it would be impossible. Other Superstars nicknamed the man The Viper for his graceful, ruthless, and precise movements in the ring. Nix the cameras and place him in everyday life, like now, he is the opposite of his character; though his snake like charm and dominant disposition never wavers.

"Where do you want to go?" he turns on his heels to face me, striking me with a full smile full of perfect, pointy white teeth. This man is a sex infused demon of sorts, free to roam the earth on his own accord. (Ugh that sounds stupid but whatever, Randy Orton!)

"Truthfully, I haven't a damn clue." I feel my cheeks burn under the weight of his gaze and the fangirlish thoughts swiming around my brain.

He cocks his head to the side a little, "Tons of restaurants around here and you don't know," Randy teases with an amused twinkle lighting his crystal blue eyes.

"Pretty much…Besides I kinda need to put this somewhere..." I motion to my gym bag.

"We'll have Rob take us, somewhere to sit down. Plus, I bet you're ready to shower too," he smirks down at me, making me feel tiny. I stand at five feet, six inches and weigh one hundred forty-six pounds. It's a dramatic difference from where I used to be, over two hundred pounds. An obnoxious laugh escapes my throat, "That's all I want out of life, right now, is to take a hot shower. It's like a normal shower but with me in it." I just love the puzzled amusement residing on his face as he continues to walk backward.

"How will I ever survive if I've never had a 'hot shower'," his resolve cracks into a thousand giggles.

"Be prepared to be amazed Randal."

"Never call me that again." He chuckles a bit while gracefully pivoting on his heel. The movement itself was very sharp and clean. I can see how he was once a part of the military.