NICOLE'S P.O.V
"It's on me." I heard some guy from beside me call out to the bartender as I was handed my drink.
"Don't bother." I said annoyed. Seriously do I have 'EASY' written on my forehead? What's with all the guys coming up to me, thinking they can get in my pants? I didn't even bother to look at him, and I grabbed my drink and turned around to go back to Brittany and Lori.
"Randy Orton." He called out to me, "Although, you probably already know that."
I turned around, and was met by the wrestler from before. I took in his appearance. Dark blue jeans that fit the bottom half of his body perfectly. The sleeves on his black button shirt slightly rolled up, the first few buttons left undone exposing the tan toned chest of his very incredibly built body. He was bigger than me. I stand at 5'3 he's got to be at least 6', I barely come up to his shoulders. The jaw line on his face was very strong; his thin lips were formed into a smirk. His eyes were a piercing light blue, filled with determination, hunger and... Lust?
One look at the guy and you could clearly see he was gorgeous. But one look at the smirk on his face could also tell you he was an arrogant overly confident jerk who was after one thing and one thing only.
I've dealt with way too many of those types of guys to fall for it anymore. I groaned inwardly, before a smirk found its way on my face.
"You're right, I do know." I said, watching him grin cockily, as he shrugged. "I hear you like to oil up and rub against men for a living."
That shut him up.
The look on his face was priceless. I literally had to bite my tongue to stop myself from balling out in laughter. He opened his mouth to retaliate back, but closed it quickly having thought of no comeback. I watched as anger filled his eyes, and his lips tightened shut. Both his hands clenched into fists, and his shoulders tensed.
"Relax." I breathed out, "It was joke." I teased, as his expression softened, only slightly.
One look at the guy and I could tell he wasn't into that kind of stuff. I bet he's a complete womanizer, a total ladies man. The kind that hits on anything that moves.
"Well," He sighed, as he stepped close to me, our bodies were as close as possible two can be, without touching. His leant his head down level to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, as he spoke in my ear "I don't like jokes like that." He said huskily, before pulling back a little and smirking, smugly noticing my reaction.
"Get away from me." I said softly, closing my eyes. So what if my legs almost gave out from underneath me? So what I suddenly had Goosebumps running up and down my arms? So what if my neck was tingling from where his breath had been? It was nothing. I'd had one too many drinks. That's all it was.
"I don't think you want me to." He whispered, his lips coming dangerously close to the side of my neck. I shivered at the warm touch of his skin on mine, as I felt his hand gently rub down the side of my arm.
No. I was not going to give in to this jerk.
I was meant to be toying with him! Not the other way around.
I leant towards him, pretending to be falling for his trick, as he suddenly pulled away angrily, and I grinned to myself proudly.
"WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled, standing back and pointing to his now wet black shirt.
"I told you to get away from me." I shrugged, looking at the now empty glass in my hand, before placing it on the table beside us. "Maybe next time you'll listen." I said, before turning away and walking back over to my friends.
MAIN P.O.V"Dude you REEK of alcohol!" Chris exclaimed as Randy sat down beside him.
"Shut up." Randy said, as he threw him a glare.
"What the hell happened to you?" Dave asked, as he started laughing at the sight of his friend.
"She happened to me." Randy stated, pointing over at the young girl who was now standing by her friends.
Dave started laughing. "I can't believe Randy Orton just got turned down. This is gold."
"Whoa, now back up just a second there. I did not get turned down. This isn't over. The Night's still young."
"Well I suggest you hurry up with your game plan." Dave said amused, "Because you're bet's walking out the door."
Randy looked over at the door, and sure enough she was walking out behind her friends. "Get your money ready." He said, turning back to Dave, as he stood up, "Because she's about realize that nodbody can resist the Legend Killer." He smirked, before turning and following after her.
By the time he reached the door she was already outside, he opened it up and stepped outside, instantly feeling the cold night air hit his face. The loud music could still be heard, but only faintly. He looked around and saw her standing outside a black SVU, about to get in and leave.
"You're not going to leave without telling me your name, are you?" He called out, watching her stop in her tracks and turn around to face him, "Because that would be rude."
"Now why on earth would I give you my name?" She asked, as he walked over to her, and she folded her arms looked at him, unimpressed.
"You're little drink spill in there? Real cute." He said sarcastically.
"I thought so." She smirked, her eyes travelling down to his still damp shirt. "The washed up look suits you."
"Baby a lot of things suit me. Come back to my hotel room, and I can show you." He retorted back. He knew he was going about it the wrong way. He wanted to win the bet. He should be charming her, and playing nice. But there was something about her that just made him want to do otherwise. It was like there was a fire inside him, he never knew. And she bought it alive.
Just as she was about to speak, someone called out from inside the car. "Nicole! Are you coming or what?"
"Nicole…" Randy smirked at the girl in front of him.
"One second!" Nicole yelled back before turning back to him. "Look, I suggest you go back in there and find another girl. Because I know what you want and you are not getting it from me." She said angrily, "So just give up."
"I could do that…" He said, rolling his eyes as if he was thinking, "Or, you could stop this little charade you've got going on. Because we both know what we want," He said becoming closer to her, "Why fight it?"
"You're right…" She whispered, her eyes innocently glistening. He looked taken back, as she stepped into him, and she slowly wrapped her hands around his neck. She brought her lips to his neck, grazing them as lightly as possible over his skin. She could have sworn she heard him groan as she brought her mouth to his ear, breathing heavily into it.
"Fuck you." She spat out before pulling away and turning back to the car. Just as she did, she felt him grab her wrist forcefully. Not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough so she couldn't get out of his grip.
He licked his lips, before biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes becoming dark as they watched her, looking up and down her body, and then settling back to her eyes. The last thing she saw was his lips form into a smirk. And then, her body was forcefully drawn into his, courtesy of the hand that he had snaked around her waist.
His lips hungrily crashed down onto hers, and almost instantly she felt herself give into his kiss and react back. Egged on by the fact she didn't try to push him off, he brought a hand up to cup the back of her head, as he deepened the kiss, his other hand caressing and pressing into the side of her body.
It was only when she felt his fingertips graze the skin of her upper thigh that she pulled away from him quickly. She noticed the devastated look on his face. He looked like he'd been given something immensely desired, and then had it snatched straight from his hands.
"No. I have to go." She said quickly, turning towards the car and getting inside, before he had a chance to say anything.
Randy watched as the car drove off. He turned to go back inside, a proud grin plastered on his face.
He never did lose a bet.