The whole week after the paparazzi ambush I didn't speak one word to Randy and I avoided his company as much as possible. In that time, I became quite close to Paige, since she was my age and was pretty much my complete opposite. I rode to the arena with her, I flew with her, and roomed with her. She became my second best friend in a matter of days.

One night, after an afternoon of working out with her, she and I decided to hit up the bar, since we didn't have to go on the road until Friday and it was only Wednesday. We sat at the bar and talked about how our days went. All was well, until she asked me about Randy.

"So, when are you going to stop ignoring Him?" she asked out of the blue.

"Never."

"Why?" she asked.

"Why do you want to know?" I was beginning to get irritated with the interrogation.

"Because he keeps asking me about you, and I can tell he is really upset by you ignoring him."

"Well, that just sucks, doesn't it?" I turned away from Paige and toward the bar and ordered another beer. Paige took this as her cue to leave and said goodnight. I sat for a few more minutes before the bartender came over with another beer.

"I didn't order another one," I told her. She smiled and glanced down the bar before she replied.

"It's from him." I peered down the bar wondering who'd send me a drink. There he was, in all his blue-eyed gloriousness. Randy smiled apologetically at me when our eyes met. He stood, grabbed his beer and walked over to me.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"I suppose there's no avoiding it now," I replied curtly. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I felt my body begin to tremble and shake as my adrenaline spiked. Why does he do this to me?

"I'm really sorry about what happened last week. I didn't think anyone was that interested in me, I haven't been in magazines for a long time."

"I can't deal with all that, Randy. You know me, I hate being the center of attention."

"Then we'll just have to be really careful when we hang out. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"I don't want to be a dirty little secret either. I mean, you're pretty much family to me." I felt a stabbing pain in my chest when I spoke the words because it was a complete and utter lie. He was nowhere near family to me. He was the love of my life, the only man who ever meant anything to me, the only man who could ever make me feel the way he does.

"Then let's just tell idiot paparazzi that," He stepped closer to me and scooped me up in a hug. "Come to dinner with me tomorrow? I'd really like to catch up with you." he asked as he gave me a puppy face. I felt like my chest was on fire. He'd never know how I feel about him.

"O-okay. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at your room at six. Oh, and be sure to dress up, it's a nice place." He then walked out of the bar.

After finishing my beers, I walked slowly to the elevator and from the elevator to mine and Paige's room.

"That was because of you wasn't it?" I asked.

"I may have given him a hint about where you were."

"Traitor!" I accused as I pointed at her. I flopped face down on my bed and sighed. "Can you help me find something to wear?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes! Let's go SHOPPING!" She squealed.

"Yay, shopping…" I replied glumly.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"He's never going to understand that he's the love of my life because I don't have the balls to tell him."

"Damn it, Maria! Take your lady balls out of your purse and tell that man how you feel!" Her reply made me chuckle. Only she could say something that would make me smile at this moment.

"It's not that easy!" I whined.

"Yes it is. We're going to go get you a sexy dress and you're going to go get your hair and makeup done in the spa and then you're going to wow the pants off of Randy Orton."

"He would look pretty good without pants…" I joked. Paige grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed and we were off.

We drove to the nearest department store and began the shopping. I combed through the dresses hanging on a rack. I came across an off the shoulder dress that was tan and covered in black lace. I picked it up and showed it to Paige.

"Should I try this one on?" I asked. Paige nodded as she continued looking through the dresses. I got to the fitting rooms and tried on the dress. It was a little too fitting for my preferences. I came out and called Paige over. When she came over she studied me and asked me to turn.

"No, it's a little too 'fuck me'," she said and she handed me a different dress to try on. I did so and looked in the mirror. The dress was also black and covered in lace, but the shoulders were covered and there were long sleeves. I called Paige over again and she instantly rejected it while saying, "Not enough skin." I laughed and rolled my eyes. She handed me another dress and walked back to the dresses. The dress she handed me was red and the back was open. It made me nervous to even think about putting it on, but I tried it anyways. I looked at myself in the mirror. It fit perfectly. It accentuated my natural curves. It was the dress. I came out of the fitting room to see Paige standing there. She looked at me. "Damn, girl. That's the one." I grinned. I felt like I could fly. "If that dress doesn't make Randy want to fuck you, I will." She laughed after her comment. "Go get dressed, we gotta go get a good night's sleep."

When our shopping trip was done we went back to the hotel. I hung up my new outfit in the closet in our room and looked at Paige. "What if he doesn't feel the same?" I asked. I felt the tears burn in my eyes at the thought.

"How could he not? He's known you forever and you're amazing, darling." I smiled and laid down in my bed.

"Is it tomorrow yet?" I asked.

"Not yet," Paige chuckled.

I shot up the next morning around 6:00. I had just had the most sexual dream I'd ever had about Randy. I felt my face burn as I realized Paige was already awake.

"Good dream?" she asked. I felt myself blush even more.

"Sorry…" I mumbled as I got up to go take a shower. I skipped washing my hair, figuring they'd do it at the spa. I put on one of the plush robes that the hotel provided for guests going to the spa and waited for the time to come for me to go down to the spa. I went around 3, just to make sure I had time to get dressed once they were done with me. I went down to the spa and told the receptionist I needed hair and makeup. The hair stylist took me back and asked what I wanted done.

"I have no clue. I'm trying to go for a romantic do. Maybe curly? I don't know, you're the professional." I told her.

"Got a hot date?" she asked.

"You could say that. I'm trying to get as pretty as possible so that I have the confidence to tell him I've been in love with him forever."

"I've got the perfect style." With that she went to work on my long, dark brown hair. An hour later she said she was done and told me not to look at it until after I got fully dressed. I agreed and then went to the makeup artist. She worked her magic and said the same thing. So, on my way up to my room I avoided mirrors until after I was all the way dressed. When I finally looked in the mirror I was stunned. This girl couldn't be me. She was flawless and beautiful with long cascading curls and smoky black eye shadow. Paige walked in the room and stopped once she saw me.

"Damn, Maria, is that you?" she asked.

"They worked some pretty intense magic didn't they?" I replied.

"You look amazing! Hurry up though, it's almost six." She handed me some strappy, silver heels to put on. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.