so guys thanks for the reviews so far keep it up. i'm really enjoying writing this story. sorry for the chapters shortness but i find i put more details into the scenes if i keep um small. so until next time kiddies cake rocks the body that rocks the party
Page and me were sitting in Denny's eating waffles and playing 21 questions.
"Ok favourite movie?" I asked.
"Easy." She said.
"Oh ya?"
"Dirty dancing you?" Page said stuffing another bit of waffle in her mouth.
"Scareface." I said smirking. Who doesn't love Scareface?
"Typical." She shot back. "Ok my turn. Favourite place?"
"My old house."
"Why?" She asked me.
Why did I feel so comfortable disclosing all the intimate details of my life with this girl?
"Memories from when I was a kid. When my dad would come home off the road I was the happiest kid in the world."
"Ya I know what that's like."
"What's yours?"
"The wrestling ring."
"I never knew you wrestled."
"I'm learning." She blushed.
The conversation was too cute for my playboy image I need to heat up this little game of 21 questions.
"What's your biggest sexual fantasy?"
"That's embarrassing." She said.
"Come on tell me. Maybe could help you out." I said with the signature eyebrow raise.
"Ok…I guess it stems back to my fascination with wrestling from dad leaving as a kid. But I've always wanted to have sex in the middle of the ring. Weird I know but it's some suppressed childhood issue."
"Hot."
"So what's yours?" She said leaning on her hands intently.
Truthfully I've pretty much lived out all mine but that was no fun for her.
"Well…" I said leaning over the table. "First there's me…" I got close to her breathing down her neck. "…And a pretty little blonde…"
"…Ya?" She said. I could tell I was getting her all hot just by being this close to her. Almost teasing her really. But before I could say anything else my cell vibrating across the table interrupted me. I flipped it open.
You, me, whipped cream, handcuff's. Any questions? Steph 3No Mame. I guess my little breakfast date could end in time for a little lunch date with Steph.
I texted her back.
Where is Hunter??? RandyPage looked at me intently across the table.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"I think I have some work to do?" I said.
"Oh." She looked sad. I guess I was really getting to her.
"Come to dinner with me later?"
She nodded as I got another text from Steph.
Out. When the cats away the mouse shall play and I'm awfully Randy, Orton. Steph 3Mmmm I was going to enjoy this.
"So I'll see you later." I said getting up to leave.
"Sure thing." She sighed.
I felt sort of bad leaving her there to go fuck Steph. But little Orton would kill me if I didn't listen to him. He's usually right. He got us this far anyway.