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Chapter 7- Casanova

Casie and I sat in her hotel room, while the guys had a meeting with Vince. Casie was lying with a heating pad on her back, moaning a little if she moved too fast. I tried not to be like "I told you so", but I did tell her so. It was too early to do anything that physical, like attack Maryse; no matter how good it made her feel, at least on the inside. I just stared at her as she winced in pain on the bed, knowing that there was nothing I could do. Casie looked over and met my gaze.

"Don't even say it," she grumbled. I bit back my laughter.

"I hadn't planned on it." She could be so stubborn sometimes. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She had asked me to talk to her while the guys were away.

"I need some advice," she said, biting her bottom lip.

"About what?"

"John." Oh.

"What's up with you two?" I asked, turning to face her on the bed.

"Nothing," she whispered miserably. I assumed that "nothing" was the problem.

"Tell me what's wrong Casie."

She ran her hands through her hair, and sighed. "I like him, okay? I like him." I raised an eyebrow at her, fighting the smile on my face, but I still didn't see the problem.

"And?"

"It's like, ugh, I don't know. I know he cares for me. But I don't know how much. We hang out all the time and I love every minute of it. But, never, not once does he try anything; he doesn't try to kiss me, hold my hand, or anything. And if he ever thinks about it, someone always interrupts."

Suddenly I got an idea. "Do you want me to help?" She met my eyes with wary. "How?"

"Well, I could talk to Randy, and all four of us could go out, to like, a club or something. And we leave you guys alone. Giving you some space."

"How do you know if that would work?" I thought about it.

"Trust me. With the right situation, with the right person, and in the right place, anything can happen. I know," and Casie seemed to be thinking about the same thing I was, and both of us blushed.

I heard two deep voices, laughing from outside the door, and I knew John and Randy were coming back. And, sure enough, there was a knock on the door. Casie gasped, and grabbed my wrist.

"Wait!" she whispered.

I stood up from the bed, and watched as she ditched the heating pad under the bed, and sat up, clenching her jaw in pain. Just because I wasn't going to call her on her stubborness, doesn't mean John would be so kind. I waited for her to give me the "okay", before I opened the door and let them in. I walked back over to join Casie on the bed, and watched John stretch out on the foot of the bed, and Randy as he pulled the desk chair to my side, and straddled it.

"So," I asked, "What did Vince want?"

Randy shrugged, but John answered. "Oh you know. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Championship title match details, blah blah blah…"

"Somehow, I can't imagine the word 'blah' coming from Vince's mouth," I mused.

"There's a lot of things that come from his mouth that you wouldn't suspect," Randy joked, causing John to roll around on the bed. I made a horrified face. And I didn't have to fake it. There is no way that I wanted to know any of the details of that situation.

"Hey John, did you know that Lora used to watch wrestling?" Randy asked. I groaned. John paused rolling to prop up on his knees to look at me, cocking his head to the side.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked.

"Because you didn't know who they were when you first arrived and it drives them both nuts," Casie teased. I laughed with her, causing the boys to pout at us.

"I'm sorry," I said, "but the only person I knew from the past on my first day on the job was Hunter. God, I sounded like such an idiot when I talked to him. All I could do was just stare at him and think 'Oh, my gosh! It's Triple H!'"

"I'm just trying to picture a little Lora watching wrestling. It's hard," Randy said.

"Yeah, most girls were playing with make-up and Barbie dolls," John added.

I rolled my eyes at their stereotypical description of little girls. "Yeah, well, my brother and I used to watch it all the time with my girl cousin. He would put us in wrestling moves and we would play pretend with it."

Randy and John laughed, obviously trying to picture it. "Like what?" Randy asked.

"Well," I thought. It had been a long time ago. "My brother would chokeslam us onto the bed, put us in the Scorpion Deathlock, you know Sting's leg submission hold?" I said, looking at the shocked look on both of their faces. They had obviously not thought that I really loved wrestling. "Oh, and we used to pretend that pillows were steel chairs, and would hit each other." By the end of my story, I was smiling to myself, thinking of all the good times the three of us had had growing up watching wrestling.

"So," Randy mused, "you have been training for this job, pretty much your whole life." I shrugged my shoulders, and busted out laughing.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Before I forget, John, Randy, all four of us are going out to a club tomorrow night. Because I haven't partied with Casie at all and it's been while since I have been out parting myself, and I'm in need!" Before I knew what I said, it was too late to take it back. I just had to act like I didn't think anything of it. I didn't dare look to Randy, so I kept my eyes on Casie and John. Casie had her lips clasped shut, and I knew she was fighting her laughter.

The guys were all for the idea, which made Casie happy. But before we all left for our own rooms, Randy turned to me.

"Lora, can you go with me shopping tomorrow. I need a woman's eye on some new clothes?"

I nodded and smiled at him. "It's about time you admit you need help."

oo

The next morning I woke early. Mainly because Casie couldn't sleep and she was texting me, sending my phone into vibrating frenzy. I told her to come over after I had gotten out of the shower if she still needed someone to talk too, because if I was going to help Randy shop today, I was going to need a shower.

The shower washed away the remaining sleep that lagged behind, and I opened the door back into the bedroom, steam billowing out behind me. I had just lugged my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it when there was a knock at the door. Casie must have hidden cameras in my room, I joked. I immediately regretted opening the door without asking who was there.

Because here I was, standing in nothing but a towel, and there was Randy, already fully dressed and ready for the day. I felt the blush start in my cheeks and it seemed to spread all over my body. We were staring at each other with wide, shocked eyes.

"I... er, I thought you were Casie," I mumbled, trying to hide behind the door. But Randy said nothing. He just stared at me, with those intense blue eyes of his. I became aware of every move in the atmosphere around my skin; the slight breeze from the hallway, the coarse carpet underneath my feet.

"Do, you… um, need something?" I asked, when he still didn't say anything. He was making me feel very vulnerable, and he hadn't said a word. Then, I slowly saw comprehension dawn in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly. He smiled softly at me.

"I was just making sure you're awake."

I didn't say anything. Me, standing here half-naked, was answer enough for him. I just remained silent, waiting for him so say something else.

"Well, I'll meet you back here in," he thought about something, "how long are you going to need?"

"Just give me thirty minutes," I rushed out, hoping my voice wouldn't break or crack from embarrassment. He nodded.

"Thirty minutes. I'll be back here in thirty minutes."

He stared at me for a second more, and just walked away, leaving me breathless. I closed the door behind me, and leaned against the wall. That was nearly as embarrassing as waking up next to him in my underwear. But I couldn't deny the tingle I felt on my skin, being that close to him, in that situation. There was something there, for me, at least. And it scared the day-lights out of me. I was definitely attracted to him; just being in the room with him puts my body on hyperawareness.

I shook my head clear of those thoughts. I only had thirty minutes to get ready, and I had just wasted five of them in my own thought. I threw on a cute yellow tank top and a short grey cotton skirt, wearing my black flip flops. I scrunched some gel in my hair, giving it a tousled look. I had just finished applying a little eyeliner when Randy returned. I joined him in the hallway and he smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I think I prefer the terrycloth," he said, referring to the towel. And since I had sometime to collect myself, I was able to joke about it.

"I'll be sure to let the Big Show know." And he lightly pushed my arm, causing me to collaspe into giggles.

oo

It turns out that getting to dress up Randy Orton was a lot of fun. I made him try on everything that I thought would look semi-decent on him. Of course, the man could wear a burlap sack, and still be extremely good looking. I didn't think it was fair for someone to be that handsome. He doesn't even have to try. I don't know why he asked me to come along for help, but I'm glad that I went.

By the end of the day, Randy had five new shirts, with pants to go along with them, and also two new bottles of his favorite cologne; Black Code by Giorgio Armani. We didn't even make it out of the store before he had a bottle open and spritzed himself with it. I had made the mistake of rolling my eyes at him, and managed to get a good spray right on the center of my shirt, making me smell like him. The sun was beginning to set on our outting when Randy turned to me.

"One more stop," he said. I groaned. The man could shop longer than a girl. "Hey, you'll like this one!" And he pointed to a small boutique full of high fashion designer clothes. The only thing was, it was women's clothes. I looked at him in confusion, and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I promised you that I would replace your shirt, didn't I?"

I froze. That was the first time he had really mentioned anything from that night. And he wasn't being hateful, rude, or nasty. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about my favorite shirt getting ruined at the hands of Randy, and that he offered to replace it.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking back, when he realized that I had stopped walking. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and I looked at him. He remembered that night. Why did he get to remember, and not me?

"Yeah, I'm... Thank you," I said. He blinked at me, as if trying to focus in on something, and smiled.

"Thank me after you pick out a new shirt," and he motioned towards the store.

oo

I looked in the mirror, checking my outfit. I absolutely adored my new shirt. It was basically strapless with a halter top-type strap disappearing under my hair, and connected at the middle of my chest. It had multi-colored, thick blended, vertical stripes of purple, blue, white, teal and black. It fit snug around my chest, but flowed down to where it stopped at my waist. I felt a little guilty because I didn't even know the price of the shirt. As soon as I knew that's what I wanted, Randy snatched it from me, and made me wait outside while he paid for it. And he had even torn the tag off, so that I couldn't look at it later. I sighed, hoping I didn't set him back too much. I found my favorite pair of tight blue jeans and black strappy high-heels. I was kind of excited that I got to finally use my new teal eyeshadow; I know, getting excited over make-up is a little crazy, but I can be girly when I want to. Overall, I liked the outfit. It made me feel… sexy. This is saying something when you're surrounded by gorgeous men and women all day long.

As I waited for Randy to come by my room, I picked up my dirty clothes I had discarded earlier, trying to make a neat pile in the corner of the room. I couldn't help myself but hold my yellow top up to my face, smelling the cologne Randy had attacked me with. It smelled just like his pillow, just like him. God, my body even reacts to his smell. He didn't even have to be in the room. I was so consumed in my thoughts, that I jumped when there was a knock at the door. I grabbed up my phone, my ID and my money, shoving them in my back pockets, and I met Randy in the hall.

"Hi," I said, taking in the sight of him. He had on one of the new shirts that we had bought together. It had been my favorite because it was a blue, quarter-length sleeve button up top, with rolled cuffs. The blue in the shirt made his eyes pop. His jeans were such a dark blue they nearly looked black, and his favorite pair of black shoes. God, he was gorgeous.

"You look great," was his hello. And I hated to admit to myself, that it was a good hello. I fought the blush that I knew was coming and ducked my head, tucking a piece of my wavy hair behind my ear.

"Thanks. We should get going. John and Casie are already waiting for us," I said. And he nodded, and we rode silently down the elevator and met up with them in the lobby.

Casie looked absolutely amazing. She had on a silk dress that fell to just above her knees, and it was white, with black stripes of all different sizes in a vertical fashion, with a splash of blue stripes filing some spaces on the left side. It had two thick black straps in tank top-style that V-ed down to show off a nice amount of her skin. It was tied tight under her chest, because I had done the tying, and it twirled with ease. If she barely shifted a leg, it shimmered. She wore a pair of silver heels, which strapped around her ankles. I looked mediocre compared to her; but she was a Diva. I was not. I was happy with the way I had turned out just fine, however.

I nearly laughed when I saw the look on John's face. He was ogling her. He was practically drooling. I did note that John cleaned up nicely himself in a white button down shirt, with the top buttons undone, and some light blue jeans. John didn't even notice when we arrived, and I had to give Randy a look of warning to not say anything to jeopardize their chances.

"Casie… wow," I said. "You look amazing!" She blushed.

"Thank you! You do too! Where'd you get that top? You have to let me borrow that sometime!" she exclaimed, as we headed to the car. I looked to Randy, for help. I hadn't thought anyone would ask about it, and I hadn't come up with a good enough lie.

"I bought it for her," Randy said, telling the truth. "For being such a good sport, shopping with me today." Well, sort of the truth. I sent him a look of gratitude, and he just smirked. And I just stared at his lips. God, this was going to be a long night.

When we arrived at the club, "Phoenix Landing", I had a rush of déjà vu. I pushed aside the thoughts that I was with Randy, in a club, and the last time that had happened, I woke up next to him. This night was for Casie and John. Randy and I both knew it. We decided to have a drink first, and all crowded around the already crowded bar. Randy bought the first round of shots, and I drug Casie out on the dance floor. Before I let her go off with John, I was going to dance with my best friend. The music was loud and thumping so hard I couldn't tell wheither it was my heart or the beat I was feeling. Randy and John laughed from the edge of the dance floor, as they watched us dancing. It felt good to party with my best friend. I leaned in close to her ear.

"John was practically drooling over you in the lobby!" I laughed, and Casie replied in giggles.

We danced for about fifteen more minutes before we were thirsty again. John footed the round this time. But after my shot, I ordered my drink of choice; pineapple and rum. Was that a bad choice? Probably. But I had no plans of getting drunk. I sipped on my drink. I just needed something to wash away the taste of tequila. I noticed when John took hold of Casie's hand, and led her to the dance floor. I elbowed Randy in the ribs, and pointed over at them. He smiled.

"It's about time," he said as we watched them dance together, her arms draped around his neck, and his around her waist. I tensed a little, remembering that's how Randy and I had danced that night. I turned to look at him, meeting his eye.

"Want to dance?" he asked, his voice was gravely and soft. I nodded and followed him out, not too far from where Casie and John were. He placed his hands gently on my waist, and I didn't know exactly where to put mine, so I just rested them on his biceps. I kept my eye sight on his neck, trying not to look him in the eye. I could smell his Armani cologne, and I don't know what came over me. I laid my head down on his shoulder. He tightened his grip around me. I sighed, closing my eyes against his warm body as he pressed his face into my hair.

And it hit me. I liked Randy Orton. It wasn't just some attraction I had for the man. I was head over heels in like with the man. And I backed out of his embrace like I had been shocked by lightening. He looked at me with concern in those gorgeous blue eyes.

"What's the matter?" I was panicking.

"I... um… Nothing. I just, need to use the restroom," I said, brushing past him as fast as I could, leaving him standing on the dance floor.

It was a relief to finally be in the sanctity of the women's restroom. I could have my panic attack with only just a few people watching. Oh my gosh, the voice in my head was screaming. No coherent thoughts were running through my head. I liked Randy Orton. I freaking liked Randy freaking Orton.

God, I was stupid. But I couldn't hang out in the bathroom all night; they would wonder where I went. Even Randy. So I checked my make-up and my hair, and walked out of the bathroom, determined not to act like anything was wrong. I found John and Casie at the bar, sitting with their knees angled together, nearly touching. At least my plan had worked. They seemed to be getting along, as more than friends. But I wasn't going hang around with them the whole night. I was never comfortable being anyone's third wheel. I sat down next to Casie, and ordered another drink. I looked around myself, but I didn't see Randy anywhere.

"Where's Randy?" Casie asked me, turning away from John. I shrugged my shoulders and glanced towards the dance floor. What I saw made my eyes bug and it prevoked a feeling, that at first I could not name; only because I was so caught up in it.

Randy was dancing, rather closely I might add, with this blonde woman, whose dress was just a little longer than my shirt. She had her back pressed up against his front, grinding back into him. His hands seem to have a mind of their own on her body. It was like some massive car wreck on the side of the road, and I could not look away, no matter how much my heart was screaming at me too.

"Lora?" Casie said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I mentally shook all thoughts from my head, and hitched a smile on my face.

"Yeah?" Okay, I absolutely fail as an actress. Casie wasn't buying my smile or my tone.

How could I tell my best friend that I liked Randy? I spent the first weeks of my job hating him, and then being his friend, and now? How could I tell her that my chest hurt to see him touch that blonde bimbo? How could I describe to her the feelings I get when he touches me? Well, I certainly couldn't do it here. I downed the last of my drink, and I couldn't fight the urge I had to look back. But I immediately regretted it.

I gasped as my eyes landed on Randy and the blonde liplocked together, in the middle of the dance floor. His hands were tangled in her hair, and she was clinging to him for dear life. I felt the stinging in the corner of my ears, and I was shocked then my eyes started filling with tears. What is wrong with me? I never cry, and here I am, on the brink of sobbing. I tore my eyes away from the scene, and blinked rapidly.

"Um, I think I'm going to call it a night," I said, turning to Casie.

"What? No!" she looked from me to Randy and back. She looked nearly as upset as I was. She knew why I was going home. "Then, I'm coming with you."

"Oh, no! I'm not ruining your night! I'll be fine, I just have a headache," I lied, mainly for John, because I knew he could hear me. I glanced back to the dance floor. They had disappeared; to do God knows what, God knows where. I quickly paid my tab.

"Text me when you get back to the hotel," Casie ordered, looking upset. I promised that I would, and just about ran for the door, sighing when I reached the fresh air. I hailed a cab, and gave them the address of the hotel.

Like a horrible movie, it just kept replaying over and over in my head. I knew exactly where his hands were on her body, and I saw their mouths meshing together. It made me sick. But I managed to reign in the tears. Well, at least until I got to my room. Once I was in the solidarity of my room, I couldn't hold back any longer. The tears followed freely down my face. I felt like an utter fool. One, for crying over him; I let my emotions get the better of me, and now it was too late to try and stop the tears. And two, for letting myself form feelings for someone, so… popular with the women.

I yanked off the top, it being a reminder of him, and threw on my favorite, oversized shirt. I lay in bed, waiting for sleep to take, but all I saw was that image of the unnamed blonde and Randy. This made more tears leak out of my eyes.

Awww… sad times!! Next chapter, well, it won't get any better, but it will be in Randy's POV if it makes you feel any better! Thanks for reading and remember to REVIEW!!! =P