DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

The only good thing about the day was that it was nearly over. Randy had grudgingly sat on the sidelines as the crew worked to film the first of Nina's scenes. It had been a test of his will power to stay under the radar as Nina worked. As much as he'd wanted to be back at the hotel, he couldn't make himself leave. Nina was amazing to watch. She was funny and incredibly smart. She had a very gentle way about her. Every person on the set would bend over backward to make her happy. She just had that affect on people. She was gracious and kind, expecting the best out of every person around her. Things had gone from boring to interesting once he realized the very sight of him made Bailey practically trip over her own feet. If nothing else, he got the satisfaction of knowing he was being a thorn in her side. Randy spent the morning sitting nearby, alternately watching Nina and glaring at Bailey.

Just after lunch boredom once again took root. Randy was bored out of his skull. He watched from behind the protection of his sunglasses as Renny spoke quietly to Nina. She stared up at him with unblinking eyes and he explained the subtle nuances of the scene. After what seemed like an eternity, Nina nodded and stepped back onto the set. Without another interruption, they filmed the entire scene. As the crew took a quick break to move several items on scene, Randy flicked a glance at Bailey. She absolutely refused to so much as acknowledge him. For the better part of the day, she had done whatever was necessary to avoid being around him. She'd intentionally kept herself as far away as possible.

Just as the sun was beginning to set, Renny called a halt to the day's progress. He wanted everyone to go back to their rooms and prepare for the next day. Renny expected everyone to return to the set focused and ready to make the most of their time. Randy heaved a sigh of relief as he stood and stretched. Gary slapped him hard on the back as the two quietly spoke. Bailey waited until Randy's attention was focused on Gary before crossing over to her abandoned chair. She picked up her tote and began to quickly shove things inside. Although she tried not to listen to their conversation, Bailey couldn't help but overhear Gary ask if Randy had plans for the evening. With a sly smile Randy nodded and responded that he had plans to take Nina out to dinner. Bailey gasped in horror as Randy made a thinly veiled innuendo that suggested he wanted Nina to offer herself as dessert. She shot a murderous glare at Randy as she shouldered the tote. Randy's deep laughter followed her as she quickly made an escape. Watching Bailey scamper away like a scared rabbit had been the highlight of his day. At least it had been until he arrived at Nina's room exactly on time.

Now, Randy could barely tear his eyes away from Nina. The blue dress hugged her body in all the right places. Her silky dark hair was swept back from her oval shaped face. She looked as young and innocent as a woman could. Randy wanted to take her out on the town and show her just how bad he could be. Leaning forward in his seat, he studied her with curious gray eyes.

"So what's life like in Atlanta?" Randy knew the fastest way to get a woman to start talking was to ask about herself.

Nina's smile was heart-felt as she glanced up at Randy. "It's pretty normal. I get up, go to work and come home at the end of the day."

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Randy's mouth, "There's gotta be more."

The blush creeping into her cheeks was absolutely adorable. "You don't believe me?"

Randy flashed a killer smile as he leaned back in his chair. "I just can't imagine you sitting home every weekend."

Nina laughed softly as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Believe me, I'm more of a homebody."

Randy couldn't believe a beautiful girl like Nina would spend many nights alone, scarfing down a pint of Ben & Jerry's. She was much more suited to hot parties and close contact dancing. He laughed softly as once again his gaze moved over her.

"You never paint the town?"

Nina laughed, the sound was soft and musical. She shook her head slightly. "Not really. Ian and I like to stay in. He loves to cook."

Randy's predatory gaze snapped up to lock with hers. Who the hell was Ian? Just how serious were they? "Does he?"

Nina murmured softly under her breath. She took a small sip of white wine before looking at Randy again. The instant she mentioned Ian, Randy's entire demeanor changed. One second he was teasing and playful. The next he was looking at her as if he was figuring out how hard it would be to make her disappear. The way he was staring at her make her feel slightly edgy. Ignoring the slightly uneasy feeling, she continued.

"He's quite talented, actually. Although there have been a few times things didn't turn out so well."

Randy made a small noise in the back of this throat. As if taking the cue to continue, Nina started relating the story of the time cooking spaghetti ended with the fire department being called. His gaze moved around the room, taking in the details. They were in a smaller section of the dining room. At one time it had been a small covered porch. Now it was enclosed by light brown bricks, creating an intimate little space. French doors opened into the main dining room. Potted ivy plants hung from the ceiling. The atmosphere of the restaurant was cozy and intimate. His gaze was drawn to the doorway. Through narrowed eyes, he watched as Bailey stepped into the restaurant. A moment later she was joined by a tall, incredibly well-built man. The man came to stand beside Bailey as she spoke to the hostess. Bailey barely came up to the top of the guy's shoulder. As Bailey turned to speak with the hostess, he stepped directly into Randy's line of vision. Bailey was totally blocked by the guy's sheer size. After a moment he stepped back and allowed Bailey to precede him. He followed slightly behind, one hand placed lightly on the small of her back.

The other couple crossed the room to be seated at a table at the far end. The man waited patiently as Bailey took a seat in the chair facing him. A moment later, he took the opposite chair. Randy realized he was grinding his teeth as he stared at Bailey. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He forced his gaze back to Nina who was still happily nattering on about the virtues of Ian. It took all of his self control not to look at Bailey again. Instead he forced himself to watch Nina finish the last of her Blackened Salmon. Hopefully she wouldn't want to order dessert. The sooner they left, the better. He wasn't entirely sure he would be able to stay in the same room much longer.

Against his better judgment, he glanced at Bailey. She was smiling as she toyed with her wine glass. Letting go of a hard breath, Randy reached across the table and grabbed Nina's hand.

"How does a walk along the river sound?" Randy forced a smile.

Surprised, Nina looked at him. Her head tilted to the side as she silently studied him. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Randy nodded once in response, "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

Nina's smile was nearly angelic. "I think that would be nice. I'd love to see the city at night."

Randy motioned for their waitress. He silently handed her his credit card without bothering to ask for the check. She took the square of plastic then disappeared. As he waited for her to return, he drummed his fingers on the pristine white table cloth. After an eternity she returned and gave Randy the small leather case. He scrawled his signature across the bottom of the receipt without so much as looking at the total. Roughly, he shoved back his chair and moved to stand beside Nina's chair. He kept his body at an angle, hoping to block her view of the rest of the restaurant.

Nina picked up her small handbag and turned to face Randy. She took two steps then paused. "Look, there's Bailey!"

Randy bit back a muttered curse as he glanced at Bailey. Thankfully, Bailey seemed oblivious to their presence. "So it is."

Nina slipped her hand onto Randy's arm and tugged gently. "Let's say hello."

Randy dug in his heels as he shook his head. "They look like they don't want to be disturbed."

Nina made a soft tsking noise under her breath. "Nonsense. Bailey won't mind at all."

Randy resisted for a moment. He flicked a glance at Bailey and immediately wished he hadn't. Her eyes were locked on them, her smile quickly fading as their eyes met. She sank back in her chair and looked away. She whispered something to her date, causing the big man to turn slightly in his chair. His eyes narrowed as he looked Randy over from head to toe. Randy knew a challenge when he saw it.

"You're right, Nina, we really should say hello."

Randy took Nina by the hand and tugged her across the room. Coming to stand beside the table, he nudged Nina forward.

Nina glared at him for a heart beat before flashing one of her trademark smiles. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."

Bailey forced a smile as she looked up. Remembering her manners, Bailey placed her damask napkin on the table and stood. She quickly hugged Nina and stepped away.

"What are you doing here?" Bailey asked. She flicked a glance at Randy who's attention was focused elsewhere.

"We're getting to know each other. With the big scenes coming up, Randy thought it would be a good idea."

Bailey arched a brow. "Did he, now?"

Randy turned slightly to look at Bailey. "Just want to make the scenes as real as possible."

Bailey felt a flush creep into her cheeks. She knew Randy was trying to needle her. Not wanting to let Randy know he was affecting her, she forced a smile. However, Randy was not paying her the least bit of attention. His attention was focused on her brother. The way the two men were sizing each other up was not lost on Bailey. She cleared her throat loudly.

"Nina, Randy, I'd like you to meet Matt. Matt, this is Nina Dobrev." Matt rose slowly from his seat to stand in front of Randy. He glared at the other man before offering his hand to Nina.

"Very nice to meet you, ma'am." Matt smiled, flashing a set of deeply cut dimples. Nina giggled softly and shook his hand. Matt nodded to her as she took a step back.

"And this is …."

"I'm Randy Orton." he interrupted.

Bailey shot him a scathing glare which he barely noticed. Matt grudgingly offered his hand in greeting. Randy gripped his hand, exerting more pressure than was truly called for. Matt didn't so much as flinch. He simply waited for Randy to decide he was finished strong-arming. Matt's hand dropped to his side as he turned slightly to Bailey. He nodded once, cuing her to sit.

Randy watched as Bailey responded to Matt's silent command. She perched lightly on the edge of her seat and folded her hands neatly in her lap. It was rather odd to see her acting as a demure lady would. Most of the time she was nothing short of Attila the Hun. He bit back a smile as Matt took his seat.

"So you work with Bailey?" Matt's voice was deep and thickly accented.

Nina smiled and nodded. "Bailey is a doll. We're glad to have her working with us. Aren't we?"

Randy nodded slightly as Nina looked up at him. "Absolutely thrilled."

Bailey noticed the sarcasm dripping from his words. Linking her fingers tightly together, she fought valiantly to keep her composure. She glanced at Matt and saw the way the muscles along his jaw were working. Matt's temper was about to get the best of him. She reached across the table and covered his hand with hers. She shook her head slightly and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Eske ou vle m 'okipe sa a? " Matt asked her softly in Cajun French. Do you want me to handle this?

She hesitated a moment before answering, "Non, li pral sèlman fè li vin pi mal." No, it will only make it worse.

Matt nodded once in agreement. Bailey was more than capable of handling an arrogant ass. But if Orton so much as twitched, he would gladly hand him his ass on a silver platter.

Sensing the growing tension, Nina nervously shifted. "We won't keep you. I just wanted to say hello."

Bailey smiled slightly as she met Nina's gaze. She saw nothing but honest sincerity. She had no doubt Randy was the one behind this little public display. "That's very sweet, Nina."

Randy wrapped an arm around Nina's waist. He forced a smile as he glanced at Bailey. "I'm glad to see you're taking the time to relax. I know how busy you've been. It must be so hard trying to run everything by yourself."

Bailey gasped in outrage as she glared up at Randy. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Just as she was about to let loose a scathing response, Randy nudged Nina gently.

"Let's give these two love birds some privacy." Randy smiled a devious sort of smile as his gray eyes raked over her. "Try to get to bed at a decent hour, Bailey. You've got a busy day tomorrow."

With that Randy turned sharply on his heel. Nina made an apologetic face and hurried after him. Bailey heaved a relieved sigh as she sank back in her chair. A long moment passed before Matt spoke.

"What the hell was that?"

Bailey frowned as she shook her head. "That is the reason I have an ulcer."

Matt grumbled something under his breath. Bailey smiled as she looked at her brother. She had no doubt that Matt would gladly feed Randy to the gators. He'd happily and efficiently dispose of her annoying little problem without so much as batting an eyelash. Truth be told, she was more than a little tempted to let him do it. No matter how tempted she was to say yes, it wouldn't really solve her problems. She'd just trade the current set for a new set. No, she'd have to deal with the arrogant ass herself. Just could only pray that she could do that without getting herself into deeper trouble.