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Randy kicked open his hotel door with his foot and flipped on the light with his elbow. He looked down at Tyson who was passed out at the moment. He gently laid her on the bed. He took off his shirt and jeans to change into some shorts and a tank then lay down beside her. He stared at her face trying to erase all of the images of what could have happened to her out of his mind. All he could see was Mike's smug ass face and Tyson struggling feebly against him. His muscles tensed in fury. He would have killed Mike if he'd taken Tyson. They were by no means officially dating, he knew Tyson well enough not to scare her off with any sort of commitment. Even still he pretended that she was his. Ever since the night they had dinner together on the roof, he'd been plotting to make her his. He hadn't figured out a way around her commitment phobia yet. He was trying to keep her interest in him by not giving her the one thing he knew she wanted from him. Sex. He groaned just thinking about it. Every night after he'd said goodnight to her or she fell asleep in his arms he mentally cursed himself out for hours sometimes. Randy was usually very impulsive, it was just his nature, so saying no to her went against his natural instincts. The only way he kept up his plan was by reminding himself of the pay off. Tyson Flair and all that he loved about her would be his. He knew he would have to wear her down to win her and he had planned to do just that. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and kissed her temple. She moaned softly as her eyes opened slowly.

"Don't stop Randy that feels so good." She whispered.

Randy gritted his teeth as she kissed the side of his neck and moved up to his chin. Her bright blue eyes wee still cloudy from the combination of the drug he knew Mike had given her and the alcohol. She ran her tongue slowly over her bottom lip before pressing them to his. When he opened his mouth to take a breath he felt her tongue enter and dart around. He swallowed her moan as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt. He broke their kiss to maintain his sanity and pressed his lips to her throat.

"Randy, please?" she begged, touching him through his gym shorts.

He flinched and stood up; he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror if he gave her what she wanted tonight. He went into the bathroom leaving her on the bed. He turned on the bright light and splashed cold water on his face.

"Get a grip Randy." He scolded himself.

Once he'd gotten control of himself he stepped back into the bedroom. Unfortunately, Tyson was not going to make his planned abstinence easy for him. While he was in the bathroom she had stripped down to her bra and underwear and was writhing on the bed. Randy closed his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. Why did she have to be so irresistible?

"Tyson, will you put on one of my shirts?" he asked quietly.

He saw her nod, so he picked up the closest one and extended it to her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of her between her legs and immediately fused their mouths together. She pulled his shirt off and continued to kiss him lifting her hips up to meet his. His mind was in a haze and it took everything he had to raise himself up to his knees. Tyson had her eyes closed and her head back still pushing against him. Randy's breathing was harsh as he touched his fingertips to her lips. She took one into her mouth and sucked on it eagerly, finally looking in his eyes. He moved his finger down her chin and down the side of her neck. She closed her eyes again and turned her head to the side moaning softly. His fingers continued their path between her breasts that were making his mouth water. She arched her back, aching for him to touch more of her. He continued to the flat plane of her stomach tracing her rib cage and teasing her belly ring. He drew a line between her hip bones as she lifted her hips to meet his touch. His fingers grazed the lace of her thong and twitched involuntarily to remove them. He was playing with fire and could feel the slow burn coursing through him.

"Randy." She pleaded.

He took her wrists in his hand and lifted her into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her. He combed his fingers through her hair and felt her lips on his chest. He eased her back on the bed and continued kneeling between her thighs.

She watched him with sadness in her eyes, "Don't you want me Randy?"

He bit his lip; she was so vulnerable right now. She didn't understand his goal. He didn't want to be a one night stand. He couldn't allow her to move on to the next guy after he had sex with her. He had to make her fall in love with him and almost impossible task for someone as wary of commitment as she. He leaned down on top of her again and kissed her lips.

"Soon." He whispered rolling onto the bed beside her. He pulled her to his chest and extended her arm around him. He kissed the top of her head and slowly ran his hand up and down her arm soothing her to sleep. She would never know how close she'd come to breaking him. He closed his eyes drifting to sleep in her arms.

The next morning Tyson was awakened by Randy's voice. He was at the door talking to someone for a moment before shutting it and coming back in the room.

"Morning beautiful." He said softly, "I got you some breakfast before we leave."

She sat up stretching her arms above her head.

"Good, I'm starving." She stated.

He brought a tray of food and placed it before her stretching out beside her.

"Was I super drunk last night?" she asked, picking through the food.

He grinned lazily, "Yeah, you were."

She grimaced, "Did I embarrass myself?"

He chuckled, "No, but you were very grabby."

Tyson blushed looking away from him. Oh she hoped she didn't slip up and ask him why he hadn't slept with her yet.

"Sorry." She said quietly.

She felt like the biggest dumb ass. Now he was probably never going to sleep with her. He closed his eyes resting a hand on her thigh to let her eat in peace.

"I guess I need to go get packed." She muttered suddenly very shy around him. He got up and moved the tray from the bed. When she got up to put her clothes back on, he really did make an honest effort not to watch her. It seemed that she had developed some sort of gravitational pull. Even though he had his feet firmly planted, he felt himself being drawn to her by some unseen force. His whole body tingled when he broke physical contact with her, and it was beginning to become unbearable.

"Thanks for taking care of me. I'll see you later." She smiled shyly going to the door.

She was almost there when he called her name, "Tyson."

She stopped and turned slowly to face him. He took two long strides and pulled her to him roughly. He crushed his lips to hers and squeezed her tightly. He kissed her until he was sure that she would thing of nothing else but him until they saw each other again. Tyson gasped fro air when he finally pulled away form her.

"I lo….I'll see you later, okay?" he stammered.

He almost hit himself in the forehead over his slip up. He was so caught up in how right she felt with him that he'd almost told her he loved her. She nodded still dazed at the intensity of his embrace and left his room.

Tyson and Logan had to run to board their flight. Logan had taken her sweet ass time moping around and getting her things together, and had almost made them miss their flight.

"I'm right here." Logan said, smiling when she saw who she was sitting next to.

"Must be my lucky day." John Cena said standing in the aisle to allow Logan to sit in the window seat.

Tyson checked her ticket looking for her seat, "Have fun."

She saw her empty seat right next to Mike a few rows back. He was smirking at her, waving at her to join him. She started to make her way back to her seat when she was stopped by someone grasping her arm. Ted stood up from his window seat as Randy pulled his legs up to let him out.

"Take my seat Ty. I'll go sit with Mike." Ted offered.

She slid into her seat by Randy who had a hoodie and shades on.

"Did you go into the witness protection or something?" she asked.

"No, just tired." He answered.

He was actually trying to hide his relief that she didn't have to sit beside Mike who he heard complaining about them switching seats. A few minutes later a stewardess came over to Randy and Tyson.

"I'm sorry but the gentleman in row twenty four said that you were sitting in the wrong seat. May I please see your ticket stub?" she asked.

Tyson held it out to her.

She looked it over, "Your seat is right back here, if you'll come with me please."

Randy glared back at Mike who was grinning triumphantly and Ted who had a worried expression on his face. Randy leaned over toward Tyson to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed the stewardess two hundred dollar bills.

"She's staying here." Randy stated.

The stewardess nodded taking the bills discreetly from Randy, "Sorry about the disturbance"

Tyson kept her eyes on Randy, "Was it that big of a deal for me to sit in my actual seat?"

Randy's mouth pulled into a smirk as he put his arm around her pulling her to his chest.

He reclined their seats back, "I don't like sharing you remember?"

Tyson's heart fluttered as she snuggled into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and drifted to sleep.

When their flight landed Logan rushed to Tyson's side.

"I LOVE rebounding." She whispered excitedly as John walked past and winked at her.

Tyson kept her mouth shut thinking of poor Cody.

"Are we still going shopping today or do have other things on your 'to do' list?" Tyson asked.

"Yes, we are. I'm meeting John after the show tonight." Logan smiled.

Tyson nodded, "Good, I've got to get something for Randy's birthday next week."

Logan stopped walking, "What?"

"His birthday is next week." Tyson repeated.

"Ty, what are you doing?" Logan asked slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Tyson asked, her temper beginning to flare a bit.

"You and Randy are not going anywhere. He's not what you're used to. He's turning what was supposed to be a hit it and quit it into a how long can I drag this out." Logan said watching Tyson's face.

Tyson took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her jaw, "I like that he's not what I'm used to. It's refreshing to have someone to talk to that doesn't know what I look like naked. He's fun to hang out with Logan, what's wrong with that?"

Logan scoffed and laughed, "You're buying him a birthday present and he won't even sleep with you?"

"You know what Logan, stay out of my business." Tyson muttered walking off.

"Let me know when the real Tyson gets back. You know the girl that doesn't compromise who she is for some guy that means absolutely nothing to her." Logan called.

Tyson turned on her heel, "You're just jealous that I haven't literally fucked up a possibly good thing. Maybe I'm tired of jumping from guy to guy Logan."

Logan looked like she could attack her right then and there.

"Yeah well, you're about to fuck up this friendship if you don't get your shit together. I can't believe you pulled the 'jealousy' card. Did you ever think that you might be the jealous one because I already got a guy that was head over heels for me and you don't have shit to show for except an orchid and a couple of hickies?" Logan spat.

"Thanks Lo, for being the biggest bitch I know. Go fuck as may guys as you want, but count me out." Tyson hissed, fighting tears.

Logan let hers fall freely, "Here comes your snuggle buddy now. I'll get my own room so the two of you can hug it out all night."

She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and walked past Randy without even looking at him.

He went to Tyson putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing her cheek, "You okay?"

Tyson took a deep breath and turned around, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Did you want to ride to the hotel with me?" he asked pulling her chin up to look at him.

She nodded. He pressed his lips to hers and took her hand.

"Are you gonna come to the show tonight?" Randy asked grabbing her bags for her.

"I don't think so. I'm in desperate need of some retail therapy." She said.

"I'm sorry you and Logan got into a fight." He sympathized maneuvering all of their bags around so he could hold her hand again.

Tyson shrugged, "It's never easy with Logan. She's a stereotypical red head."

Randy laughed, "How bout a movie in my room after the show tonight to get your mind off of things?"

"That sounds great." She smiled.

ONE WEEK LATER

Tyson was waiting outside of Randy's door with his birthday gift behind her back. She had gotten him a gift certificate to get his Hummer detailed and the windows tinted remembering that he'd complained about it a couple of weeks ago.

"Morning." Randy greeted rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Happy birthday!" she said handing him his gift and kissing his cheek.

He pulled her into his room and into the bed with him.

"Ty, you didn't have to get me anything." He said.

"I wanted to." She replied.

"This isn't what I want for my birthday though." He said looking at her seriously.

"Oh, I thought you would like it." She frowned.

He shook his head as he crawled between her legs. His strong tattooed arms on either side of her head as he hovered over her with a seductive grin on his face that was making her tingle.

He lowered himself down onto her and brushed her lips with his, "I want you."

hmmm....what did he mean by that? stay tuned, and keep up the reviews!! i love to hear from you :)