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CHAPTER TEN: HOW ABOUT DINNER?
Others would probably feel embarrassed if they were working out in front of someone as hot as Randy Orton. But I wasn't 'most others', I'm Tiffany Marvel and I don't care about what other people thought of me. So sweating and groaning in front of an attractive man didn't particularly bother me. I finished my set of push ups and grumbled as I dropped to the ground and rolled onto my back, lifting my hands to push stray piece of hair away from my sticky face. I rolled my head to the side and looked over at the figure of Randy as he worked with one of the exercise machines. My attention was always drawn towards him for some reason, i was mesmerised by him and I barely knew the man.
"You should try to make undressing him with your eyes a little less obvious." Nattie's whisper snapped me out of my daze and I turned my head to look towards her, propping myself up with my elbows.
"I'm doing no such thing!" I retorted in a mock tone of offense, before a slow grin grew at my lips, simply proving that Nattie was right and I had been imagining very naughty things in my mind. I caught my lower lip between my teeth as I passed one quick glance over at Randy whilst I lifted myself to my feet. By the looks of it he was finishing up and as he looked over at me I made sure to quickly divert my gaze in a different direction, turning around to face Nattie – that didn't look suspicious at all. God dammit, Tiff.
"I'm going to stick around for a little while longer.. Got some new additions to my workout." Nattie informed me from her position on the mat. Damn that girl pushed herself to the limits, no wonder why she was such a great wrestler.
"Okay that's cool; I'll see you at lunch." I reminded her of our plans for lunch before grabbing my jacket and bottle of water from the ground. Within seconds I was at the doors of the gym and after making my exit from the room I bumped into a solid mass, stumbling back a little until a pair of hands steadied me. I really need to start watching where I'm going. I slowly looked up to see who I had knocked into and almost fallen on my ass in front of, and a look up revealed that it was none other than Cody, looking down at me with that dashing smile. It was quite obvious why he had been given the name 'Dashing Cody Rhodes'. Why hadn't I noticed how cute he was?
"Good morning.." he greeted whilst slowly lowering his hands from my arms, crossing them over his firm chest. Good morning indeed.
"Hey." I answered. Hey? What the hell kind of response was that, Tiff? "I just remembered.. I haven't had the chance to thank you for helping me out the other night.." I began to thank him for his assistance in getting me to the hospital, watching as a small smile pulled at each corner of his mouth, which surprisingly, made me smile as well. "So yeah, thanks for the help.. it's very much appreciated." I finished with a quick laugh, lifting a hand to rub at the back of my neck as I lowered my gaze, before lifting it again as he began to speak.
"Don't mention it.. I wasn't exactly going to sit back and do nothing. You needed help and thankfully I was there to be of assistance." He began, still staring down at me through captivating eyes. "By the way.. I've been meaning to ask you something.. I still feel really bad about what happened that night in the parking lot.. And I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner some time? As my apology to you." Whoa, whoa, whoa! Was he asking me out? Sure, he was only suggesting that it was an apology in the form of dinner, but wasn't that what most guys said as an excuse to get a date without actually calling it one?
I felt myself grin as I looked down the stretch of the corridor at my side, bringing my bottom lip in-between my teeth. A date with Cody wouldn't be too bad.. I think I'd actually quite enjoy it. After all, I haven't been on a date for the best of six months. "Well.." I began in a sigh, as if the idea of a date was a massive burden. "I think I can do that.." I continued as I slowly looked back up at Cody, flashing him one of my little, genuine smiles. "Actually, I would love that." I concluded, pretty proud of myself for not coming out with something stupid. I warmed up a little as I watched another smile curl at Cody's lips, why was he having that much of an effect on me? Damn my weakness for cute smiles.
"Good.. I mean, great.. That's really.. great." He responded with a laugh, clearly he was almost, or equally as surprised as I was. "How does tonight sound? We could squeeze in some dinner before we have to get on the road.." he suggested, thinking of a date off of the top of his head.
"You know what? That sounds good to me. How does seven sound?" I questioned, hoping that I hadn't made any other plans at that time, or else I'd be letting some other people down. Because there was no way I was going to miss a date with Cody.
"Seven? Seven sounds great." He grinned down at me with a nod of his head as confirmation.
"Perfect. I'll meet you in the lobby at seven." I confirmed our rendevouz point and time with a smile and after an agreement from Cody, we parted from one another. However as I walked away, I shot a quick glance over my shoulder to watch as Cody made his way into the gym where Randy was still present; well that's what I assumed, judging by the fact that I hadn't seen him leave whilst talking with Cody. I had to admit, I was a little gutted that it wasn't Randy that I was going on a date with. But I had to forget about him and my silly little crush; he was married and so not interested. Right now, all I needed to focus on was the day ahead of me, and now I had something to look forward to, a dinner date with one of the most dashing superstars in the business.