Chapter 10.
Mickie and I stepped into the arena a few hours later. Mickie was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top, with her hair thrown up into a messy bun and big sunglasses covering her eyes. I on the other hand, since I couldn't change, was wearing a white tank top with a black shirt over it and a new pair of white professional pants with my black boots.
"I'll meet up with you later, okay?" Mickie smiled as I nodded, before slipping into the Women's Locker room. I made my way down the hall to where I was to be for the night.
I opened the door to the office and placed my things on the table inside. I took out my laptop and sat it on the desk, turning it on. I closed the door, grabbed a water out of the mini fridge and sat at the desk. Suddenly, the door swung open and entered and angry Randy Orton and a camera man. Um, what am I supposed to do?
"Where the hell do you get off slapping me?!" He yelled coming onto my side of my desk, grabbing my arm and pulling me up, pushing me against the wall. With his back to the camera, he mouthed 'Go with it.'
"Uh... Where the hell do you get off kissing me?!" I yelled back with a slightly unsure look on my face.
"I did that to prove a point! But that still doesn't mean you had to slap me for it!" He yelled again. I cringed at his loud voice.
"Get out of my office! Get out right now!" I yelled, placing both my hands on his chest and pushing him away from me. He smirked.
"You have no idea what's coming for you Miss Carver." He smirked again, before leaving. I let out a breath and sat in my chair, as the camera man went away. Randy walked in.
"I didn't hurt you when I pushed you into the wall did I?" Randy asked leaning against the doorframe.
"No I'm fine." I said standing up.
"Good." He nodded slightly. "Vince just wanted to see what you would do if you were ever caught on camera when you weren't supposed too. I thought you did well. Vine will see it and probably discuss it at the next meeting." He explained. I nodded.
"Okay, thanks for letting me know." I said, running my hands through my hair.
"So, you still haven't interviewed me." He said and I nodded. I took out my phone and scrolled through the dates I have.
"I'm free for an interview tonight, if you want." I said looking back at him. He nodded.
"Sure. Wanna come to my room around 12 tonight?"
"Sure.." I said crossing my arms.
"Room 478. See you later." He said before leaving. I shrugged. Maria is gonna get a kick out of this.
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"Nice segment earlier." Maria smirked walking into my office as I was packing up. Luckily they had shown the interruption from earlier so I didn't have to really do anything tonight.
"That was from when I first got here! They just barged into my room with a camera! How am I supposed to know what to do?!" I exclaimed making Maria giggle.
"So what are you doing tonight?" Maria asked as we made our way to the parking lot around 11:30, right after RAW.
"I have to interview Randy." I said rolling my eyes.
"Ooooh!!" Maria giggled in a sing song voice. I laughed as we put our stuff in the back of the rental, along with Mickie's. "Mickie! Guess what!" Maria exclaimed.
"What?" Mickie giggled, opening the driver side door where she was standing waiting for us.
"Bianca has an interview with Randy tonight!" She giggled as we got in the car and started driving.
"No way! We'll be over first thing in the morning! You better tell us everything that happened!" Mickie ordered before breaking out into another giggle with Maria.
"You guys, it's an interview. Nothing else." I said, not that they heard me anyways. I sighed and looked out the window. Soon enough, we were back at the hotel. I quickly gathered my things. "See you guys in the morning?" I asked.
"Definitely!" Maria giggled. I chuckled, and hugged them goodbye, before gathering my things and walking inside the hotel, and to my room. I put my things down and got out what I needed before grabbing my phone and key card and making my way out the door. Once I found 478, I knocked on the door. I waited a few minutes as I heard shuffling around in the room. I fixed my bag on my shoulder and checked my phone. 12:02. It's going to be a long night, I can already tell. I stuffed my phone back in my bag just as the door opened.
"Come on in." Randy said stepping aside. I walked inside and seen that his room was a lot better than mine. That's probably because I'm just a writer and he's a top star. "Make yourself comfortable. Do you want a drink?" He asked closing the door.
"Uh, water, thanks." I said. He nodded. Wow what a transformation from him. He's being all nice, and it's kinda creepy. I walked towards the living room area of the room and set my things down. I sat on the couch and took my laptop out, starting it, and taking out my notebook and a pen, along with my tape recorder.
"So you wanna start?" He asked setting down a water in front of me and opening his water, taking a swig.
"Sure..." I said starting the tape recorder.
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"You want something else to drink?" He asked a few hours later. We had just finished the interview around 2:30.
"A soda would be great thanks!" I said putting my things away. He nodded and got up. I finished putting my things away and stood up as he walked back in with our drinks. He has a confident smirk on his face. If he put something in my drink....... I didn't get to finish my thought as Randy tripped over the side of the table, falling to the ground, just as my soda exploded everywhere. I stared at the scene before me in shock before bursting out in laughter.
"You're covered in soda!" I giggled, sticking out my hand to help him up.
"Yeah, I'm aware." He mumbled, grabbing my hand and standing up. I giggled again.
"Sit down, I'll get a towel." I smiled, walking into the bathroom, grabbing a towel, before walking back to Randy, who was still standing. I brought the towel up to his face and wiped of his cheeks slowly. I looked in his eyes and smiled. I finished wiping the soda off him, chuckling here and there.
"There, all done." I smiled. He smiled slightly and went to take the towel from me, accidently dropping it. "Oh, I'll get it." I said about to bend down, but Randy's head hit mine. "Ow." I giggled bringing a hand to my head.
"Sorry, I was gonna pick it up but I hit your head." He chuckled placing his hand on my hand that was on my head. "You okay?" He asked quietly. I nodded slightly.
"Peachy." I looked into his eyes and he was staring right back. Slowly, he linked his fingers through mine and brought my hand down. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer, lightly brushing his lips on mine. My eyes fluttered closed as I began to kiss him back. I realized what was happening and quickly pulled back. I looked into his eyes. "I should go." I whispered stepping back from him. I picked up my bag and walked towards the door. I opened the door only to have it close again. I turned around and Randy was standing right there.
"What?" I asked. He stepped closer to me, cupping my face in his hands, and kissing me passionately. I dropped my bag, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me harder. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he attacked my neck with kisses. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his hair. He moaned softly, taking off my shirt. He led me over to the bed and laid me down. I took of his shirt and pulled him down, kissing him again. I was right; this was going to be a long night.
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I groaned, pulling the covers over me more. That was such a weird dream. I rarely ever have sex dreams, but that one was just so... It seemed so real. I went to turn on my other side when an arm held me in place. My eyes shot open and I looked next to me to see Randy sleeping next to me. My jaw dropped and I looked down. Fuck. I quietly slipped out of bed and gathered up my clothes. I put them on and grabbed my bag. I slowly and quietly walked to the door, not looking back once. Opening it, I ran out, quietly closing the door before making my way to my room. This wasn't good. This was NOT good.
After showering and changing, I was pacing my room. What the hell am I going to do? I groaned, putting my head in my hands. I looked up at the sound of knocking. I swallowed hard. I hope this wasn't him. I slowly walked to the door and opened it. I sighed in relief when I seen Maria and Mickie standing there with smiles on there faces, and Mickie holding coffee for us.
"Thanks." I said grabbing a coffee and walking back into the room. "I really need this right now." I said taking a sip of my coffee.
"Why? Are you okay?" Maria asked, stepping inside with Mickie, and closing the door. I shrugged.
"I'll let you know."
"So, how'd the interview go last night?" Mickie asked as her and Maria sat on the couch. I turned my back to them, blushing hard.
"Uh, you know. Okay." I said before there was a knock at the door. I walked over to the door, opening it. My eyes widened. "What are you doing here?" I asked quietly. He smirked, looking as cocky as ever.
"You left your phone." He said handing me my phone. I took it.
"Thanks." I said, putting it in my pocket, before trying to close the door. He shot his hand out, stopping the door.
"Be lucky it wasn't your panties." He smirked. "You might not have gotten them back." And with that, he walked away. I blushed and closed the door.
"What was that about?" Mickie asked as Maria looked on shocked. I bite my lip and turned back to them. I walked over and moved my hair off my neck.
"Oh my god!!" Maria exclaimed.
"You have a hickey!" Mickie added. "You guys made out?!"
"We had sex..." I said and it was followed by silence.