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CHAPTER 20
The next morning came entirely too early. I was so comfortable nestled into Randy. I felt him kiss my forehead as he started to slip out of the bed. My eyes opened, and I met his gaze.
"Hey, where are you going?" I smiled softly as I grabbed onto the pillows around me. He smiled back, then leaned back in and kissed my cheek.
"I have to hit the gym before we go. Do you think you can call and confirm our flight to Dallas, and make sure we get a big room." I nodded and watched him slip on his shorts as he stood up.
"Randy…"
"What babe?" He didn't look bothered, like I had expected. While it was a welcome change, it was also laughing in the face of everything I knew about him.
"Do you think we made a mistake?"
He sat back down on the edge of the bed, and leaned himself back over me, his head resting on my chest; those eyes flickering and cheerful. "I'm fine with it if you are."
I tried to contain my inner glee, shrugging my shoulders and looking at my nails – which were in dire need of a manicure. He grinned back to me, and got back up. "I'll be back in a while. We'll be heading out to Dallas this morning, and we have a day all to ourselves. It should be a good time for us to spend some time together." I watched him walk out of my room, and heard him rustle around in his room for a moment before the door to the suite shut. I popped out of bed, wrapped in my sheet, and found my phone next to my purse. I clicked the screen and brought up a text to Lane.
Hey bitch! OMG news when you get up. SO GET UP! 3 you
My phone jingled a couple seconds later. What happened? If you got your ass kicked at another club, I'm gonna bitch slap those guys you're with.
Uhm, no, totally safe on the attack front. I did however get lucky last night. Twice.
You back to being the mayor of whore island? That's awesome, do you remember the guy's name? lol
Yeah, bitch, and you will too. It was randy.
OMG you got lucky in Ortonville. I hate you.
Yeah, I know. We are off to dallas today, so I think there may be a talk.
Uh oh. Men don't like talks, and you're not good at them. Keep your mouth shut and enjoy the ride.
Sometimes I hated how much my best friend knew of me, and yet, I would never be mad at her because she was completely correct. Love you bitch.
Love you too, lucky slut.
I picked myself up and got into the bathroom. Quick shower, teeth brushed, my make-up actually put on slowly and artfully for once. I had on a pair of jeans that hugged every curve, flip flops, and a halter top that was a little lower cut than I should have probably worn. My hair was down in loose curls, flopping over my shoulders. I had confirmed the tickets for the flight, and schmoozed the customer service rep that the guys needed to have an upgrade due to their latest injuries – the airline happily complied – and so we are all flying first class to Dallas. I had two rooms reserved next to each other, one with a large whirlpool tub (my room). I had gone through and repacked everyone's things, and the bags were all waiting on their beds.
Matt was the first one back in the suite. He looked like he had run a marathon. He quietly waved to me on the couch, grinning ear to ear and heading for the room. He poked his head back out when he saw the suitcase work already done.
"Drea, did you pack me up?" I nodded and he smiled. "Thanks!" He walked back in and sat down on the couch with me. "So how was your night?"
"It was good Matt, not much going on. John went out celebrating, so he left as soon as we got back. Randy and I just watched some television." Lie. Big fat lie. "How was your night, more importantly…"
A dreamy look crossed Matt's face. "I love her. She is so amazing. It was really, really good." I smiled for him – Matt was obviously in love, and it was so warm to know these guys were capable of it. "I totally forgot how much I enjoyed being around her."
"Matt, I'm so happy for you. It's great!" I patted his hand that was on the back of the couch. "I've already confirmed out flights, and got everyone an upgrade to first class. The rooms are taken care of as well. All ya'll have to do is drive to the airport." I smiled.
"You're really on it this morning. What's got you so sharp?" Matt leaned back on the couch. Was I wearing a sticker that said 'I got laid' or something?
"Just a lot a sleep last night – and no controversy will do a body good." Lie again. Two lies, ah, ah, ah.
Matt and I chatted intermittently until the door opened, and John stumbled inside. I could smell the alcohol from across the room, but he looked pleased as punch. He still had to be half-soused. "Go take your shower. I packed up your suitcase, and it's on your bed." He nodded, grinning all the way into the room. "We're going to have to stop for breakfast for him, aren't we?"
"Oh yeah…it must have been a good night." As we both snickered to ourselves about John's goofiness, the door opened, and a very sweaty Randy walked through the door. He looked straight at me, with a slight smile on his face.
"Hey Matt, how was your night man?" He walked over to stand in front of the couch, between Matt and I.
"Totally amazing. You guys had a quiet night I heard. And John just came in, so I'm guessing he might win for the most fun."
Randy looked at me, then back to Matt. "Yeah, it was pretty quiet."
"I packed your suitcase already, and since I sent John in to shower in your room, just use the bathroom in ours."
Randy nodded and walked into his room to grab his bag. As he drug it, and himself, into the other bedroom, he nodded his head for me to follow him. "Drea, can you come here for a second. I need to ask you something." I gave a quick nod, and hopped off the couch to follow him into my room. Randy shut the door and whisked me up in his arms. I smiled at him and leaned in closer to his lips. The kiss was warm, and caused the same stomach flip as last night. We finally released the other, and he set me back down.
"If you had any doubts about this, that should make it certain how much I support it." He smirked at me, and those icy blue eyes twinkled.
"So far, so good." I watched him take a pair of jeans and shirt from his bag. "I have confirmed our flight, including an upgrade, and reservations. My room has a whirlpool in it." You would have thought I was a kindergartner with new crayons, trying valiantly to show everyone else in the room how cool I was. Randy smiled at me, and took off to the bathroom; I let myself out of the room.
Walking over to the couch again, I remembered that I may want to wipe that ridiculous grin off my face. Matt was laying with his eyes closed, and John came out of the other room, looking like time had finally caught up with him. I grinned as he came over to me, and parked on one of the bar stools.
"Have a long night? You look like you just fucked the mayor's wife and painted city hall." He shook his head out, and looked up at me. "What's wrong?" I knew worry when I saw it.
"Well, I know I partied, and I know there were girls around, but I woke up on a couch in the business center by myself."
"Oh-kay, where is the problem? You woke up without a chaser for the hang over?" I amused myself sometimes.
"No, Drea – I am missing some things from my bag. Some important things – especially if you party with girls, if you catch my drift. I can't find them, and I don't remember using them, so I'm wondering if I had a little too much extra-curricular fun." Oh, fuck. I began to wonder if Randy had gotten us caught. I couldn't correct him – it would be hanging myself out to dry about Randy. I decided the best course of action for the third time today was to lie.
"John, I'm sure there is a good reason. You probably just lost them somewhere, or maybe they got rolled up into something else in your suitcase. No reason to worry. If you did get the opportunity to use them last night, and they are gone today, it means you were smart about it. I wouldn't worry too much." He looked pensive for a moment, then nodded and laid his head down on the bar to wait for our departure.
Randy came out, laid back in his jeans and t-shirt. He sat down on a chair to slip his shoes on, then came over to where I was sitting. "You ready to go?"
I nodded and walked into the room to grab my bags. I heard him slap John on the shoulder, and nudge Matt, telling them to go get their stuff, it's time to leave. As I waited by the door of the suite, he took my bags, and gave me the paperwork and keys to the room. "You deal with the check out, and I'll get your stuff and the other two to the car. Meet out front when you're done."
Everyone was silent in the elevator, and I split from the guys to check out when the doors dinged open. I had thanked the desk clerk when I heard the voice – nails on a chalk board. I started to walk towards the front entrance, seeing Randy waiting beside the car with my door open for me, but my flip flops were not carrying me fast enough and a blonde wall suddenly jumped into my path.
"I can't believe they kept you after all these problems you caused. I mean, it's obvious you're nothing but a glorified club skank. Who exactly did you blow to get this job?" I really, really, really hated this bitch; Maryse looked pleased with herself.
"I'm sorry, but I don't speak whore." I pushed her aside and kept walking. Apparently, all I managed to do was to piss her off enough to follow me out to the car.
The door shut behind me, but only briefly, before Maryse caught up with me. "Listen you wannabe, you will never belong here. I know it, you know it, and everyone else knows it. Why don't you do us all a favor, and just go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under."
Before I could even stop myself, it came flying out of my mouth, "Listen Maryse, I'm sure somewhere in your little Podunk hometown, where they speak all that effing flutey French and complain about not shaving their nasty armpits, you're the queen bee. But if you don't back away from me, I'm going to show you exactly how far I can punt your slutty ass, because I could not give a shit less about you. Why don't you go back to doing what I hear you're great at? At least then I won't have to listen to your voice – you can't talk very well with a dick in your mouth, bitch." I heard snickers in the vehicle, and realized all three guys were holding their hands over their mouths, trying to keep the laughter contained. I almost ran to the car and crawled into the seat; Randy shut the door and came around the car. I stuck my hand out of my window, giving the blonde a one-finger salute, while her mouth was still agape, lobbing random foreign insults to me left and right.
No one said anything, but the guys just busted up as I neatly fidgeted with my shirt. It wasn't a moment I was particularly proud of, but I'll be damned if a bottle blonde ruined this day for me.
The plane was finally ready to board. We waited until all the other passengers had gone in – how can you expect 3 superstars to get on a plane first, then file every other passenger past them without everyone stopping for autographs? As the guys got in, they were discussing the sitting arrangements. It was finally decided that John would sit by Matt, and I would sit by Randy. I got talked into sitting near the aisle since I was smaller, and my elbows wouldn't get bumped. I think when I started hyperventilating, Randy may have realized I didn't fly well. He motioned for the stewardess, and upon her taking a quick look at me, I had several small bottles of vodka and a glass of juice quickly set before me. I popped all of them at once, and downed my chaser, waiting for the effects to knock me out.
"You that scared, babe?" Randy was leaning over slightly, taking care to whisper solely in my ear.
"Was it the death grip on the arm rests that gave it away, or…" I trailed off. I hated flying. I wanted to cry, but figured if I did, someone might see the tears and multi-colors of my face, then attribute them to one of the guys. I hated this – I felt like I had no control, and I was terrified.
"I'm here. Nothing is going to happen to you with me here." He patted my hand, and I glanced over at Matt and John. John was on the verge of full, open mouth snoring; Matt had his headphones in, sleeping mask on, and looked content. I glanced back at Randy, who had such a soft look on his face. I squeezed his offered hand and tried to feign a smile. "Just keep thinking of that bathtub, Drea."