PART SIX
THE NEXT MORNING
Michelle slowly opened her eyes, glancing around the room. Her eyes found a clock, which read 9:59 AM, and she stretched. It wasn't until she went to move that she realized that there was an arm wrapped around her waist. It was also then when she realized that she was very naked. Raising an eyebrow curiously, she shifted around so that she could see who was behind her. Michelle smirked as she saw Randy Orton lying there, still sound asleep. She eyed him intently, her gaze traveling down his bare torso, pausing where his skin met the white bed sheet. Michelle bit her lip to prevent herself from giggling as she eyed him playfully. Bringing her left hand over, she carefully and cautiously peeled the sheet away. As much as she tried, she couldn't hold back a gasp as she admired his still naked body. He was perfect… it was like he was one of those old Greek statues, with nothing on his body having any flaw to it whatsoever. He's fucking gorgeous, Michelle thought to herself. There is no better way to describe him. She gawked at him for a long moment, and then carefully covered him again, laughing at herself. She couldn't believe that she had done that. What she really couldn't believe was that she and Randy *actually* had sex, not only at the arena, but at the hotel in Randy's room as well.
She sighed contentedly, resting her head back against her pillow. She laid there silently for a minute, listening to the steady sound of Randy's breathing, and then she jumped. Her eyes darted back to the clock, which now read 10:08 AM. She practically leaped out of the bed as she remembered that she was supposed to be at the arena to help assemble the ring and set at 10:30. As she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes searched the room frantically in a hunt for her clothes. There was no way she'd have time for a shower, or even to run back to her room to get new clothes, so she was just going to have to wear the ones she had worn the night before. She finally found them, carelessly discarded on the floor in front of an arm chair up against the wall. She quickly made her way over and grabbed them, stepping into her thong as she made her way back to the bed. First, she took the red lace bra she had been wearing the day before, clasped it behind her back and carefully slid it up and adjusted it. Then, as she was sliding her legs into her jeans, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Next, she felt the same hand moving and swiping the hair away from her shoulder, followed by a soft pair of lips brushing against her neck. Michelle grinned… somebody was awake. She turned her head slightly, smiling as she found Randy's blue eyes staring up at her. Michelle opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Randy's tongue, which he gently thrust into her mouth. She sighed into his mouth as his tongue swept against hers, regretfully breaking the kiss only when she felt as though she was about to lose herself in him again.
"Randy…" she murmured quietly, speaking for the first time that day.
"Hmm?" he asked, planting kisses on her neck and shoulder line.
"I… I have to go," she said weakly. She really needed to get to work, but doing so would be damn near impossible if Randy kept up what he was doing. Shifting on the bed so that he was next to her, he pushed her back on to her pillow.
"Aw, why?" he asked in a disappointed tone. "Can't you stay just a *little* longer?" He paused from what he was doing and looked up at Michelle, sending her a sexy little pout. Michelle laughed quietly, leaning down and kissing him on the top of his forehead.
"I don't *want* to Randy… but I have to go to work," she insisted, gently pushing him off of her. Randy sighed disappointedly, backing away and allowing her to stand. He watched as she buttoned her pants and slid her shirt on, smiling at him.
"I'll see you in a little while," she said to him.
"You got it," he replied, winking at her as she walked to the door, grabbing her purse off the table on the way. When she was at the door, she turned back once more, smiling as she got a glimpse of Randy lying in the bed, still staring at her. Once she was outside the door, Michelle closed it and leaned against it. She smiled and closed her eyes as she thought about the experience she had had. She sighed loudly…
What a night.
AT THE ARENAAfter Michelle finished up helping the boys with the set, she headed to the back, checking her watch along the way. It was still fairly early, and she remembered that Randy was scheduled for an appearance with Ric Flair, so he wouldn't be arriving at the arena until later on in the afternoon. Michelle did, however, know someone who would be there, and she needed to talk to that someone. She quickly made her way through the halls, still unable to wipe the grin off of her face even though it was hours later. She found the room she was looking for, ran her fingers over the door and knocked lightly, pushing it open as she did so. Once she got inside the room, she quickly found who she was looking for.
"Hey Trish," she called, getting the blonde woman's attention.
"Hey!" Trish replied, smiling brightly as she dropped her magazine and stood, walking over to her. Michelle grabbed Trish by the arm, leading her out the door.
"I have to talk to you," she said, still holding on to her. "Ill see you guys later!" she called to the other women in the room.
"Bye!" they called simultaneously, turning and waving. Once they were outside the door, Trish turned to Michelle and raised an eyebrow.
"So… what do you have to tell me?" she asked curiously. Michelle sent Trish a coy smile, her eyes looking down at meeting the floor.
"Well… I just thought I'd tell you how – and with who – I spent my night last night," she replied plainly.
"With who?" Trish asked first. It was pretty much obvious by her statement what Michelle had done, so now Trish's main concern was with who.
"Well, he's tall, brown hair, blue eyes, completely gorgeous, and he's…"
"Michelle Preston, did you have sex with Randy Orton?" Trish asked incredulously, her eyes widening as Michelle nodded.
"Do you believe that?! Isn't it awesome?!" she squealed, grinning widely. Her grin faded, however, when Trish didn't react the way she had expected. She was expecting her friend to be happy for her, and equally as excited as she was. Trish wasn't even smiling. She didn't look happy at all… in fact, she almost looked disappointed.
"Trish, isn't that awesome?" she asked again. Trish looked down at the floor for a moment, shaking her head slowly.
"Michelle, don't you… don't you think it was a little soon to have sex with him?" she asked seriously, her tone full of concern. Michelle shrugged, sending Trish a confused look.
"I guess it was a little early, but come on… it's Randy Orton," she pointed out, grinning at her best friend. Trish still didn't look convinced that what she did was a good idea.
"Exactly," she said pointedly, causing Michelle to raise an eyebrow. "Chelli, listen. I don't know how Randy's been acting since he returned from his foot injury, but he's always been more or less a player. I don't want you getting too attached to him, okay?"
"But there's something between us Trish, I just know it!" Michelle insisted. "Look, maybe he was a bit of a ladies man before, but I really think he likes me Trish. The things he said to me last night, they were…"
"They were probably something he's said to a million other women," Trish interrupted skeptically. "I'm sorry to sound so negative about all this, but it's how I feel. I don't want you getting hurt, and that's exactly what you're setting yourself up for. I like Randy, he's a nice guy, but he's not the kind of guy you form a relationship with. Please, just promise me you won't take this thing between you guys too seriously." Trish eyed Michelle hopefully, praying that she would take her advice.
"Oh, okay," she agreed finally, though it was only half-heartedly. Trish grinned.
"Good. Now, I've got to go, but I will talk to you a little later, okay?" she said, patting her friend on the shoulder.
"Sure. See ya Trish," Michelle said, waving goodbye as Trish disappeared down the hall.
Once she was gone, Michelle leaned up against the wall, sighing. That certainly hadn't been the reaction she was expecting from Trish. She thought for a moment about what she said. "… he's a nice guy, but he's not the kind of guy you form a relationship with." Maybe Trish was right. Maybe Randy *didn't* want to be with her in the sense that she had thought he did. If that was the case, then the previous night was a huge mistake on her part. She frowned as she pushed herself off the wall and headed back down the hallway…
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
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