In Your Eyes
A/N: Thanks for the reviews...I only got 2 from this chapter, though. Well, I'm glad to know that 3 people like my story! No, that wasn't sarcasm. Well, here's Chapter 3. ENJOY!
Chapter 3
Randy climbed into his Jeep Wrangler heading out to find the address. It was easy, considering Taylor gave excellent directions. He pulled up infront of the apartment building they lived in, and noticed it was pretty damn swank. Nicer than his apartment back in St. Louis.
...Meanwhile, back in t he apartment...
Riley was sitting on her couch, volleyball in hands, setting the ball. All of a sudden, her cell phone starts ringing, but she doesn't hear it. Then comes the rapping on the door. It scared the mess out of her, so her head whipped around, volleyball in mid-air, coming back down and hitting her in the head.
"It's 1 a.m., who the eff would be at my house at this time? Unless Taylor's drunk off her ass, and the cabbie carried her up here," Riley laughed at the thought.
She got up, walked towards the door, and opened it without even looking through the peephole. Her eyes widened.
"I'm going to kill Taylor," Riley said, annoyed.
"Nice to see you, too," Randy smiled.
Riley contemplated just closing the door on him, but then she looked at that smile.
...He had one of those smiles that would make the Virgin Mary hop into bed with him...
"You can come in," Riley said, stepping aside as he entered, looking around her penthouse apartment.
"Nice place you've got here," Randy complimented.
"Yeah, it's my double-wide," she said, laughing about what Stacy had said earlier.
"What do you mean?" Randy asked, confused.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said, realizing he hadn't heard what Stacy said earlier, "Just something Stacy said."
Randy scoffed, and left it at that.
"Would you like something to drink?" Riley asked.
"Sure, whatever's fine," he obliged.
"Make yourself comfy, I'll be back in a few," Riley said, going off to find coffee.
Randy did as told, making himself comfortable on the couch. He was looking at Riley's place, and he'd noticed all the trophies and pictures with her name on them. When Riley came back with the coffee, he decided to ask her about her trophies.
"You seem to be pretty good at what you do," Randy said, gesturing towards the trophies, "but, what exactly is that?"
Riley smiled, relieved that somebody didn't know who she was.
"I'm in the AVP," Riley said, as Randy raised an eyebrow, "I play beach volleyball professionally. Those are all the trophies from all the tournaments I've won."
"Oh, an athletic girl," Randy said, "So, what else do you like to do?"
"Same things you do. I go clubbing, I work hard, keep in shape, and take good care of my body."
"Sex? I love sex."
Riley's eyes got wide, she wasn't expecting that.
"What?" Randy said, "You can't not expect a guy who is potentially interested in you not to ask about your sex or love life," Randy said, smirking triumphantly.
"Or lack there of," Riley said. She had no problems talking about it with anyone, "I haven't gone out with anyone in about 2 years, or had sex."
Randy's jaw dropped, and his face scrunched weirdly.
He looked kind of like E.T. like that.
"HOW DO YOU LIVE!" He asked.
"Just like everyone else in the world without a sex-life. Let's just put it this way - I get by," she said, winking.
Randy smirked. His smirk faded, as he was thinking. Riley thought he looked adorable, so she didn't ask. A smile then creeped across his lips. He then started chuckling.
"What?" Riley asked.
"I just realized that you and I have only known each other for about 2 and a half hours, and we're all ready speaking to each other about our sex lives," he said, a tone of laughter and embarrassment in his voice.
"I don't mind," Riley said, "I'm not like other girls; I have no problems opening up to anyone about most of my personal life. I'll try anything almost once."
"Anything?" Randy questioned.
"Yes, pretty much," Riley said, "Why?"
"Monday night, I would like you to join me for dinner. First, I want you to come watch RAW from my locker room, or in the crowd if you like, then, I want you to go out with me to dinner and dancing. Deal?"
Riley knew the answer all ready, but she wanted to keep Randy in suspense. So she stroked her chin, making a mock thinking face. Once Randy's head started to lower in defeat, Riley answered.
"You know what, Randy?" Riley said, smiling widely, "You're on."
Randy's smile grew wider than hers.
"Awesome! I'll give you a call tomorrow; but now I have to go." Randy stood up, took Riley's hand, kissed it, then walked out, leaving Riley with a smile on her face.