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CHAPTER 9: Not so Innocent Flirting

After a long breakfast, the Divas and I decided to all go shopping. We ended up spending the rest of the afternoon there, just shopping and basically having fun. Every once in a while Trish would shoot me this 'we need to talk' glance, but after I promised we would later, she stopped.

As we got back to the hotel, it was getting late and all the superstars were on their way to the arena. I spotted Evolution as we waited for the elevator, but decided against going to talk to them. Randy and I made eye contact; he smiled and winked, and I smiled back as I walked onto the elevator. What I didn't know was that Miss Stratus had seen the whole thing.

Trish and I walked into our room and as I flung my bags onto my bed she finally spoke up, "So what was that with you and Orton?"

I turned around surprised; I didn't think anyone had noticed that, but I sure was wrong. Trish stared at me as she tapped her foot against the floor; obviously upset for some reason or other. I knew she, like the others, didn't like Evolution, but I didn't know exactly why this hatred had started.

"It was nothing Trish, don't worry. All I did was smile at him, no biggie"

"Nikki, I saw that and I'm not blind. You were flirting with him, you can't deny that."

But before I had a chance to argue with her, Chris Jericho came through the door. 'He really always has good timing' I thought.

"Where the hell have you all been dammit? We're going to be late for the pre-RAW meeting. We've been looking all over for you .Are the rest of the girls here, 'cuz I swear if they're not..." he went on a tirade

Trish giggled, "Chris, calm down. We're not going to be late okay. And yes we are all here. We'll meet you down stairs in 5 minutes. "

Chris turned and walked out of the room all the while muttering obscenities under his breath. Trish turned back around to me, but instead of continuing the conversation, helped me pack up the things I would need for tonight, as well as hers and we walked out.

We were at the arena in a matter of seconds, for Jericho practically flew us there. We walked into the meeting, took our places and waited for Vince McMahon to arrive. I looked around the room and took in where everyone was. My father was seated with Marc Calloway, Shane McMahon, and Rob Van Dam at the front of the room. A couple rows in front of me I spotted John, who was free styling, as Torrie, Stacy, and Andrew laughed. Finally I spotted Evolution, who were sitting right across from me. I finally tuned back into the conversation between Trish and Chris as Vince walked in and called the meeting to order.

The whole meeting was, in one word, boring. I practically fell asleep, as Vince and other heads of whatever division talked about upcoming event, storylines, and whatnot. 'If I have to go through this every week, I think I'm going to die' I said to myself. I soon began to look around the room again, not paying attention, until I landed on Randy Orton.

Randy, too seemed bored. He smiled and mouthed, "Hey"

"Hi, how are you?" I mouthed back.

"Good, you?"

"Okay, but very bored. How do you go through this every week without killing yourself?"

"Its not always this bad. Actually sometimes, people start to fight, and that's when it really gets interesting!"

I pouted, "Why can't that happen today? Why don't you make some sort of outlandish remark? Or better yet get Hunter to disagree with something, then sparks will really fly."

Randy laughed, well as much as you can laugh in a meeting with Vince McMahon, "What are you doing later tonight?"

Just as I was about to answer I felt Trish elbow me, and point in Mr. McMahon's direction. Apparently Vince had been talking to me for the past two minutes or so and I hadn't even come to that realization yet.

"Nicole?" he asked concerned, "would you like to introduce yourself to the rest of the roster?"

I smiled, still confused as to what he wanted. "Nikki, say something" hissed Trish.

I stood up carefully, and bit my lip, embarrassed as everyone's eyes lay upon me. " Well, um, hi. I'm Nicole Austin, and um... I like long walks on the beach..." A few people laughed at my joke, although many didn't think it very amusing, including my father. "Right okay so, I'm the new Diva, and... well don't be fooled by my great looks because I can wrestle just as well as Trish or Amy. And ya...I guess that's it." I sat back down, I felt like such a complete loser.

As soon as the meeting ended, I shot out of the room. I didn't get very far, when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. Turning around, thinking it was Trish; I was surprised, happy but surprised, to see Randy.

"We never got to finish our conversation. And might I say I loved your introduction" he smirked.

I playfully hit him, "Randy, I made such a fool out of myself. I wouldn't be surprised if no one ever takes me seriously. And just the look on my fathers face, well that was enough."

"Don't worry, it wasn't that bad. I actually thought it was cute. I never imagined you'd be at a loss for words... ever."

"Ya well, it wasn't all my fault Orton. If someone hadn't distracted me I would have been perfectly capable of conducting a proper introduction."

Randy rolled his eyes, "Forget about that now, what's been done is done. So, going back to my question, what are you doing tonight?"

"I'm not too sure, I think I'm supposed to be having dinner or something with Steve. Not that I really want to go, but I sorta have to."

"Well, what about tomorrow?"

"I'm free tomorrow." I looked up at Randy and smiled, right now he looked just like a little boy.

"Okay, good. So tomorrow I'm taking you out."

"And what if I don't want to go out with you?" I teased.

"Come on, like anyone would say no to me" he said in his most cocky tone of voice.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, I'll humor you and go out with you, but under one condition."

"Name it babe, and I'll make it happen"

"That I won't end up in your bed again"

"Now that's something I can't do anything about; I'm just so damn irresistible." He started to walk backwards in the direction of his locker room; "We're going somewhere nice, so dress up."

I inwardly sighed as I watched his retreating form, "What have I gotten myself into." At the same time Nicole was thinking this, Shawn Micheals was thinking the very same thought, as he had watched the whole scene unfold before his very eyes and hadn't been pleased with the outcome.

It was now the next day, and I was working out at the hotel gym when John Cena walked in hoping to do the same. He walked over to a treadmill next to mine, and as he took off his shirt I couldn't keep my eyes off his toned physique.

John inwardly smiled, as he watched Nicole give him the once over, "Like what you see?"

Nicole blushed, but soon regained her calm, "Why are all guys so cocky?"

"We're not all like that, only a very selected few, mainly Evolution. I, on the other hand, am just teasing you Nikki."

"You know, Evolution aren't as bad as you make them out to be." I said defensively

"And you would know that because Randy's good at sweet talking you." he stated bitterly.

I frowned, "What are you talking about? Randy and I are just friends."

"Not to sound like a dick or anything, but Randy's only nice to you because he wants to get into your pants. He's like that with every girl, and I don't want to see it happen to you."

"Well it won't happen" I said getting upset, "like I said Randy and I are just friends." I got off the treadmill and stormed out of the room.

At approximately 6:30 I did my last mirror check, before going to the hotel lobby to meet Randy. I had decided on a white off-the-shoulder Dolce and Gabbana dress that ended mid thigh; it was sexy without revealing too much. I accessorized with a pair of white Manolo Bhlanik stilettos, and matching clutch. I had straightened my long blond hair and decided to leave it down. I quickly left the room with a note to Trish stating that I'd be having dinner with Steve again.

I rode down the elevator and when I stepped off I, I saw Randy waiting by the front doors. He hadn't noticed that I had arrived, so I took the time to look him over. He had on a black shirt and black dress pants that fit him just perfectly. He looked ...perfect.

I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with one of his famous cocky grins. "You look great"

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself Orton."

The rest of the night went on without a glitch. The restaurant was perfect, with a nice quiet, personal atmosphere. I learnt so much about Randy that night; about his childhood, his days as a marine, and right up until now. He, in turn, took the time to listen to me. He wasn't like the usual cocky Randy Orton that I had come to know; maybe there was more to him than met the eye.

"So this is it," I said as we reached my room of the 6th floor of the hotel. "I had a lot of fun Randy, thanks a lot."

"No, thank you. I had a good time too," he paused, "maybe we can do this again sometime soon."

"Yeah, that would be great." We stood in awkward silence for a moment not knowing what to do. I looked into his blue eyes and then, feeling embarrassed, back at my feet.

Randy stepped forward and lifted up my chin so I was looking at him again. He leaned down and lightly kissed my lips. I kissed him back, until we finally broke the kiss, "I'll see you tomorrow" he practically whispered.

When he was out of sight, I walked into my room and leaned against the door. I smiled as my fingers touched my still tingling lips, "Oh God" I whispered.