CHAPTER 10 - SOMETHING'S NOT QUITE RIGHT
"Mim!" Randy called out for the third time before he started knocking on the door.
Mim opened the door.
"Hold your horses, Randy!" Mim exclaimed as she closed the door behind her with the keys in hand "I'm here. Don't worry."
Randy looked her up and down. He was right in thinking she was the same size as Stacey Keibler apart from the evident fact the two had different bar sizes. He was sure Stacey would have slapped him for that one! Mim and him headed down in the elevator. He looked at what she was wearing for about the 6th time in 5 minutes. Tight black pants with a double white stripe down the side. A pair of white joggers. A white crop top showing off her amazing abs and figure. Her hair up in a ponytail and a black zip up jumper chucked on top which was only half zipped up. Randy was proud of Stacey's choice in clothing. It really did look like Mim was just back from the gym. Suddenly Mim caught him checking her out but she didn't stop him and she didn't snap at him. All she did was look at him and smile. Randy Orton, once again, managed to look absolutely gorgeous that morning. He, dressed in his black pants and button up shirt that just exposed a little of his perfectly toned muscles and abs, and a black dress jacket chucked on over the top.
Dave sat at the table as he watched Hunter and Ric scoff down all the food on their plates. Dave's head was slightly throbbing from the drinks and blasting music at the club last night, and he fiddled with his phone in his hand contemplating calling the red head, Camilla, he'd hooked up with last night. Dave then suddenly looked up from his phone as he heard a familiar laugh. He saw a male and female headed for his table. The girl was laughing at the man, who Dave recognised to be Randy Orton from a far distance, and it was only when they got closer did he realise the woman with Randy was his little sister. It wasn't that Dave didn't recognise his own sister, but he thought it strange that she, of all people would be laughing with Randy Orton. The two were certainly friends, but Mim wasn't usual one to look like she was having fun, or rather one to share her emotions so openly. To Dave, she was sarcastic and pretty much a back chatter, and that was it. Randy and her had pretty much the same relationship, or so Dave thought.
"Good morning!" Mim said cheerfully as she sat down next to Ric and opposite her brother.
Randy took a seat next to Mim.
"What are we so happy about, Miriam?" Dave asked suspicously as he leant on the table and looked at Mim with a cocked eyebrow.
"Can't a woman just be happy without being interrogated about it?" Mim replied as she took out her cell phone from one of the jacket's pockets.
"Not you!" Dave exclaimed back "And since when did you become a woman?"
All Mim could do was smile as she reached under the table for Randy's hand. Randy smiled too as he took hold of her hand.
"So, what's happening today," Randy said quickly changing the subject.
"Well," Ric said as he took out his palm pilot "We've got a Summerslam press conference at 11:00am and then we've got a meeting with Bischoff at the arena at 2:00pm and a discussion with the technical guys about our video backscreen at 4:00pm and then the preparations for Heat, and then Heat. So, today's looking pretty busy."
"What about you?" Randy said looking at the woman next to him.
"I've got a stack load of work to take care of at the office and then I have to head off to the arena to meet with the Divas for the new DVD."
"Do you need a lift?" Dave asked his little sister across the table.
"That would be nice," Mim said smiling at the brother.
Stacy Keibler and Christy Hemme made their way down to breakfast.
"That is a really cute skirt, Stace," Christy swooned as she admired Stacy's cute little denim skirt.
"Thanks!" Stacy replied modestly with a smile.
Stacy then froze as she saw Evolution sitting at the table to her right.
"What's wrong, Stace?" Christy inquired before she laid eyes on Evolution .
Stacy didn't speak, but after a while she and Christy made their way over to an empty table in the foyer for breakfast.
"I don't see why you just don't go for it, Stace?" Christy asked as they were comfortably seated and sipping their lattes "Just ask him out!"
"I don't know, Christy," Stacy said hesitating "What if he says no?"
"You're beautiful, smart, talented. Why would he say no?" Christy reassured her friend "Plus, you'll never know if you don't just ask him!"
"But, I don't want to ruin our friendship!" Stacy stated.
"That friendship could be so much more if you only gave it a chance," Christy commented "You and Randy could be perfect for eachother!"
Stacy just smiled and nodded at her friend. Christy then noticed the girl that was seated with Evolution and next to Randy.
"Who's that?" Christy inquired still fixed on the girl seated next to Randy.
"Who?" Stacy asked glancing breifing over her shoulder to see what had Christy so fascinated.
"That girl with Evolution. The one sitting next to Randy," Christy said finally looking back at her friend.
Stacy turned around to see who Christy had been looking at. She turned back around to face Christy.
"That's Dave Batista's little sister, Mim," Stacy said non-chalantly taking another sip from her latte "She works in Art and Design for the WWE."
"Oh," Christy said inspecting the girl across the room once more "She's really pretty."
"She's getting a storyline with Evolution later on in the year so she'll be a Diva," Stacy informed her friend.
Stacy knew all the gossip around the WWE. She was told things and went she wasn't, she made it her business to find out.
"Cool," Christy replied.
The two fell into silence before Christy spoke again. Her eyes were yet again on Mim.
"Hey Stace," Christy said.
"Uh-huh," Stacy replied as she looked from her lattee to her fellow Diva.
"Is she wearing your jacket or am I imagining things?" Christy said.
Stacy stole a glance at Mim and discovered that yes that was her jacket, and come to think of it those were her pants and her joggers. The same jacket, joggers and pants that she had given to Randy this morning when he came by her hotel room in a bundle of nerves. Why hadn't Randy just said they were for Mim? Why did Mim need them? Was Randy trying to hide something? If he was, Stacy Keibler was going to find out what it was.
A/N: Please Please Read and Review! I want to reach at least 25 reviews before I post the next chapter and believe me the story is just getting exciting! Please read and review! Hugs, Mrs Bridget Orton! xoxox
