The next day went by quickly and I saw niether hide nor hair of Randy. I figured I'd gotten off easy, to be honest with you. By the time I'd done all my daily paperwork, had a conference with the creative team and convinced Stephanie that she should pick out whatever invites SHE liked, not her mother, I was more than ready to call it a day.
As I was filing the last of my invoices, my phone rang. I groaned. All I needed was another "favor" being asked of me from Steph and I really didn't wanna answer it, but figured I might as well. Sighing heavily and plopping down in my desk chair I picked up my cordless, forcing a cheerful note into my voice.
"Molly Flair, how can I help you?"
"Well, now, isn't THAT a loaded question!" I laughed at the sound of Shane's voice on the other end of the line. We'd had a fun time the night before. Almost as soon as we'd left the house, it was an unspoken agreement between the two of us that nothing be said about Randy or Lita. We'd watched some cheesy "B" movie playing at one of the old movie houses downtown and sat at the Waffle House until 1am catching up and talking about the business.
"Only to a perv like you, Shane" I grinned and spun my chair around to look out the window. The day had been gorgeous, if slightly chilly. Spring was just around the corner and it was my favorite time of year.
He laughed and I could almost picture him smirking and leaning back in his chair, almost the same way I was doing, except in a much bigger office up three stories. "So, you busy tonight? Dad's coerced me into going to one of his cocktail parties and I need a date."
I laughed and leaned my head back against the chair. It really was too bad I couldn't feel something for Shane like I did with Randy. Just the thought of his name brought a frown to my features. I closed my eyes and heard my office door open quietly behind me. Figuring it was Steph back to ask another question about invites, I held up a finger over my shoulder to indicate I'd only be another minute. "Tell me something I DON'T know." I laughed. "What you need..." I purred seductively, falling into one of our old games, "... is to get laid."
The rumbling laughter was a soothing balm to my ears. "And lemme guess...you know just the person to fix that little problem for me, right?"
I smirked, whirling around in my chair, a mental picture of Abby coming to mind. "Oh, I THINK I know of someone who could help in that depar ---" My thoughts, my words, my heart came to a screeching halt when I saw the furious expression in Randy's eyes. He stood, leaning casually against the door. His face was cool and collected, but his eyes were hellfire and brimstone. I cleared my throat and wiped all traces of an expression from my face. "Listen, I've gotta go. There's... someone here to see me."
"So are you game? I'll pick you up at 8?" I couldn't help but smile at the change of tone in Shane's voice. It had taken on that "lost little boy" quality he uses to get me to do something.
"Yeah, sure. I'll see ya at 8."
"Okay. Ciao bella mia."
"Ciao caro mio." I hung up the phone and looked up into eyes like the sea during a storm. I let a bored expression cross my face, as I took in his appearance. Wouldn't do to let him know that just looking at him made my mouth water, now would it? "Can I help you Mr. Orton?"
"Who were you on the phone with?"
I blinked. Just who the hell did he think he was? I stood, shoving back my chair. "I don't see where that's any of your damn business." I said coldly, stepping around the side of my desk, so that at least I was no longer straining to look up at him. "Now why are you here?"
He pushed off from the doorway and walked stealthily towards me, like a panther stalking his prey. Stopping just an inch shy of my chest, he reached out a hand to softly run a finger down my cheek. "Hey now, is that any way to talk to an old friend?" he asked a small smile on his face. I gave a very unladylike snort and shoved him away, stepping around him to get my coat off the back of my chair.
"I'm not sure, but when I see an old friend, I'll let you know." Checking to make sure that my car keys were in the pocket, I shrugged into my coat and turned to leave. "Look, Randy, if this isn't something important, I've gotta go. I've gotta find a dress for tonight." Again, a cold look came and went in his eyes so quickly that I wasn't even sure I'd seen it to begin with. He folded his arms across his chest, not moving.
"What for?" I blinked, somewhat startled by his bluntness. Usually Randy was the smooth talker...the suave and sophisticated one. I'd never seen him act this...well, possessive. I'd be lying if I said that his whole demeanor wasn't something of a turn on for me: I'd always had a "thing" for guys like that. I sighed and ran a hand through my tangled hair. At some point today it had come loose from it's usual french twist and I had been too busy to do much of anything other than yank the clip out and let it fall to my shoulders. Now I wished I'd taken the time to at LEAST run a brush through it.
"Like I said, I don't see whe--"
"What. For." The force behind those words had me gaping at the furious man before me. Okay, now this was starting to scare me a little. I tried to play it off.
"God! If you MUST know, that was Shane." I pretended to fumble through my purse for something, so that I wouldn't have to look him in the eye. "Vince is giving a party tonight and Shane wants me to go with him." I looked up to see a frown marring his handsome features and an inexplicable anger came over me. Just why did I feel the need to justify my actions to him? I found myself reciprocating the frown and heading for the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me..."
Before I knew it, he'd reached out and whirled me around, bringing my body flush against his. The gasp of air that had left my lips at the suddeness of the movement was lost as hungry lips conquered my own. I stood rigid for only a moment before the harshness of his kiss turned gentle, almost teasing. Randy's tongue trace the seam of my lips, asking entry and before I realized it, I had complied, giving him access to the place he seemed desperate to be. My arms seemed to lift of their own accord and I ran my fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. His hands contracted around my waist and he imperceptively deepend the kiss. His palms lowered to cup my backside and the next thing I knew I was being lifted and carried over to the leather couch that came standard in all of the offices at Titan Towers.
His lips never left mine as he placed me, almost reverantly, on the plush sofa and lifted slightly to remove his suit jacket. Blindly I ran my hands over the broadness of his shoulders and chest. God, how many times had I dreamed of this over the past five years? He felt like nothing I'd ever known before and the sweetness of his lips made me feel as though I could continue kissing him forever. I had completely forgotten the reason I should've been angry with him as my hands streaked across his torso.
I felt his hands at the top button of my blouse and let out a low groan. Were his hands SHAKING? My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from our kiss and stared down at me, breathing heavily.
"No one touches you but me."
As soon as his voice broke into my fuzzy thoughts, reality set in. I shoved him back, apparently taking him by surprise cause he landed with a THUMP in the floor below me. I struggled to regain my compaure, not to mention my clothes. I furiously buttoned up my blouse, angry more at myself for letting this happen, than anything.
"Excuse me? You don't have any RIGHTS to me whatsoever!" I smoothed down the front of my skirt where it had ridden up during our heated moment and stood, for once having to look down at him. "I belong to NO ONE." I quickly walked over to the door, not giving Randy time to follow. "Let's just forget this. Forget it all."
I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me until I'd gotten in the elevator and was almost to the lobby: I was hurt. Me! Molly Holly Flair! I'd allowed Randy to sneak past my barricades and once again hurt my feelings like no one else had ever been able to do. What was coming to be the familiar wetness of tears trailed down my cheeks and I wiped at them angrily. Enough was enough. I was sick and fucking tired of letting Randy get to me like he was. From now on, I thought as I headed toward the employee parking lot, I would treat Randy like any other superstar...as a fellow employee. Nothing more.