Chapter 4: The Feelings

After picking up on the difference between Molly's look at the arena compared to the public domain earlier, he also noticed how she was much more laid back too. He felt totally comfortable talking about himself with her; most people switched off when Randy started doing that, but Molly did the exact opposite, she listened attentively.

"So they kicked me out basically. Not before I was punished severely for my actions though... I guess I got what I deserved." he said, referring to his time as a marine and how he walked away from it.

"We all make mistakes Randy." Molly sympathized.

"I can't believe for one second, that you have ever made a mistake like that!"

"Trust me Randy... I make mistakes every single day. But by confiding in God, I realize that as long as I learn from them, then no harm will ever be done."

"Nice philosophy. You are awfully sensible aren't you?" he kidded.

"You make that sound like it's a bad thing..."

"Not at all. I just can't help but feel that we are like the total opposite of each other... Me the arrogant jack the lad, and you the humble cutie pie."

Randy had a unique way of making Molly blush, with his simple spin on words. "Well... you certainly are trying hard to get into my good books, aren't you?" she said.

"Huh? You mean I'm not already... Damn it."

"I'll give you credit for trying." she informed him. "I can't fathom why you are."

"Why I'm what?" he asked.

"Trying to get into my good books."

As he had done earlier in the day, he couldn't hold back from saying what was going through his mind. "Somebody must have taken away meanie Molly, and replaced her with magical Molly for the sake of this evening. I mean it girl, I'm liking this version of you much more than the one I've seen at work."

"Stop it! All this praise..." she said, lightheartedly putting her hand against his forehead to check his temperature. "I'm going to call a doctor to come and check on you."

Randy took the hand that rested against his forehead and lowered it down to the table, squeezing gently. He put his other hand across his heart and made a vow. "Randy Keith Orton promises that he is telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth... Molly, it truly has been a pleasure spending time in your company so far this evening." He grazed another kiss across her knuckles, and then relinquished his grip.

"Aww..." she responded, as a tear formed in her eye. "I never thought I'd say this... but I guess I am enjoying your company too."

"No... You're going to have to repeat that, I forgot to turn the tape recorder on!"

Molly sighed, as Randy stood up from the table to order a couple more drinks. Molly handed him her glass and watched him walk up to the bar. She felt a feeling she had not experienced for a couple of years; she felt at ease with a member of the opposite sex. Randy had a boyish charm that she found irresistible. His good natured sense of humor warmed her heart. He was the archetypal hunk. And he showed that he could be a gentleman too, when he put his mind to it. Everything a girl could wish for, and then some.

As Randy awaited service, he fell into a trance thinking about Molly. He couldn't even remember why he had suggested Trish's name earlier in the day, when the guys were talking about the bet... The bet. He'd forgotten about that. It didn't matter though, because he could sense genuine feelings for Molly; she was his type of girl. Genuine... sweet... sensitive... smart. Not to mention pretty. And she was a brunette too, that was a big plus. Trish was a phony, when compared to somebody as real as Molly Holly.

"Hey kid... Anyone home?" he was snapped out of his reverie by the same barman who had commented on the two of them earlier. "I'm telling you, I haven't seen a happier couple in this joint for years."

"Listen man... Honestly, we are not a couple." Randy replied.

"Right. Well, you sure as hell should be... Same again?"

Randy nodded, and contemplated what the guy had advocated. 'Me and Molly... together.' he contemplated; it was a nice thought. 'Too bad she won't see it the same way.'

Molly heard a beep, which suggested that a message had come in on her cell phone. She hurriedly dug it out of her handbag and read it. It was from Trish: 'Good luck with Randy babe, can't wait to hear all about it later! T x.' Molly smiled at the sentiment of her best friend; they had become really close over the past couple of months, after years of hating each other. Perhaps it was that very same open mindedness that was affecting her decisions regarding Randy. A few months previously, there would have been no way that she would have let her guard down to him. She was grateful for that change in her mentality.

Molly giggled like a school girl, as she tip toed across the landing with Randy towards her hotel room. "Shhhh..." He put his finger to his lip, begging her to calm down as it was way past midnight. Molly was feeling decidedly light headed as a result of one too many glasses of wine. She gripped onto Randy's arm and held on for dear life. "Which number did you say it was?" Randy whispered.

"319... I think." Molly replied, trying to make sure she remembered her room number correctly. She fumbled around in her bag to find her key, and upon locating it, she squinted and checked the number. "Yeah, 319." As she spoke, the key slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

Randy stopped and crouched down to retrieve it for her. He picked the key up and handed it to her, noting how distant she seemed. "Your key Molly..."

"Wha... Oh! Did I drop it? Silly me... You are my hero Randy!" she blurted, no doubt waking people in the adjoining rooms. Randy shook his head and continued to guide Molly along the corridor, finally reaching her room which was right at the end.

"Here we are then." he said.

"You are a gentleman Mr. Orton." She thanked him, and embraced him for his kind gesture. Randy reciprocated the action, hugging her petite body against his stomach. He was prepared to say goodnight, when Molly's head snapped up and she gazed dreamily into his eyes. He stared back, statue like, not sure of what was transpiring. Before he could do anything, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to be level with hers. She staggered him by engaging in a passionate kiss, full of emotion and electricity. 'What the?' he thought, as Molly thrilled him with her behavior.

The longer she continued the fervent moment, the more he found himself captivated by it. Her kissing ability blew him away; something he would have never expected her to be proficient at, given her notoriety in the locker room. They intensified the kiss, delving deeper into each others mouths, and exploring the sensual delights contained within. It was a moment neither wanted to end...

Molly was first to snap, as she broke away and stood back shakily. 'I can't believe it... I just kissed Randy Orton...' she thought to herself. She stared with puppy eyes at the wonderful man she had just shared a wonderful moment with. "Thank you Randy... That was amazing."

"No... Thank you." Randy countered, still buzzing about what had just occurred. "It's been an honor Molly."

She couldn't hold back, as tears began to drip from her eyes. She was overcome with happiness and the only thing she could do was let her emotion out. Randy smiled and pulled her in for one last lingering hug, then grudgingly let her go; though he knew he would only be letting her go temporarily, because in his mind he had found his true love on that night. "Good night sweet heart..." he said warmly.

"You too..." Molly replied, still sobbing blissful tears. She managed to tear herself away from him, and struggled to get her key in the door. Eventually it slid in and she turned it, in order to enter her room. She allowed herself one last glance back at her prince; the beaming grin on his face melted her already mushy heart further. She knew that what she had experienced that night, was something that would live with her for the rest of her life.