Rae played stupid to Randy's question. Her best defense of not confronting her feelings was to ignore them as if they never existed. "Huh?"

"Stupid was never a good look on you, Rachel." He replied.

"Funny because you wear it with such charm." She smiled. "I'm not ignoring you, Orton. I just don't have anything to say to you at the moment."

For the past two weeks you couldn't think of shit? "Um hmm…" Randy scanned the aisle. "I have a date on Thursday."

Nice how you just add that in there, jackass. "Oh?"

"Yeah, with Layla."

Another Diva tagged by Orton. How generous of you. "Pretty serious with her?"

Randy shrugged as he looked the ingredients for a protein shake. He was hoping Rae would get jealous but her reaction once again made his ego hurt. "Not really. She's a nice replacement."

Randy's words didn't go unnoticed to Rae. He knew what he was doing and he knew Rae knew as well. But Rae refused to play into manipulation of Randy Orton. "Have fun on your date."

"I would have fun on our date." Randy insisted. "How's your friend?"

"My friend?" She questioned.

"Yeah, your friend."

"I take it that you mean my boyfriend?"

He shrugged. "I guess."

"He's fine. He's at home waiting for me to return. I'm making him breakfast."

Randy's eyes blinked in amazement. He briefly remembered Rae making microwave popcorn and she nearly set his kitchen on fire. He still wondered how Rae killed his microwave. "And Dave is still alive?"

"Real funny, Orton."

"Too bad I'm not joking." He smiled. "What are you doing Monday night?"

"The same thing you're doing—working."

"Let's go out." He suggested.

"Where?"

Randy thought of the nearest restaurant that was close to the arena. "Denny's."

"Oh, you charmer!" Rae smiled.

"Hey, it's a cheap date and I'm not expecting ass." Randy said before Rae shot him a smirk. "But if you want to give me some…"

"We're both working on Monday night, Orton."

"Not after the show, we're not. Hey, it's just a friendly dinner, alright?"

"Fine, but just dinner, no booty."

He shrugged. He didn't quite understand why Rae was refusing him sex now when they did the act several times over. "Um, okay."

"Orton…" She warned.

"Fine, just dinner." He grinned. "Rachel?"

"Orton?"

He walked over to her and grabbed her waist. Electricity flowed through their bodies as they were pressed against each other. He gazed into her chestnut brown eyes while he traced her lips with his index finger. "Have a nice day." He murmured.

When Randy left, Rae caught herself staring at him. It was a good thing she had to go home and finish making breakfast for Dave.

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Rae returned home from the store with Dave's items and more ingredients for her breakfast. However when she entered to the town home, she found the table set with take-out food. "What is all this?" She asked.

Dave was putting the finishing touches on the table setting. When Rae was gone, he dumped everything she made into the dumpsters outside his town home. "I accidentally set the fire too high and I burned up what you made, Beautiful. I'm so sorry." He lied.

"Oh…well, that's okay." Rae shrugged. "I can always make lunch."

"What?"

"Lunch. I mean, I've got all this cream of tartar." She said as she sat down. "Seems like a waste to not use it at all."

"Um…" Dave took a deep breath and blinked. "Let's just enjoy breakfast right now, okay?"

"Sounds good. I can't wait to show you what I have in store for lunch!"

"Uh-huh."

As the pair quietly enjoyed breakfast, Randy's dinner date stayed on Rae's mind. She didn't want to risk being seen with Randy without more rumors courtesy of Lilian. "David…"

"Yes…"

"I need your permission." She mumbled.

"For?"

"Randy invited me out to dinner on Monday night—to Denny's. Is it okay that I go with him?"

Dave took a bite of his eggs and shrugged. "Why did you ask?"

"I respect you, David and I want to see if you would be okay with it. If not, no big deal, I won't go."

"You can do whatever you want, Rachel." Dave said. "You don't need my permission to see Orton."

Rae stared at Dave. She wasn't sure if he was just being polite and hiding his true feelings. "I'm not sleeping with Randy, Dave."

He shook his head. "I didn't say that."

"You were thinking it." She pushed.

"Rachel, stop."

"No, I'm not going to stop." She dropped her fork. "You think I'm still sleeping with Randy, don't you?"

Dave wiped his mouth and set the napkin on the table. "Are you?"