Disclaimer: My name is not Vince McMahon; therefore I do not own anything pertaining to the WWE. This includes Randy Orton and all other superstars, unfortunately. But if he would like to give himself to me, I would gladly accept.

Chapter 9

A very tired Jordan woke up to sun peering thought her window. She tried to roll over and return to the bliss of sleep, but, as it had all night, sleep eluded her. Her mind had been filled with endless thoughts of endless things. Most of them had been focused on her future. She not so subtly realized that something that was supposed to be a temporary job had the potential to completely change her life. She had been working for a little over a week, and already she felt like her life had been completely changed. The simple little job that she had taken for her dad had turned into something she really enjoyed. It was fun, fast-paced, and a challenge. On top of that she had met incredible people that she already respected and liked immensely. She decided that there was no need to waste the morning away and proceeded to get up and stretch her tired body. Without a second thought she grabbed the nearby telephone and dialed a now familiar number.

"Lo," a sleepy voice answered.

"Good morning, Chris. Nice to know you are up and about," Jordan joked.

"Well, some of us take advantage of our days of every once and awhile," he replied with a yawn.

"Ah, come on, come jogging with me. You know you want to," she said in a sing-song voice.

"You're not going to let me go back to sleep are you?" he asked with an obvious sigh.

"Nope, if I can't, you can't," she said as she picked some clothes out of her suitcase .

"Uhh, fine, give me five minutes, I'll meet you outside," he finally replied before hanging up the phone.

Jordan quickly changed into her workout clothes and shoes before throwing her hair up and heading towards the elevator. Once the elevators doors opened, she saw a tired-looking Chris trying to stretch out his muscles.

"I can't believe you woke me up," he said as she finally approached. "See, most people around here knows that free days are sacred."

"Well, I'm not most people, know am I?" she said happily as she quickly stretched.

"No, you certainly are not. So how did the hot date last night go?" Chris asked as they started to jog. "I saw Randy and he looked pretty happy this morning."

"If you are insinuating what I think you are, I will kill you Chris," Jordan replied as the quickened their pace.

"Oh, you know I never would insinuate anything, J. I'm just simply stating that he looked very relieved is all," Chris said with a smirk.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you," Jordan replied as she started to chase him back towards the direction of the hotel. She finally caught up with him just as the reached the front of their hotel.

"You know, one of these days I'm actually going to kick your ass, Chris, I really am," Jordan said as she bent down to catch her breath.

"And how I'm looking forward to it," he said as they walked into the interior of the hotel. As the two continued their sibling-like arguing, they were approached by Stacy and Trish.

"What's up guys," Stacy asked with her usual bright smile.

"Not much, just planning his slow death," Jordan replied with a grin

"Ooh, can I help," Stacy asked with a raised hand.

"Right, very nice guys. I get up at nine on my day off to run with you and you start plotting my death. Thanks, no really, I appreciate it," Chris said sarcastically.

All three of the girls rolled their eyes and laughed at his dramatics.

"So what do guys want to do today? I don't know about you, but I do not want to even leave the hotel. I just want to relax on our last day off," Trish said.

"I second that," Jordan agreed.

"Well, I think I saw an indoor pool when I was looking around earlier. We could just chill out there today," Stacy suggested.

"Oh you are my savior," Chris said as he picked Stacy up and spun her around in a hug. "No fans AND I get a pool, score!"

Trish and Jordan shared a knowing look before agreeing to meet at the pool at noon. Jordan was about to head back up to her room when she caught a glimpse of a familiar face lounging in a nearby chair. She quietly seated herself in a chair next to his and waited for him to set down the newspaper he was currently reading.

"Hello, Feisty," a voice replied from behind the newspaper. "And how are you doing this beautiful morning?" he asked as he finally set the newspaper down and locked his blue eyes with her brown.

"Fantastic, Randy. May I ask why you are so unusually chipper this morning," Jordan asked with a laugh as she leaned back in her chair.

"No real reason, although I did spend the evening with an incredibly charming and gorgeous young woman last night," he replied with a casual grin.

"Oh really," Jordan said with a smirk. "Now I heard that she was really funny, too."

"Nope, not really that funny," he said right before Jordan leaned forward a smacked him.

"Okay, okay, I was kidding. Calm down, Feisty," Randy replied as he blocked her attack.

"And another thing, why do you read the newspaper of a place that you won't be staying in?" Jordan asked.

"Boredom," he replied as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I can fix that," Jordan stated. "Chris, Stacy, Trish, and I were thinking about hitting the pool today instead of going out. You know just hang out on our last day off. You should come."

"Yeah, sounds fun. What time?" Randy replied.

"We're going to meet at the pool around noon, but there's not hurry or anything," Jordan said.

"Okay, well then I'll see you there. Try to keep out of trouble until then," Randy said with a wink as he got up and left. Jordan watched his retreating form before deciding that she should probably go clean up a little even though they were just going to the pool. She quickly made her way to her room and washed her face and applied a little bit of make-up before making her way to her suitcase. She pulled out the two bathing suits she has brought and laid them both out on her bed. One was a modest one-piece suit that had an island-type floral print and the other was a black sting bikini that a couple of her college friends had convinced her to buy before she left. She was just about to put on the one-piece when a knock sounded at her door. She opened it to find Stacy wearing a pink and white polka dot bikini top and a pair of cut-off shorts.

"Come in, I was just about to change," Jordan replied.

"Ooh, I want to see the bathing suit that will bring Randy Orton to his knees," Stacy said as she grabbed the suit out of Jordan's hands.

"Are you kidding, J. I know who have something sexier than that," Stacy exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I don't know. I don't want to be too over-revealed," Jordan said

"You mean you don't want to look skanky," Stacy inferred.

"Exactly," Jordan replied.

"Please Jordan, you couldn't look trashy if you tried, now come on what else do you have?" Stacy asked as she sat down.

"Only that," Jordan replied as she pointed to the black bikini still lying on her bed.

"Oh you are so putting that on, no arguments, go!" Stacy said as she pushed Jordan and the swim suit towards the bathroom. Jordan hurriedly changed before turning and looking at herself in the mirror.

"I don't know about this, Stace," Jordan shouted from the bathroom.

"Just get out here," Stacy said.

Jordan cautiously stepped out of the bathroom before immediately crossing her arms over her exposed body.

"Holy hell, Jordan! You look amazing," Stacy exclaimed.

"Oh shut up. It looks, I don't know weird," Jordan said as she fidgeted more.

"That's because you're acting weird. Now stand up straight and work it girl," Stacy said with a laugh.

"Are you sure it looks okay?" Jordan asked as she stood up straighter.

"Yes, now get you're stuff and let's go. We are two hot girls in need of hot men," Stacy said as she headed for the door.

"And you think they're at the pool?" Jordan asked with a laugh as she threw on a pair of short and a tank top.

"Well, I know they're not here, so let's go," Stacy replied as she held the door open.

Jordan struggled to grab her bag from a nearby chair as Stacy succeeded in dragging her out of her room.

"God, you're stronger than you look," Jordan replied as she rubbed her arm.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Stacy replied as they stepped into the elevator and headed towards the first floor. Jordan went quite after that as she got the little nervous feeling that always grew in her stomach before seeing, although she never admit it, Randy. Before Jordan realized it, they were at a huge room that had a decent sized pool and very relaxing looking hot tub. The entire ceiling was covered with big windows that let the sun peer in and gave the room a warm feeling. She looked over to see that while she was looking over the room, Stacy had made her way over to where Trish, Chris, and surprisingly Adam were sitting. Stacy looked at her with a confused look before waving her over.

"Sorry, I spaced a little," Jordan said as she set her stuff down.

"We noticed," Chris replied before giving her an evil look. "What were you thinking about, or should I ask who?"

"Oh, grow up," Jordan said she rolled her eyes. "You're never going to leave me alone about that are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Chris replied with a wink.

Jordan just sighed and waved him off before making her way to where Adam was sitting.

"Hey Adam, what's up? I haven't seen you in a while," Jordan stated as she leaning back in her chair.

"Oh yeah, I've been busy lately. Been good though, how about you? I know everything here can be really overwhelming," he asked almost shyly.

"Yeah, it's been cool, you know? Although I don't think that actual work has started yet," Jordan said with a laugh. "Everyone is great, though. I've been having a blast."

"That's good. I knew you'd do fine," Adam replied with a smile.

"And how did you know that?" Jordan asked with a grin.

"Because the first day I met you, you just seemed to know how to hold your own in any situation. You didn't seem fazed in the least," he replied.

"Thanks," Jordan said with a slight blush, "but trust me I was terrified."

The two continued their conversation without noticing that person had just walked in and was watching their entire interaction very closely. Randy stood to the side and quietly tried to fight the jealously that was seeping from him. 'Come on dude, you barely know her. Who cares if she talks to other guys,' his head told him. And Randy knew that he was right. Jordan was a beautiful girl so of course other guys would talk to her, so why should he even care? 'Maybe 'cause you like her dumbass,' he mentally chided himself.

He did his best to shake all the thoughts from his head before making his way over to the group.

"Hey man, what's up," Chris said as he got to do the standard 'guy' handshake.

"Not much, sucks this is the last day off though," Randy replied.

Chris smiled and shook his head. "I know what you mean. Hey I saw Dave earlier, he gonna join us?"

"Yeah I think so, you know if Amy's around he's bound to make an appearance," Randy said with a laugh.

It was at that moment that Jordan decided to get up and join the two men's conversation.

"Hey Ranndy," Jordan said in a sing song voice while looking up at him innocently.

"Okay, who gave Feisty sugar?" Randy said.

"Oh shut up," she replied and slapped him playfully in the arm. "I'm just happy I don't have to leave the hotel today. I just want to bask. Anywho, I need to ask you a favor."

"And what's that?"

"You have to introduce me to that fine specimen over there," Jordan pointed towards the front of the room. The two men looked over and saw Dave Batista walking in and looking as intimidating as ever.

"Who, Dave? I can do that, but I don't think you want to have a catfight or anything like that with Amy for him," Randy replied with a grin.

"That's Batista? The guy from Evolution or whatever? Stacy was filling me in on the matches and stuff and said that you guys hated each other," Jordan said with a confused look on her face.

"Nah, that's just storyline stuff. Most of the feuds are, but we do have are share of backstage drama, huh Chris," Randy said while motioning towards the other man.

"Don't even get me started on all that shit, dude. Trust me Jordan, you just have to learn who the drama-queens and bastards are and you'll be good," Chris replied.

"Okay, so Dave Batista equals good, got it. So what's this between him and Amy?" Jordan asked with genuine interest. All the backstage gossip was just too good to pass up on.

"Oh please, those two flirt like their in fifth grade again, but neither one will make the first move," Trish said as she joined the conversation. Jordan watched as Amy walked to up to the towering man. She took note of the way that Batista's face softened at the young woman and the giddy school girl look that Amy was currently sporting. Jordan didn't think she had seen any two people more cute than the unlikely looking.

"You'll have to forgive Trish," Stacy said as she also joined the conversation, "she likes to talk about everyone one else's relationship and then act like the whole thing with Jay was 'just a storyline.'"

Trish's face immediately blushed at that comment before she shot Stacy an embarrassed yet warning glance. Stacy just matched it with a huge grin.

"My official statement is that we are just friends," Trish declared as she crossed her arms defiantly.

"Oh, whatever they are so screwing," Stacy said. Everyone immediately turned shocked eyes on her.

"What? Oh come on! Like you guys don't think so, too."

"You'll have to forgive Stacy, J. She's not known for her subtly," Chris said as he put on arm around Stacy.

"I'm really going to kill you, Stace," Trish said as she turned a death stare on the other woman.

"Oh please! If I had a nickel for every time you said that I'd be richer than freaking Bill Gates," Stacy said as she removed her shorts and rolled her eyes dramatically.

Just as Stacy was throwing her shorts to the side, Trish got an evil look on her face and pushed Stacy into the nearby pool. The entire group laughed as Stacy emerged with her long blond hair sticking to her face.

"Oh it is so on now!" Stacy yelled. Stacy quickly pushed her self up onto the side of the pool and grabbed Trish's arm. Just as she managed to completely pull her in, Trish grabbed at Chris and managed to pull him in as well. As he rose to the surface, his loud voice was heard.

"Why do you woman ALWAYS involve me? What did I ever do?''

"It's just because you're so darn pretty, Jericho," Stacy said as she came up behind him and slipped her arms around his neck. He came up to rest his hands on hers and turned his head slightly to grin at her.

"Flattery will get you ever where sweetheart," Chris said.

"Uhh," Jordan jokingly scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "You two are sickeningly cute."

To everyone's surprise the pair didn't even try to defend themselves as usual. Stacy and Chris continued to grin widely and talk quietly between themselves. Jordan smile slightly at the two before turning to the rest of the group.

"Well, I guess those two will be a little preoccupied," Randy stated.

"I don't know about you guys, but I am going to try and get some sun," Jordan said before looking up towards the glass ceiling.

"I think I will join you," Trish said as she climbed the nearby stairs out of the pool.

"You girls are no fun," Randy stated. "What about you Adam, volleyball?" he asked before pointed to a net set up towards the far side of the pool.

"Sure," the other man replied as he closed his cell phone. "Jay just called; he's going to come down here."

Jordan watched as Trish face lightened slightly at that fact before she heard Randy call out, "Hey Dave, are you two going to make puppy eyes all day or do you want to play?"

"Yeah I'm in," Dave replied before himself and Amy rejoined the group. Dave and Adam went in search of a volley ball, while Trish ran up to her room to grab some tanning lotion.

"Now what you are about to see J, won't be pretty," Randy said as he turned.

"What do you mean?" Jordan asked with a slight laugh.

"You see Jordan, guys have to do this tough testosterone thing where even stupid little volleyball games become all out warfare," Amy added.

"And I will be victorious," Randy said in his best warrior impersonation. The two women laughed and rolled their eyes before Amy headed over to the beach chairs that were set up right next to the pool.

"So, will you cheer me on?" Randy asked flirtatiously before taking one of Jordan's hands in his own.

Jordan looked down at her hand that was now interlocked with Randy's. She tried to hide her blush as she looked up at him and matched his loop-sided grin.

"Of course," she replied, "but that means you have to win."

The pair looked over to see Trish re-entering the room with Jay now in toe.

"I take it that's Jay, right?" Jordan asked.

"The one and only. He plays Christian. He's a really cool guy, you'll like him," Randy said as he sub-consciencley ran his thumb over Jordan's hand. It didn't go unnoticed to Jordan however, and she quickly tried to suppress the bubbly feeling that was taking over body.

Randy heard his name called and turned to see the guys waiting for him.

"Duty calls," he replied before squeezing her had gently and sliding in the pool. Jordan watched him for a moment before turning to see Amy and Trish smiling very knowingly at her. She walked over to them and noticed that they were both still staring at her.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"Oh nothing," Amy said casually, "you're just completely freaking infatuated with Randy."

"Guys, seriously how many times are we going to go over this," Jordan asked exasperatedly before sitting down.

"How many times do we have to ask before you give us a truthful answer," Trish asked with a smirk.

"Okay, fine. There is a tiny bit of attraction, but like either of you have any room to talk. I saw the way you both looked at Jay and Dave like you wanted to devour them on the spot."

"Hey, I'll gladly admit that Dave is a freaking hottie!" Amy said with a grin.

"And you're saying that's it?" Trish asked.

"Maybe more, but who knows? I'm just fine with going like we are," Amy said as she watched the towering man laugh with his friends.

"Looks like Stacy and Chris joined the game," Trish pointed out. "You guys want to?"

"Maybe later, right now I just want to relax," Jordan replied as she stood up and removed her tank top and shorts.

Right at that moment, Randy turned to see Jordan standing slightly uncomfortably in the sexiest swimsuit he had ever seen. His eyes traveled up all the way up from her long, tanned legs to her face. He saw that she now looked more comfortable and was laughing at something that Trish had said. 'She has the most beautiful smile,' he thought to himself as he watched her lay back. Randy continued to watch her intently. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when the volleyball came crashing into the back of his head. He turned his now seething eyes to see the entire group laughing and Dave Batista trying to look very innocent.

"What the hell was that for?" Randy yelled.

"Accident?" Dave replied innocently as he tried to fight off his laughter. The battle was lost however and everyone, including Randy, proceeded to burst out laughing hysterically.

"Smooth one, young Randall, smooth," Trish yelled from her position. Randy tried to glare at her, but the entire situation was too funny and he laughed along with everyone else. He quickly snuck a glance at Jordan and saw that she was offering him a sympathetic smile. He smiled at her slightly before ducking his head slightly embarrassed. The volleyball games and the laughter continued the rest of the day with the girls eventually joining in which pitted Randy, Jordan, Adam, and Amy against Dave, Chris, Stacy, Jay, and Trish. Despite the number difference Randy's team pulled out a victory which resulted in Randy picking up Jordan and spinning her around in a hug. After the game Stacy, Chris, and Adam left to go grab a bite to eat leaving the rest to explain storylines and backstage stories to Jordan. The light and casual conversation continued until the group realized how late it had gotten.

"I think I'm going to head back upstairs," Amy stated with a yawn. "Anybody want to join me?"

"You know I'm in," Dave replied with a wink. "Especially if a shower is involved."

"In your dreams, Big Man," Amy replied as she exited the pool.

"Trust me, I know," he replied before following her.

"What about you guys," Amy asked referring to Stacy and Jordan.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted. Come on Chris," Stacy said.

"You don't own me, I'm my own person," Chris declared dramatically.

Stacy rolled her eyes before leaning down to whisper something quietly in his ear. Chris eyes widened slightly before he jumped out of the pool.

"Yeah," he coughed, "I'm going with her."

Stacy smirked at Jordan as she laughed. "You guys coming?"

"I think I'm going to stay for a while, unwind a little," Randy stated.

"Yeah, me too. That is if you don't mind," Jordan said looking at Randy.

"Oh please, like he minds," Stacy said.

"You two crazy kids behave," Chris yelled before winking and exiting with the others.

Jordan smiled uncomfortably before swimming towards the stairs and getting out of the pool.

"Hey, I thought you were staying," Randy said disappointedly.

"I am," Jordan replied with a laugh. "I want to check out the hot tub," she said pointed towards the corner. She gingerly poked her foot in before sliding her body down with a long sigh.

"Oh wow, Randy you really have to get in here," Jordan sighed as she closed her eyes. She opened them slightly to see Randy's tanned and defined chest slowly disappear into the water.

"Fantastic, huh?"

"Yeah, I really wish we got to relax more like this," Randy said before leaning back.

"I actually can't wait to start getting work," Jordan said. "All the storylines and stuff you guys told me about sounds fascinating."

"You going to watch the show tomorrow?" Randy asked. He then proceeded to reach under the water and lightly grab one of Jordan's feet before rubbing slow circles with his thumbs.

"Yeah," she replied as she started to relax under his touch.

"You going to cheer for me?"

"If you keep doing that," she said slowly referring to the foot massage, "then I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Randy asked with raised eyebrows.

"You are such a perv, Randy, I didn't mean that."

He laughed quietly before looking up at her face. He noticed that she now had her eyes closed and she looked completely serene. His gaze locked upon her lips as she snaked her tongue out to wet them slightly. A small moan escaped her mouth as he dug his thumbs into the base of her foot. Before he even knew what he was doing, Randy's hand made its way up Jordan's smooth leg before resting on her hip. He moved closer towards her until his face was mere inches away from hers now.

"What are you doing," Jordan asked quietly as her eyes locked with his. She felt her heartbeat quicken at the intensity in the blue pools.

"I really don't know," Randy breathed before lowering his lips to hers.

The moment that Randy's lips touched hers, Jordan's mind swirled, unable to come up with any kind of comprehendible thought. He continued to slowly massage his lips against hers until he felt her hand gripped at his neck and pull him closer, at which point he quickened his intensity. His hands pulled her hips towards him so that she was sitting on his lap as she played with the tiny hairs at the base of his neck. Jordan felt herself getting more and more lost in the way Randy was making her feel. Her senses were completely alive and she felt everything from the way his body was deliciously pressed up against hers to the way his hand played with her hair. He pulled away slightly to catch his breath and Jordan fully realized what was happening. She stood up and got out of the hot tub quickly before running a shaky hand through her tangled hair. She tried to calm her breathing down before looking at him.

Randy looked up at her confused face and he immediately panicked.

"God, I shouldn't have done that," he said as he ran his hands over his face. "I'm really sorry, Jordan. I just assumed you had feelings for me too. I am such an ass."

"Oh God, no Randy," Jordan replied quickly. "It's not your fault. I do have feelings for you; well I mean I feel… uhh, I don't know what I feel. I'm sorry."

Randy pulled himself to stand next to her. "So, was that wrong then?" he asked confused.

"No, it wasn't wrong," Jordan said as she looked up at him. "I...I just can't do this right now. I know I sound like a complete bitch; I just can't get into a relationship right now. Do you hate me, now?"

"Hate you? God no, J. I just feel really stupid," Randy said before running his hand through his hair. He looked completely confused and almost childlike standing before her and it make Jordan feel horrible.

"Don't feel stupid. I'm the stupid one. I just have a lot of stuff I need to deal with, especially with this new job and all. But I really do like you, I just need to sort some stuff out before I even think about doing…well whatever we were doing," Jordan said with a slight smile.

"I can wait," Randy said with a small smile. The look on his face made Jordan completely melt. Honesty shone in his bright eyes and she knew that he wasn't lying to her. He really would wait for her is she asked. That notion alone scared her death.

"No, I didn't mean I expected you to wait for me, Randy. Trust me, I understand that you're young, and quite frankly hot. I don't expect anything."

"Neither do I," he stated. "I'm not going to lie to you though, I'm really attracted to you, Feisty," he smiled.

Jordan smiled at that before cautiously asking, "So, are we still friends?"

"Of course, we are. Who else would I make fun of?"

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Yes, how tragic would it be if you didn't have someone to make fun of Randy," she said as she slipped back into the back into their comfortable banter. It certainly felt a lot safer than what they had just been doing.

The pair grabbed their stuff before heading back up to their rooms. Randy walked Jordan to her room and stood awkwardly, trying to figure out what to say.

"So...I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Randy asked.

"Yep. Hopefully before the show, but if not I'll be the one in the front row screaming 'Randy's hot!'

Randy laughed at her comment before looking at her face. Jordan sensed Randy's hesitation to do anything after their talk, so she leaned up and kissed he cheek before smiling up at him.

"Good night," she said softly.

"Night," he replied in the same tone before looking down and turning towards his room. As Randy quickly showered and change he couldn't help but fixate on the feelings he was having for Jordan. He knew that he already liked her a lot and the whole situation was completely foreign to him. He had always been able to get anyone he wanted. No feelings had to be involved. After being screwed over before, he had had practically mastered the art of picking up women. But now he could feel that it was different and he didn't necessarily like it. His frown increased slightly before he tried in vain to push all the thoughts out of his. With a final sigh he drifted into an restless sleep.

Jordan sub-consciously made her way into the tiny bathroom and turned the shower on full blast. She quickly undressed herself and sat down in the tub. As the steam started to swirl around her she felt a tear slip down her face. She tightly hugged her knees to her chest and silently wondered how long her past would continue to rule her life.

A/N – Ha-ha, took me long enough, huh? I hope some of you still read this out there. Feel free to review and tell me what you guys want to see. Hope you liked!

Thanks for reading!

Kat