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 13

Jordan arrived at the arena at exactly 5:40. She knew this because it was almost an hour later than she was supposed to arrive. When she had gathered her things to exit the plane earlier in the day, she had caught Randy staring at her in an unusual way and it had plagued her thoughts the entire way back to her hotel, until she finally just allowed exhaustion to take over her mind and body. When she woke up hours later, she stretched languidly before it dawned on her that she, once again, would be tardy to the best job, and biggest opportunity, that she had ever had. It was some time in between rushing around for her left shoe and frantically searching for papers that Jordan realized that she was letting the entire situation, but more importantly a practical stranger with shining blue eyes, completely overwhelm her. She sat on the edge of her bed and ran her hands through her hair before she sat up and decided that she need to make a decision. It was getting to the point where she didn't even recognize herself any more. Her whole life she had been energetic and fun-loving and she would be damned if she let the entire situation swallow her whole. If she wanted to be the best employee that she could it was time that she started acting like it. With one final thought Jordan decided that she would work her butt of the house show that night and that afterwards she would go out with the girls. But most importantly she would not give any more thought to the man with the charismatic smile that was working his way into her heart.

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Randy gracefully and confidently exited the car that had driven him to the arena before rubbing his temple slightly as the sun hit his eyes. God, it had been a long day. After finally escaping from Samantha he had been on the phone all day long with his brother, Nathan who had begged him for Wrestlemania tickets to impress a girl. His brother was certainly something, but he was more than happy to oblige. He loved having his family around and plus the phone call had allowed him to vent a little. Randy smirked slightly as he remembered his brother first reaction after he mentioned Samantha's name.

"You mean 'Miss Skany-hoe USA' three, wait no four, years running is back? I'd run far, far away if I was you, bro," Nathan has said.

'My sentiments exactly,' Randy thought. If only it were than easy. But if she was truly working for the WWE then he would be forced to deal with her again. The thought alone brought on a severe headache. Randy knew one thing, though. He wasn't going to be her lap-dog ever again. If she wanted to play games, he would play better. He wasn't going to let her reek havoc in his life ever again, and especially not now that he had more important things to focus on. For the eight-millionth time that day his mind turned to Jordan. He had no idea why he liked her so much. Sure, she was extremely intelligent and quick-witted, and not to mention completely beautiful. But as far as type went, she wasn't his. He tended to prefer more wild and flirtatious blondes, not sarcastic and tall brunettes. But there was one, no make that two, things that Randy knew for sure. The first was that no matter how far gone Jordan was from his type, he couldn't picture wanting to be with someone more than he wanted to be with her. The second was that if it were illegal to stalk someone mentally, he would be in a mental institution by now. Speaking of his current mind-plaguing obsession, he saw a peak of her long legs and flowing brown hair rounding a corner quickly as he entered the building. He fastened his pace to catch up with her before calling out to her.

"Hey feisty, slow down," He spoke trying to move things back to their old friendly way.

"Not now," Jordan replied without looking up from her notebook as she tried to balanced it and her briefcase, all while arguing with a venue owner.

"No, I have a contract right here that says we have the venue for April 6, not March 6!" Jordan practically yelled. She sighed as she listened to the person on the other line. She began to roll her eyes and make wild hand gesture which caused Randy to laugh out slightly at how positively adorable she looked. His laughter was stifled as she sent an icy glare his way before speaking back into her phone.

"You know what I will fax this to you and you can have someone a little more competent than you look it over, break down into a third graders reading level and then you can call me back, okay?" Jordan yelled before slamming her phone down.

Randy once again tried to stifle his laughter before a wide smile broke out over his entire face.

Jordan glared. "I'm glad you find it amusing that we might lose the Wrestlemania venue because a dumbass can't read contracts right."

"Hey, don't be mad. You just look adorable when you are yelling at incompetents," Randy said with a smile as he tried to lighten the mood.

"Whatever, I have work to do," Jordan said ass she turned on her heel to walk away.

"Hey, no stop," Randy said and reached out to grab her arm.

Randy saw her look at where his grip was on her before what looked like tears pooled in her eyes. The expression was quickly masked, however, as Randy dropped his arm rapidly.

"I know you're busy and all, but I really need to talk to you. I know I really screwed up, but I just want five minutes of you time, okay?" Randy pleaded both verbally and with his eyes.

"Fine, whatever. You can come by my room after the show, but you're going to have to make it quick because I am going out with Trish and Amy tonight," Jordan replied. "I have to go, though," she took off without waiting for an answer. For first time the entire night, Randy smile reached his eyes.

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Jordan stretched as she kicked off her heels and threw her bag onto her bed. Eric and her had spent the whole night dealing with the venue's lawyers all while trying to run a show at the same time. Her brain was fried to say the least, but the whole issue did eventually get resolved. Now all she wanted to do was take a relaxing bath before she headed out with the girls. It then dawned on her that she had agreed to talk with Randy her before going out. She rubbed her eyes quickly before her new resolve set in. She would talk to him, let him no that she wasn't mad at him and then send him on his merry way. She could be professional and friendly with him. That is what any other person would do. And hopefully in time she could trust him. In a strictly friends-only way of course. She reminded herself this as she turned the bath water of and swiftly removed her clothes. Jordan sighed in pleasure as the hot water soothed her achy muscles. The day was finally beginning to look up.

She had quietly dozed off fifteen minutes later when she heard a knock on her door. 'It must Randy,' she thought, 'might as well get this over with, cause that what grown up do, right?' she asked her reflection unsurely as she pushed her hair out her face and fastened her robe. "Right" she assured herself out loud. When she opened the door no one was there. She looked around before noticing a plain white envelope resting by her bare feet. She carefully held her door open while bending down to grab the envelope. She straightened and opened the letter hastily as her curiosity got the best of her. 'I didn't take Randy as the beg on paper kind of guy,' she thought was a sly smile. As she pulled the letter out of small stack of photos fell out onto the floor.

The note stated in big black typed letters "Why Miss Jordan, You Have Been Making Your Way Around." In scrawled handwriting below it read, "Does he know you're mine?"

She shakily bent to grab the pictures. As she kneeled she saw herself smiling as Randy pushed hair out her face. In the next she was sitting directly on his lap as they passionately kissed. She quickly flipped through the rest before standing and looking around with eyes. She rushed back into her room. She had to brace herself on the wall as she tried to slow her rapidly beating heart.

'This has to be a sick joke. It doesn't even make sense,' she thought as she tried to calm herself. She jumped as another knock sounded. She pulled the door and saw Randy standing awkwardly waiting for her.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to get the door so quick," he said. "Do you want to…"

Jordan interrupted by slamming the envelope with the letter and pictures against his chest.

"If this is your idea of a joke, it is not funny," she seethed.

Randy looked at her bewildered for a moment before reading the letter. His face changed from confusion to anger as he looked at the accompanied pictures.

"I swear that I didn't do this, J. I don't know anyone who would do this," Randy stated with honesty in his eyes. "It was probably a crazy fan or something, but I want to get security up her to look at this."

"Look, I don't know if you did this to play hero, but it isn't going to work. I am not that dumb," Jordan said indignantly.

"God, I swear I would not send you some creepy note. And how could I have taken pictures. I'm kind of in them, feisty," He said trying to calm her down.

He was right; he couldn't have taken the pictures. But if he didn't who did? She nodded her head slightly before holding the door open for him to enter. She looked around swiftly before closing the door. 'God what have I gotten myself into now?"

A/N – So there it is! The beginning of what I hope is a fun, suspenseful, crazy, emotion-filled plot. For those of you who expected this to be a straight forward, strictly romantic story, I apologize. But I want to spice it up with a little mystery and intrigue! Read and review!