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 14

Jordan stared at Randy warily. She, quite honestly, had no idea what to think. Her mind quickly scanned over the people she had just recently come to know. Some seemed like the kind to pull pranks here and there, but this was different.

Jordan eyes fell to the stack of photos to her left on the hotels cliché pattered bedspread. None of the charismatic people she had met seemed like the type to take an intimate moment and exploit it, however.

"What are you thinking?" Randy asked. His soft voice and equally soft and caring eyes made a smile come to Jordan's otherwise stoic face.

"You don't think one of the guys, or girls for that matter, would do this, do you?" Jordan asked with hesitation.

"I honestly can't see anyone thinking this was funny, Feisty, but I guess it's possible," Randy replied. His face showed that he, like Jordan, had no idea what to think. "But if it was Chris or Dave, I know they'll want to take credit soon."

"You're right," Jordan said before forcing a smile. "It's not that big of a deal. I mean they are just pictures, right? It's not like most people don't know it happened."

"So, let's just wait it out. I know the guys get bored pretty easily around here and I know they can have a pretty sick sense of humor," Randy laughed. His eyes betrayed his sentiments, however. Inside Randy has a sick feeling that he knew exactly who was behind this "prank." It practically reeked of Samantha's name. The only thing that left Randy doubting was how Sam found Jordan so quick.

"I agree," Jordan said as she stood up. "So, what should we do with these?" Jordan held out the envelope that now contained the letter and pictures again.

"I'll give it to the guys in security tomorrow. Tell them to look out for weird stuff from fans," Randy said.

His eyes looked slightly sunken in and his haggard stance seemed off to Jordan causing her to ask, "Hey, are you ok? You look tired."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Haven't been sleeping well," Randy quickly masked his appearance with a confident smile. He couldn't tell whether Jordan believed him or not, but she dropped the subject.

"I guess I should get ready, Amy and Trish are going to be here soon," Jordan stated as she look at the tiny clock on her bed-side table.

"Yeah, I told Dave and Chris I'd chill with them tonight, so I should go," Randy said before standing quickly. "Hey, but I just want to say how sorry I am…"

"Don't worry about it," Jordan interrupted. "I'm not mad or upset anymore."

Randy looked unsure for a moment and like he was going to argue with her statement, but decided against it.

"So can we agree to be friends?" Randy asked with a nervous glance.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Jordan stated with a soft smile. "Now, go. I have to find a way to make myself beautiful," She said with a cheeky grin.

"I don't think you need any help in that area, Feisty, but I will let you go," Randy grinned as he headed for the door. "I'll see you later, ok?"

"Yeah, later pretty-boy," Jordan grinned.

"Oh, back to that are we?" Randy asked.

"Of course," Jordan said before closing her door.

Randy smiled genuinely before sticking his hands in his pockets and heading towards his room.

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Jordan was just finishing the final touches of her makeup when Trish and Amy not so gracefully announced their presence.

"Hey, J! You ready?" Amy yelled loudly as she banged on the door.

"I certainly hope so, because if not, you were going to wake up everyone on the floor," Jordan had opened the door and was now casually adjusting her high-heeled black boot in the hotel door frame.

"Well, well some one wants to get some tonight," Trish exclaimed as she took in Jordan's unusual appearance. Instead of her professional black pants and semi-conservative tops, she was wearing her favorite pair of jeans, that were comfortable yet still stylish, and a black silk tank top that she had borrowed from Stacy earlier.

"Yeah, I highly don't that," Jordan laughed. "I just felt like being relaxed tonight. It's not too much is it?"

"Not at all. I mean if Amy had a nickel for every time her outfits were a tad on the risqué side," Trish allowed her voice to get to a whisper, "Well, let's just say she be a wealthy woman."

Amy just rolled her eyes and led the other two women out to the awaiting car outside.

"Ooh, our own car?" Jordan asked with an impressed glance.

"Being the women's champion does have its advantages," Trish smirked as Amy just laughed and pushed past her into the car. Jordan laughed at the two women's obvious comfortableness around one another. They certainly were entertaining. Jordan paused to let Trish enter the car before her. She heard a noise behind her and turned slightly in time to see Dave, Chris, and Randy, all dressed casually, laughing and leaving the hotel behind them.

"Hey boys!" Amy yelled out from the front the car.

"Hey, you," Dave said as a giant smile took over his face and made his way towards her. He stopped and dipped his head to where hers was resting outside of her rolled down window and kissed her quickly before standing straight again.

"Where are you girls headed?" he inquired.

Jordan vaguely heard Amy and Trish reply, but her gaze was focused, much to her dismay, directly in front of her. Jordan had seen Randy dressed many different ways over the last couple of weeks, but she decided that she most definitely like it when he dressed casually in jeans and a button-up shirt best. Black, preferably. Hell, if she truly was honest with herself though, she liked him in anything. 'And I would probably like him in nothing, too,' she thought as a grin worked itself onto her face. She saw him finally look over her way and wink casually before turning and following Chris and Dave in the opposite direction. As she turned around she realized that Amy and Trish had been quietly waiting for her to realize that they were done with their conversation. They knowingly smirked up at her as she blushed and pushed her way into the car.

Amy turned a knowing glance to Trish behind her. "Oh, she definitely has it bad."

They pair laughed as the car rushed ahead to another nightclub and another wild night before they all had to get back to work.

A/N – In case I didn't mention it, the story will be AU. Meaning that roster switches and stupid suspensions for stupid good-looking wrestlers won't be included, lol. This chapter wasn't as strong I know, but I'm trying to work into a bigger plot now and am trying to fight the dreaded writer's block. Pretty much a filler chapter, but hopefully I can bring you guys my better work to you guys next chapter.

Thanks to Latisha C, FastFuriousChick, pianogal, Insane Zula, wrestlenascargirl, and all the other who give me their critiques so often. They mean the world to me. And there are many more of you out there, but I gotta gets some sleep, lol.