Ayanna once worked for a textile company where she dreaded going to work everyday. Her supervisor was an absolute bitch and nitpicked on every little thing Ayanna did. Ayanna decided that she was going to maintain professionalism at all times and put her best face forward.

Now only if she could put that to good use.

The lunch date had a tinge of awkward moments. Once Dave and Ayanna mapped out meetings and agendas for the rest of the week, everything was great. But there was still the issue of their would-be date. Ayanna wanted to say yes; she would be crazy not to. She also wanted to say no; a friendship was at stake, despite how much Kristal claimed she didn't care.

Dave pulled up the offices and turned off his car. "Thanks for coming with me to lunch, Ayanna. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, David."

He walked up to her and stood merely inches from her body. "You never did give me a response regarding this weekend?"

Ayanna thought long and hard all lunch about her answer. She came up with the most feasible solution. "Maybe."

Dave nodded. "Fair enough. But I would like to have an answer soon."

"You will." Ayanna smiled. "We should probably get back to work, huh?"

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Ayanna walked into Randy's office and shut the door behind her. "How serious were you about dinner, tonight?" Ayanna asked.

Randy looked up from his computer screen. "Like the relationship between Michael Jackson and his plastic surgeon." Randy replied.

Ayanna smiled. "That was totally cheesy."

"Yeah, whatever. So I'll pick you up tonight? Dinner's at seven."

Ayanna shook her head. "You knew I was going to say yes, didn't you?"

He softly kissed her cheek and slightly caressed it. "I'll see you later, Pretty Girl." He then left his office.

Ayanna didn't know what she was doing by accepting a date with Randy and tentatively going out with Dave during the same week. But she felt a need to see what the intentions were of both men. They were both players; a fact neither one has denied. But what was so special about either one of them? Most importantly, what was Randy's interest in her?

Ayanna put a hand on her cheek and watched Randy leave. She caught herself staring and sighing at the man before her. If all he wanted was ass, why is he still trying?

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A short skirt with a form-fitting top? Nah, too much fat shows. Blue jeans, dress shirt, and heels? Nah, too casual.

Ayanna stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn't scarfing down a lot of fast food but she wasn't trying to cut back, either. Now Ayanna was concerned if her latest slection made her look fat. She was confident that Randy was still interested in her. Yet, the low self-esteem kicked in. She had sex with Randy with her clothes on. He had yet to see her naked. If he's going to see my naked, that is.

She must've tried on 15 different outfits before settling on a black spaghetti strap dress. It was layered and not too clingy. She chose a pair of black heels and prayed Randy wasn't going to make her walk far.

She glared at her face. With the exception of various blackheads and other unsightly blemishes, she cleaned up pretty nice. She chose a nude look, with medium browns and slightly brushed cheeks. Her full lips were on display with pink lip gloss. But it was here eyes she wanted Randy to notice. Ayanna had deep brown orbs that always had a shroud of mystery. They were intense, dramatic yet they had an innocent quality.

It was now 6:30 and not a moment late. The doorbell rang and Ayanna looked over to the direction of it. She briefly contemplated not answering it. Why does Randy want to take me out anyway? Spraying on some perfume, Ayanna rushed over to her front door. When she opened the door, she was greeted by the most breathtaking sight—her date, Randy Orton.

He was sporting business casual finest—a crisp white shirt with black slacks and a matching blazer. A couple buttons were loosened on top, just enough to see the shine of baby oil. His brown hair was gelled and slightly spiked on top. And there was his scent. His cologne bounced between intoxicating and arousing. Ayanna found herself taking deep breaths to further inhale Randy.

"You look…amazing." He grinned. "Are you ready?"

Ayanna was so stuck on seeing Randy, she nearly forgot how to speak. "Uh-huh."

"Good." He smiled again. "Do you have a curfew?"

"How old do you think I am?" Ayanna yelled.

"I was just wondering, damn." Randy defended. He then took out a blindfold. "Turn around."

"Uh-uh, asshole. I'm not into that kinky shit."

"Woman, relax." He assured her. "I'm going to surprise you for our date."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. It's okay to feel stupid."

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Randy drove Ayanna to a local airport. He parked the Maserati and helped Ayanna out of the car. Ayanna gripped Randy's arm as he led her to their destination.

"Okay, there's a few steps." He instructed. "I'm going to guide you."

"Where are we?"

"You'll see."

After the last step, Randy instructed Ayanna to walk a little distance and stop. He then stood behind her and untied the blindfold.

"Open your eyes, Pretty Girl." He said.

Ayanna opened her eyes and gasped. There was a reason behind Randy's questioning and hidden agenda. Their dinner date was on the corporate jet. She walked around the plane and was in awe at the opulence and luxury she saw. Tan leather sofas rested against the walls. Small monitors were on the counters, flanked by longer marble tables. A few feet away was the fully-stocked kitchen with two servers ready at one's call. A separate room had a sofa that could be partitioned off with privacy doors.

The bathroom was equally amazing. It had a lighted mirror and built-in dressing room with a small sofa. Ayanna took one look at the bathroom and shook her head. How many bitches got the Randy and Dave special in here?

"So what do you think?" Randy asked.

"It's amazing, Randy." Ayanna turned around. "Why?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Why are you doing this?" She questioned as she looked around. "You already got what you wanted."

Randy stepped closer to her. "I told you I want more."

"If you wanted more ass, Orton, we could've just stayed at my apartment."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and softly kissed her. "Maybe I want something more than just ass?"

Ayanna shook her head. Randy was confusing her without trying to. "I don't get you at all."

Randy caressed Ayanna's lips with his index finger. "Maybe you're not supposed to."