Ayanna felt uneasy. Something was amiss. Dinner was exquisite. Seared salmon with light pasta and asparagus. It was followed by a blush Chardonnay and raspberry cheesecake. Candelights flickered, setting the mood. The servers were another section of the plane, awaiting more service if needed. But Ayanna didn't believe that Randy Orton was this generous. No man takes a girl on a private plane for their first date. He was up to something and Ayanna was determined to find out exactly what.

"How much is this plane costing you?" Ayanna asked.

Randy smugly grinned. "Too much for you to be concerned with."

"You didn't have to do this, Randy."

"I don't have to do a lot of stuff, Ayanna." He casually replied.

"Do you always give vague answers?"

"Sometimes." Randy switched the conversation. "Enough about what I'm not telling you. Let's talk about you."

"What about me?"

"Well, what happened between you and your girl?"

Ayanna felt her heart tense up. Talking about the past wasn't something she was a fan of, no matter what the conversation was regarding. "It just didn't work out."

Randy shrugged in indifference. "A lot of relationships don't work out. What happened?"

Ayanna sipped her Chardonnay and let the sweet nectar roll around in her mouth. She slightly blew out her cheeks and contemplated what she wanted to tell Randy. She didn't feel compelled to share her life story but she wasn't going to give a G-rated version of events, neither. "You know how you love someone and you give that person your all? I did that with her. She didn't do it with me."

"She cheated on you?"

"Not physically. But mentally and emotionally? I got fucked over."

"How?"

Ayanna let out another sigh. "I was willing to move her out here. I was willing to move where she was because she lived in LA. I was going to put her on my insurance policy so she can drive my car. She was going to be the primary contact if something happened to me. I was saving up for us to have a future." Her face gradually tightened. Happiness and glee disappeared as disgust and frustration took over.

"And she didn't?"

"When someone says they're going to do something, there's always a 50-50 chance they're full of shit. She was 100 percent." Ayanna stared into an empty space. "Oh well."

"Would you date another woman?"

"I'll sleep with another woman." She corrected. "But I'm not sure if I want to go through all that again."

"In all honesty, Ayanna, you can't base an entire gender because of one bitch." Randy explained.

Ayanna sipped her wine and looked at Randy. "Look how's talking."

I knew that was coming. "You don't trust me, do you?"

"Randy, I don't trust anyone." Ayanna retorted. "Nothing personal."

"I'm not offended." Randy leaned forward. "It just means I have to try that much harder."

"By the looks of tonight you tried pretty damn hard."

"Yeah, I'm pretty damn good." Randy then glanced at his watch. "Buckle up. We're going to be landing pretty soon."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Randy smiled. His look crossed between innocence and devious behavior with a dash of intrigue. "I think you'll like this."

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When the plane landed, Randy once again blindfolded Ayanna so she wouldn't see where they were. He led her to the awaiting limo and they were headed off. Arriving at their final destination, Randy guided Ayanna to her next surprise.

"We're here." Randy opened the door. He then stood behind Ayanna and took the blindfold off. "Open your eyes, Pretty Girl."

Ayanna adjusted her vision and looked around. Randy got a suite at the Palms Hotel Resort and Casino. There was a full bar at the right corner, conveniently next to the balcony. The carpet was a plush peach color, complementing the wine curtains. A flat screen TV was front and center in the entertainment unit. As Ayanna walked more into the suite, she noticed a separate bedroom. Ayanna then realized what Randy intended to do. If she didn't want to sleep with him, there was always another room she could sleep in. Bastard.

"What are you thinking?" Randy asked.

Ayanna let out a deep sigh, causing her shoulders to shrug slightly. She turned to Randy and stared into Randy's orbs. She studied him for a brief moment. She wasn't sure what she was looking for but she needed an answer. "I thought you said you didn't want ass."

"No, I didn't say that." He quickly answered. "I said I wanted more ass."

"And you flew my ass all the way to Vegas to get more ass?"

Randy's eyes shot up. Ayanna was causing him more frustration than what he was used to dealing with. No pussy is worth all of this shit. "No…"

"Then, why are you doing this?"

"Woman, have you thought about the reason I'm doing all of this is because I want to?"

Ayanna's lips pursed to an "O" shape. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." Randy smiled.

Ayanna walked around the suite. She danced her fingers along the sofas and whatever else in reach. "One last question…"

"Yeah?"

She walked over to Randy. She closed her eyes and calmed her mind. She was waiting for Randy to reject her. "Can you give me what I want?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Look at me, Ayanna."

Ayanna clenched her eyes together. "No."

"Why?"

"Because if I open my eyes, you might hurt me."

"Ayanna, I didn't fly you all the way to Vegas to dump you."

The sudden admission made Ayanna open her eyes. "You didn't?"

"We have to be together first." Randy smiled. He then nodded to the sunrise. "Turn around. I don't want you to miss this."

Ayanna quickly turned around. Feeling Randy's arms securely wrapped around her, she leaned back into his chest. On the balcony of their suite, the pair watched the sun rise over Vegas. "It's beautiful, Randy."

"It is." Randy quickly glanced at his watch. If they left now, they would make it back to Orange County just in time for them both to go straight to work. "We need to head back now." He began to leave until Ayanna grabbed him. "Yes?"

She pulled him close to her body. She began to unbutton his shirt. Her hands smoothed over his hard abs and hardened pectorals. She lightly kissed his chest as low moans emitted from Randy's throat. Ayanna looked up at Randy as she moved her hands down to his belt buckle. Ayanna wasn't sure if she could still trust Randy. But if all she had was that one night, she wanted to make it worthwhile. "Can't we call in sick today?" She whispered.

Randy got out his cell phone and flipped it open. He speed-dialed Dave's office and got his voicemail. "Hey, Dave. Me and Ayanna aren't coming in today. We went out last night and got a really bad case of food poisoning." Randy's eyes lowered to Ayanna slowly getting on her knees. "Yeah, we'll try to make in tomorrow."