A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post this chapter. I've had some family issues and really have lost my love of writing for the moment. But I haven't given up. I've changed this chapter about 14 times. I just couldn't get it to do what I wanted it to, and I still can't. But, at least, it flows with the next chapter now.
Thank you for your patience.
Randy Orton stood in the middle of the hallway with his arms raised. He was due to go out in a matter of minutes, and now this was the last thing that had to be done. Looking down at the woman kneeling in front of him, he couldn't stop the smirk as her hand glided over his thigh. "Not too much this time. I don't wanna look like I been rolling around in Crisco."
It was the sound of a throat being cleared that made him look up from the precarious position he was in before a full fledged smile broke out. Parker walked toward this statuesque man and folded her arms across her chest. "So, is this what you do when I'm not around?"
With a nod, Randy flinched when the woman's hand touched the spot right under his groin. "Well, shit. Somebody had to do it. If you wanted the job you woulda been here earlier."
"You don't know what I wanna do." Parker walked over to Randy and poked him in the chest. God he looked good with oil on. Not so much that he looked like a grease monkey, but just enough to make every single muscle glisten. It was truly one of her favorite things about him. When he was at work, in those little ass trunks, all greased to perfection…oh the things that ran through her mind.
"You wanna grease me down?" Randy's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he bent close to Parker's ear. He the scent of her hair was as just as intoxicating to him as the pulse in the bend of her neck. Fuck having to work. He hadn't seen her in a week. He could go on a little later. "Cause we can go in one of them room back there, and you could definitely rub something wet all over my body."
With a disgusted sigh, Parker pushed Randy causing him to stumble over the woman now oiling his back. "I'm not rubbing anything on you."
"You say that shit now." Taking one arm around her waist, Randy pulled Parker to him and planted a hard kiss on her lips. He moved his head back an inch to look at her face and instantly stuck his chest out. "You were saying?"
What was she saying? Had she even been talking? She couldn't seem to remember at that point in time. "Huh?"
"Exactly." Randy turned his head and nodded at the woman as she put the lid on her jar of oil. "Alright. I gotta go. I'll see you in a few." Placing one more kiss on Parker's lips, Randy smirked at the mousey brunette standing behind him. "Thanks Daphne. Same time tomorrow?" He put his arm around Daphne's shoulder and walked with her down the hall toward the stage entrance.
Truth be told, there were three women in all that had the task of making sure the talent looked their best at all times, and Daphne was definitely Randy's favorite. She was a tiny little thing, about five feet tall and eighty pounds soaking wet. She had mousey brown hair that needed to be styled desperately and these horrible black rimmed glasses. But the one thing going for Daphne was her smile. It was beautiful. She definitely wasn't someone that anyone else on the roster would think twice about, but to Randy, she was fair game. Anything with breasts was. And if he wasn't with Parker more than likely he would gladly be telling her that.
Parker smiled as the smaller woman made her way down the hall with her man. She wondered if Randy could see the twinge of jealousy that shined in her eyes when Daphne's small arm came around Randy's waist. It was silly really. Randy had balls, but they weren't big enough to try to pick up another woman right in front of her. Were they?
She just needed to get used to this. Randy was surrounded by beautiful women everyday. He was even surrounded by "skinny-minis" that looked drowned rats. That didn't mean that he wanted them. Why would he have invited her there if he was interested in anyone else? He was happy. She was happy. This was what relationships were all about, right?
"I just gotta take a shower, then we'll go eat." Tucking his hair behind his ears, Jeff Hardy leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Avery's lips. "Gimme ten minutes."
Avery nodded her head and watched as Jeff walked away. Turning around to the snack table, she picked through the selection there. Not really hungry, she decided on a bag of chips and a bottle of water before taking a seat at the table in the middle of the room. She still couldn't get used to being backstage with the WWE, although she no longer found herself star struck. For the most part, the guys were cool, but the Divas…she still hadn't gotten used to them.
It was bad enough that most of those girls were beautiful, that is when they had all of their makeup caked on. But did they always have to walk around with super tight pants and little bra tops on? Jeff worked with women whose boobs were bigger than their heads. These chicks had jugs that seemed to sit up on their own, creating cleavage that would smother each and every one of them if they lowered their chins to their chests. How was it that they didn't fall over being so top heavy? This is what she had to contend with. "There is no way in hell I'm getting my tits that big." She said leaning over to Parker nodding toward Jillian Hall.
Parker rolled her eyes and continued to flip through her magazine. "If you're going to pay to get them, why not go all out?" Hoping that Avery could hear the sarcasm in her voice, she looked up and curled her lips at her best friend. "I think you should get ones like Candace."
"Hell no. Have you seen her pictures on the internet? They look horrible. They stick out on the sides, and her breast bone sticks out in the middle. She looks like a mutant chicken." Laughing at the image, Avery rested her chin on her palm. "I think I might go natural like Kelly Kelly, or Layla. They're stacked, but not all crazy looking."
"Yours are gonna look crazy, regardless. You don't have the frame for a big chest." Reaching over for Avery's bag of chips, Parker took a few and waited for the smart ass remark. "You're gonna end up with porno tits. You know the kind that stands up on end, even when you're lying down. Or they might slide back and show the imprint of the bag. Or they'll float in front of you when you get in the pool. Or worse they'll pop when Jeff gets on top of you! And he'll be all, 'Avery you sprung a leak.'"
"No he won't. Shut up, Parker." Avery pushed Parker's arm and shook her head as her friend laughed. "They're going to be perfect, and symmetrical. And Jeff's going to love them."
Raising her brow, Parker shook her head. She had tried everything from being supportive of Avery's current body, to telling her that breast implants were stupid. Nothing seemed to be working. "No. You know what's gonna happen? Matt will love them. You know how he loves those chicks with big fake tits. Lita…"
"That pit-bull faced Ashley and Velvet Sky…"
Parker turned on her chair to face Avery with a look of utter confusion on her face. "I thought she was Gregory Helm's girlfriend."
"You've seen the pictures on his MySpace page. I was over Jeff's one time and she was there, Matt was all over her." Dropping her head to the table, Avery cringed. "Oh God, my fake tits are going to make Matt Hardy love me. Maybe I shouldn't do it." She lifted her head, only to see Jeff standing at the door, smiling at Jillian before he looked over at her. "To hell with Matt. I want Jeff to have pillows to rest on, and fun bags to play with. Even if I do look like a mutant chicken."
The chatter of the restaurant created a gentle hum accented by the clicking of silverware on plates. It wasn't that crowded, possibly due to the time of night, but there were enough people there to make it feel warm and inviting. Jeff and Randy had never been there before, but the girls had. Well not to this one, exactly, but there was an M&S Grill in Harborplace, and a chain was a chain, no?
Parker didn't need to look at the menu. Every time she went to M&S Grill she always got the same thing: fresh garden salad, crab dip, crab cake platter and cherry cheese cake. It was her favorite, even if the crab cake platter was served with asparagus. Why in the hell they decided it was a good idea to serve asparagus with crab cakes, was beyond her. But she normally traded that nasty crap for Avery's fries. An even trade in her mind.
Sitting down her menu, Avery looked at Jeff and smiled. "I think I'm just going to get a salad." Since when? Avery usually ate just as much if not more than Parker, and now she going for a salad? First fake boobs, now a diet? What the hell was Avery doing? Jeff was already crazy about her, what was all of this shit?
Cutting her eye at Avery, and getting the stink face back, Parker shook her head. The hell with Avery and her salad. She was getting the crab cake platter and she didn't give a shit what Randy thought about it.
Avery's eyes cut over to the waitress approaching the table, and instantly her arms folded across her chest. It was bad enough that the uniform of a white shirt and black skirt had been altered to look like she was about to slide down a pole. But did she have to make those goo-goo eyes at Jeff? "I didn't know they were hiring Hooters girls these days." She said before lifting her glass to her lips.
Jeff's placed his hand on Avery's leg and gave it a light squeeze. "Be nice." He whispered close to her ear before kissing her cheek. He hadn't even noticed the waitress looking at him, but even he couldn't deny the way she bent at the waist and pushed her cleavage in Randy's face.
Parker should have been used to this. Women always seemed to be throwing themselves at Randy. Maybe it was the arrogant way he carried himself. He definitely presented those Alpha Male vibes. And normally she wouldn't mind. All types of women found him attractive. But there was something about this one that pissed her off.
She was cute. And that little giggle of hers was adorable. Randy wasn't much a shipper for that hair toss thing, especially around the bread on table. But, if she was willing to flirt, then he was willing to get free shit. "What do you recommend, sweetheart?" Randy smiled when she giggled at him using the term of endearment.
"I think the steak is pretty good. That is, unless you want some fish." She had the audacity to wink at him. In front of the two women who could have killed her with the looks on their faces alone.
Raising a brow, Randy smiled, before rubbing his hand across his chin. "That does sound tempting." He quickly stopped smiling though when he felt someone's foot connect with his shin.
"Well maybe I could tempt you one more time. I know it's against company policy, but you think I could get y'alls autographs?" Handing her pen and order pad toward Randy, the sluttiest and worst waitress in history, tossed her hair one more time and shoved her chest a little further in Randy's face.
"No, but you could take our order." Avery's mug broke down as she rolled her neck at the woman.
"Anywhere else you want me to sign?" He found himself laughing at her laugh, then sliding the pad over to Jeff and winked at the waitress. "Why don't you just order me whatever you think I'd like. Just make sure it's real good." He could have fucked her on the table just by the tone of his voice. He could tell by her face that her panties were getting wet. It was almost too easy. "I'm sayin', I gave you an autograph and everything. Hook me up." Randy happened to look over at Parker's face and noticed that look. He couldn't quite place it, but he had seen it a few times before. Like the night they were at the Pickled Parrot, and earlier in the hallway when he was getting oiled down. Is that what she looked like when she was jealous? If so, he thought she was really cute. "And make sure you hook my girl up, too."
Parker's eyes were already fixed on Randy in utter disbelief. But this wasn't the time or place to say anything. She wasn't Avery or anything, causing a scene wasn't her deal. "Crab cake platter." She was so pissed with way he was flirting that she forgot all about her crab dip. And she loved that crab dip.
But why was she so upset? Randy was a flirt. She knew that going in. But it wasn't the fact that he flirted, it was the kinds of women that he flirted with. And the fact that he did it differently with different women. With those pretty little things, like this skinny bitch in front of her, his tongue practically hung out of his mouth and he damn near bent over backward to be all up in their grill. With every other woman, he just turned on that perverse Orton charm. Was this the type of woman that he secretly wanted? It's not like he'd never been with this type before. And he certainly could have it again, if he chose.
If that's what he wanted, then why in the hell was he with Parker now?
Avery's gaze shifted between Parker's angry face and the disinterested look on the waitress's as she took the order. And then she noticed this bitch smiling and shit and Jeff as she took his order. "And I want the house salad with no croutons and your tits out of his face." Avery felt her chair scoot out from under the table on its own volition. Damn Jeff and his hand squeezing her thigh.
There was a sarcastic huff, and a hair toss before the waitress walked away. And of course all heads turned to face Randy Orton. "What? And who kicked me?"
"Can we go out once when you don't flirt with someone else?" Parker's face never changed as she addressed Randy. She could tell by the way his mouth opened and closed, looking for something intelligent to say, that he honestly didn't know what he had done wrong. She could normally get over it, but the revelation that he may actually prefer a skinny bitch to her, annoyed her to no end. "And you…" Turning to face Avery, she rolled her eyes. "If our food tastes like shit it's your fault."
"That bitch better not fuck with my food. If my food tastes like ass, I'm fucking her up. Then I'm fucking Randy up on principle." Avery felt her neck lean into Jeff's gentle massage, and suddenly wished that she could control her temper so that he didn't have to always calm her down.
"You're an asshole." How in the hell did Jeff get here? He didn't like drama. It wasn't his scene, but there he was hanging out with the guy that started the most drama on the planet and dating the one woman who would beat the drama out of anyone. This night was not supposed to end like this. "Can't we just have a nice dinner?"
Randy sat across the table completely in shock. Everyone was looking at him. "What did I do? I'm getting us free shit. It's all good." Although he sounded confident, judging from the look on Parker's face, he wasn't so sure.