-Sara's P.O.V.-
I woke up the next morning, tucked in bed, completely clothed. Randy must have gotten me dressed after I fell asleep. He's so sweet!
"Good morning, gorgeous." I heard his voice coming from the little table.
"Why are you all the way over there?" I asked him. He smiled and stood up. He plopped down next to me on the bed. I scooted closer to him and snuggled into his side.
"John called a while ago. He said he thinks we should come home today. He's getting worried about you," Randy said and chuckled.
"Ugh, he's so over protective," I groaned. I rolled onto my back and sat up.
"Only because he loves you so much. I'm the same way with my little sister." Randy propped himself up on his elbow. "Check out time is in 10 minutes, get your cute ass up." I laughed and rolled out of bed. I stood up and stretched. I turned to look at Randy, who had made himself comfortable and closed his eyes.
"No, no, no, no! If I have to get up, you do too." I crawled over to him and pushed him off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thump and he playfully glared at me.
"You're gonna pay for that," he said and got up on his knees, slowly, staring at me like his T.V. persona, that's nicknamed "The Viper". He balled his fists up and pounded on the side of the bed, just like he does in the ring. I saw pure sex. I couldn't help but feel really turned on.
"Come on!" He growled. I giggled and waited for him to straighten up. I tackled him, he landed on his back and I started tickling him. He was actually ticklish! He grinned and rolled us over. He returned my torture with that of his own and tickled me until I couldn't breathe.
"I give, I give!" I laughed. He stopped and looked at me.
"You are perfect."
"No where near as perfect as you, hun."
"Come on, let's get going." He helped me up and waited for me to put my shoes on. He picked up the bag he gotten for us yesterday and opened the door for me. He checked out while I waited in the truck.
As soon as we got home I was tackled in a hug by John. I screamed and my other brothers laughed, but made no move to help me.
"John you're fat, get off me!" I joked. He squeezed me and pulled me up.
"I missed you sissy!" he said like a 5 year old. All I could do was laugh. John finally detached from me and went to sit on the couch. I left to go up to my room to take a shower.
Two hours later it was 1 o'clock. I had my hair dried and straightened. I was dressed in a pair of dark blue, stone washed skinny jeans and a yellow tank top with a gray slouchy cardigan. I walked down stairs to find no one there. I checked the garage, just to see if the guys were playing pool or something. No one. I checked the kitchen, what was I thinking? They never make themselves food, except Dan. They were probably playing the Xbox… What nerds.
I did find them in the game room. John, Randy, Steve and Dan were playing Call of Duty - Black Ops. I laughed and shook my head at them. John was losing horribly, Steve and Dan were currently tied and Randy was winning. Oh god, I liked a nerd. I just shook my head and watched them play from the doorway.
"So, Randy man, why do like my sister?" Dan asked him inquisitively, when the match had ended.
"She's the most wonderful woman I've ever met." Randy stated simply with a shrug of his shoulders. They had not noticed I was watching so I stepped into the hall so I wasn't discovered as the conversation carried on.
"Why is she wonderful?" Steve asked.
"She sweet, funny, really smart, beautiful, caring, outgoing, everything I've ever wanted."
"Have you ever looked at her in Playboy?" John asked.
"I never even knew she existed until I saw her on the cover of one in the locker room. Even then, I never looked any further."
"Why didn't you?" Matt asked. Why were they interrogating him?
"I think Playboy, and other magazines like it, are for teenaged boys who can't keep it in their pants until they find someone they love." What was he talking about? He wasn't a virgin!
"Randy, are you a virgin?" John asked at the same time Sean did. I peeked into the door. I had to see the answer to believe it. Randy was blushing as he held his head down and twiddled his thumbs.
"No, but I'm not a man-whore."
"Who would've thought the viper was so sentimental?" John teased. Randy socked him in the arm and John yelped.
"Do you like that she's a Bunny?"
"Honestly, I hate it. She's so much smarter and more talented than that. I believe she could do anything she wanted."
"What do you think she wants to do?" Sean asked.
"I don't know. She said she loves her job, but I can see that she doesn't."
"How long do you think you'll stay with her?" Matt asked.
"As long as she'll let me," Randy answered.
"Do you love her?" John asked quietly. I plugged my ears, not wanting to hear the answer. I wanted to know it from him, be told by him if his feelings were the same. I jogged off to the kitchen to make myself some lunch. I made a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup. I sat at the table just as the guys all walked into the kitchen, they had probably smelled my food.
"Hey guys," I said. They all looked at me, each of them pouting. "No, wont work. Go make your own damn food, I'm hungry!" I protested, until Randy caught my eye. His blue eyes, damn them. They sparkled as he pouted with the rest of them. I pursed my lips together and sighed loudly in protest and defeat. "When I'm done, I'll make you fatties food." They all cheered and went to watch TV in the living room, except Randy. He stayed and sat with me while I ate.
"What would you be doing if you weren't a Bunny?" he asked suddenly.
"Uh, I don't know. Maybe a model."
"Something that doesn't involve a camera."
"Hmm, so difficult. Fine, I'd be an editor. I love reading, I'd be doing that all day long as an editor."
"What's the last book you read?"
"Hmm, the last book I read... Probably The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Amazing book. Have you ever read it? John told me you read a lot," I said.
"I haven't, yet. When I'm done with Atlas Shrugged, I will."
"Randy,"
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna come to my photo shoot tomorrow?" I asked after I finished my sandwich. He looked almost torn, like he wanted to say yes, but didn't want to seem perverted. "I'm not going to be naked, just so you know."
"Oh, okay then yeah I'll go."
"You seem relieved that I'm not going to be naked." I said and laughed.
"I didn't want to seem like a perv," he said and blushed. I rolled my eyes and chuckled as I got up to take care of my dishes.
The rest of the day was spent playing video games, relaxing and for Randy and I, packing for a weekend trip to the Mansion for a shoot. We caught a flight at about 2 a.m. We signed into the hotel immediately and fell asleep as soon as we got to the room. I woke up to the loud ringing of the telephone. Must have been the wake up call. I attempted to roll over to answer it, but Randy's arm restricted me to the space next to him. He was so warm, I didn't want to leave, but the phone was so loud and annoying.
"Randy, wake up." He just groaned and buried his head into the crook of my neck. "Randy, the phone is loud, you have to let go so I can answer it," I said and tried to release myself from his grip.
"But you're so warm and comfortable," he whined. He pulled me closer and nuzzled his face into my hair.
"I have to be there in 45 minutes. It'll take half an hour to get to the Mansion. Get your ass off me so I can hurry and wash my hair." He finally removed his arm, grunted and rolled over. I just shook my head and laughed at him and got up to take a quick shower. "Be awake and ready in 10 minutes." He groaned and mumbled something about me being pushy. I chuckled and left for the bathroom. I had my hair, body and face washed 7 minutes later. I brushed my teeth and hair and walked back out into the main space of the hotel room. Randy was still on the bed, dressed, but sleeping. "RANDY!" I yelled at him. I was a bit flustered, we had leave in about 2 minutes and he was still fucking sleeping.
"Geez, you could have asked if I was awake or not, which I was." He got up and walked into the bathroom with a toothbrush in hand. I felt sorta bad for yelling at him. He came out of the bathroom, looking a little upset.
"Randy, I'm sorry for yelling. It's just I cannot be late. Hef would have my ass on a plater. Especially with the photographer we have coming today. Hef's been trying to get him for years and I cannot ruin this." He smiled at me, almost as if he'd been amused by my apology.
"You know, I'm not mad, right?" He wrapped his artfully inked arms around my shoulders.
"You just looked upset. We have to go, Rand." He nodded and lead me to the rental car we had gotten from the airport last night. Randy scared me on the way there, I thought he would roll the car from driving so fast. We'd arrived at the Mansion 20 minutes later, I jumped out of the car kissing the ground.
"I didn't drive that fast," he said I whipped my head around to face him. "What?"
"That was at least a half an hour car ride, we were in the car for twenty minutes." He smiled at me and walked over to me and pulled me up to my feet.
"You are too beautiful to be on your knees." I blushed and led him inside the Mansion to where the shoot would be. I told him to sit in a chair, while I went and got my hair and make up done. Hef greeted me and handed me my outfit.
"Good luck out there kiddo," he said and smacked my ass as I walked away. I laughed and walked to a dressing room to change. I walked out, uncomfortable. The outfit was a little bit too small and showed more than had been expected. I walked out on to the set. The photographer looked at me, he looked like he was about to blow a gasket.
"Get her out of my sight. I can't work with her, Hef! She is huge, no. Make her leave now." I looked around, he wasn't talking about me, was he?
"Jean, she is one of our best. She's beautiful. Just try," Hef pleaded.
"No. I will not," he said and sat in his directors chair. I looked at him, I was pissed.
"Excuse me? Fat? I'm the smallest girl here, and I'm fat? Hef, this is your house. Are you going to let him talk to one of your girls like that?" Hef just looked at me as if there was nothing he could do. "Fine, you don't want to say anything? I will. I quit! I'm done with being told that I'm not beautiful! Finished! Don't ever think of calling me ever again." I walked to the dressing room, changed as fast as I could, I stalked through the Mansion and grabbed Randy's hand and dragged him behind me as I was on my was to the car.
"That's it?" he asked once I sat in the car.
"What?" I asked.
"You're just quiting?" he asked. I looked at him, he was facing me, concern evident on his face.
"I've been sick of how I was being treated by the photographers because I'm the youngest, least experienced Bunny. I'm fed up with it and now I'd like to go back to the hotel so we can get out shit and go to the arena tomorrow." Randy turned to face forward and started the car. He drove us back to the hotel, not speeding this time. Once we got back to the room I had been thinking about everything they'd done to me, I was so angry I flipped out. When the door closed I picked up a vase from the table and threw it as I screamed. I tossed a chair as if it weighed less than a feather, rage surged through my body. Randy wrapped me in his arms and didn't let go until I had stopped struggling to get away from him. I was so angry I didn't even notice I'd started crying. I continued crying until I fell asleep.
The next time I woke up I was on a plane, presumably on the way back home to West Newbury. I looked at the seat next to me, Randy was asleep. He looked concerned even while he slept. Then the day before came back to me. I'd quit my job. A tear escaped my eye and I turned to face the window. What was I going to do? I heard shuffling next to me. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I looked back at Randy, he had the same look in his eyes. He rested his forehead on mine as I shifted my body to face his. He pecked me on the lips and opened his eyes.
"Everything is going to be fine, baby. You can travel with me until you find a new job. John and I would love having you with us, all the time. I am even sure he wouldn't mind if we shared a bed." Randy smiled sweetly. His light blue eyes shined, almost as if they were silver.
"I'm so glad our vacations started at the same time."
"As am I," he said and stroked my cheek with his thumb. "You should get some sleep, it's late darling." I smiled at the pet name and flipped up the armrest so I could cuddle with him. As I was falling asleep he whispered something to me but I didn't quite catch what it was before I lost conscious thought.
-Randy's P.O.V-
I waited until I thought she was soundly asleep.
"Sara, you don't deserve to be treated like that. I wont ever sit back and let it happen again, I wont ever sit back and watch you get hurt because I love you. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone."
"She's lucky to have you," said a woman sitting across the aisle from me. I looked at her with a questioning look.
"Excuse me?" I asked, not understanding.
"She is lucky to have you, I'd give anything for my lug of a husband to care for me like you seem to for her. Although, it seems like she doesn't know, does she?" A man next to the woman, who I'm guessing was her husband playfully glared at her and grunted some comment about her never caring about anything he did. The woman smiled at me. "Tell her, before you possibly lose her to someone else. She's beautiful, anyone with a brain would try and steal her away." I smiled at her, knowing she was right. I'll tell her. Sometime soon... I stayed awake for the rest of the flight. I played with her hair, it was so soft, perfect. She was perfect.
The plane landed and she woke up. "Are we there?"
"Yeah, plane just landed." I looked up at the woman and she winked at me.
"What was that about?" Sara asked suspiciously.
"Just talked about something important," I told her and smiled. I stood up and grabbed our bags. We called a cab to go home.
-Sara's P.O.V-
I was so glad to be home. I plopped down on my bed. Randy dropped my bag off in my room, I thanked him and he kissed me before he left to go put his stuff in his temporary room. It was almost time for us to leave for the arena so I got up and fixed my makeup and my hair. Randy came to my door and knocked. I opened it.
"Time to go," he said while smiling. He loved his work. We drove to the arena and he went to see Vince, leaving me to go to John's locker room. It took me a while to find it. When I did I knocked on the door then opened it and saw no one inside. I sat on the couch, waiting for John to get here. I'd started thinking about how no one defended me at the Mansion. I began to get angry again. Just then John and a smaller man walked into the room,
"Oh, hey Sara. This is Matt Korklan, commonly known as Evan Bourne. What's wrong?" he asked as soon as he saw my face.
"I quit."
"Why?"
"The photographer called me fat and Hef said nothing, so I quit. I was treated like shit because I was the youngest, least experienced of all the Bunnies." John hugged me.
"I know what you need. You'll see what it is after the show."
