"Jen, meet Randy "The Viper" Orton.. Randy.. Jenna DiBiase", Ted introduced me to the final guy in the hall. Wanting to get it over with, I stuck my hand out for him to shake, just like I had done with the other 7 or so guys that had been introduced to me that night. I had to tilt my head back to look up at his face. His figure was very tall, very dark and impeccably handsome. Usually guys with a shaven head would have sent me packing, but there was something about him. Something about the way he held himself, and something about the way he looked at me, intriguingly. His jawline was perfectly defined by the light, and his pecks were bursting through that black t-shirt he was wearing.
"Jenna.. it's a pleasure", Randy smirked, his eyes darting to my chest as he pulled my hand up to plant a soft kiss. Inside, I was giggling like a little girl, but on the outside, my cheeks had flushed a bright red signalling my embarassment at the situation.
"Right, everyone in the living room..", Ted shouted, interrupting my staring down session with Randy. I jumped on the spot, then realising the situation had just gotten freakishly awkward as we both stood there.
"I'm.. gonna.. go get a drink", I spoke up above the noise of the rest of the gang moving from the hall to the living room. Ted followed them in and I reacted quickly, almost sprinting into the kitchen to retrieve that wine that Kristen had left on the counter earlier. Chugging down the red, the nerves seemed to flush away until I felt the need to cough and splutter. I coughed the contents of my mouth over the stainless steel sink, realising I had to cool it on the alcohol. Regardless, I picked the bottle from the side and chugged down the remainder.
"Ahem", I heard a cough interrupt me as I planted the practically dropless bottle on the counter. I turned to see who had caught me.
"Oh.. er.. hey", I waved, innocently, trying to play the 'cool' card. He smirked, slowly walking towards me. I realised then this is where he'd got his name from. The Viper. He stared down at me like I was his prey, biting his lip as if he'd seen something delicious that he could sink his teeth into.
"Hey.. is that all I get?", He pouted, mockingly. I furrowed my eyebrows, still not understanding his purpose for being in the kitchen with me.
"What exactly were you hoping for?", I raised an eyebrow. The alcohol had started to take effect and I knew from now onwards it would get slightly worse with time. I backed into the corner of the counter, unknowing of what to do. I wanted to stay so badly, to see what he was feeling. But, I'd known him five minutes. Wrong couldn't be more right.
"I see you're a wine drinker...", He spoke, moving closer to me and reaching his arm behind my body to pick up the empty bottle. I felt his arm brush mine as he did so, creating goosebumps as I felt his warm skin on mine.
"Uhm.. not really. Just something to calm the nerves, I guess", I shone him a small smile. I leant as far back on the counter as I could. Mr Viper was moving closer and closer, and inside, I wanted him to speed things up. I was almost urging him on, inside, to hurry up and catch me as his prey. To devour me.
"The nerves? Why.. would you.. be nervous?", He seemed shocked, as if I couldn't panic.
"I don't know.. I guess.. you kinda make me nervous, I suppose..", I admitted, trying not to make eye contact. Randy swiftly pulled me to his body by my waist, sending my heart beat into a frenzy. I took a few, hopefully quiet, deep breaths. He pulled me ever so closer, and I could feel his muscles contracting against my skin through his shirt. His breathing was heavy, but nowhere near as heavy as mine.
"I'm going to show you something that will tackle those nerves...", Randy grinned down at me, those sensual blue orbs penetrating me. He moved his hand up to my chin, cupping it in his huge paw. I felt so small next to him, and so vulnerable. His hand reached over my head and pulled my hair over one shoulder, exposing my neck. I closed my eyes, wondering what I had got myself into. Wondering whether he was really going to help me beat the nerves. I was panicking, and my sweaty palms were there as proof. I felt him tilt my head to the side, and the warmth of his fingers as he pushed the strap of my vest down, to fully expose my neck area. I gulped, unprepared and completely unaware of what could happen.
He began to breathe down my neck, and I had to bite my lip to stop a moan from escaping. The adrenaline in my body was pumping, and my heart began to beat harder. Before I could control the feeling of his breath on my skin, he had planted his lips on the curve of my neck. This time, I couldn't hold it back. With my back arched, pressing me against Randy, a moan fell from my lips, filling the entire kitchen.
Randy stopped kissing my neck, smiling in success. I had been defenseless to the Viper's tongue. And it felt absolutely fantastic.