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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 7

"Two pair, aces and 10's." Randy said smugly as he laid down his cards onto the table. Randy, Dave and Paige were sitting in Randy and Dave's hotel room playing poker. Dave had just laid down a pair of jacks and Randy thought he had won for sure. "Finally, back on track." He said, referring to the past couple of hands he had lost.

"Ah, ah, ah." Paige said swatting his hand away from the pile of money he was about to take. "Not so fast." She said and laid down her cards; a hand full of clubs. Her flush clearly beat his two pair.

"You're kidding." Randy said and couldn't help but smile. He wanted to hate her but how can he not like a girl that can kick his butt at poker.

"The cards don't lie." She said happily as she gathered up the money she won.

"Where did you learn how to play poker so well?" Dave asked as he stood up to refill his glass of water. Paige had won the past few hands and was kicking their butts.

"The Cena's have annual poker tournaments and one year, I asked them to teach me and they did." She said with a small smile.

"They created a monster." Randy said good naturedly and she laughed. She was glad Randy seemed to be warming up to her.

"Nah," She said once she contained her laughter. "I'm not that good; you guys just really suck."

"Excuse me?" Dave asked trying to keep a straight face.

"I believe she just insulted us Dave." Randy said, standing up and cracking his knuckles.

"No, no, you must have heard me wrong." She said, also standing up, trying to back away from the men.

"Oh?" Dave asked as the men slowly stalked her.

"Yeah, I said that I'm not that good and that you guys must be having an off day." She tried to cover up as she stood on the couch in an effort to get away from them.

"Mmhm, I'm sure that's it." Randy said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you said we suck." Dave said, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh no! I would never say that!" She said and laughed.

"Nobody likes a liar." Randy said and moved his hands to grab her. She squealed when he hurled her over his shoulder and started walking toward the door.

"Put me down!" She said seriously, though was still unable to hold in her giggles.

"Throw her in the pool!" Dave yelled from the door of the hotel door as the two were making their way down the hall.

Randy chuckled and nodded, that was a good idea.

"Randy! Do not throw me in the pool!" She said, now very serious. She wasn't dressed to swim. And she certainly wasn't dressed to be hanging over someone's shoulder she thought as she tried her best to hold her skirt down to cover herself.

Randy said nothing and stepped into the elevator, hitting a button. "Where are you taking me?"

"Nowhere, clam down." He said, lifting a hand to smack her ass.

"Hey, watch it bud!" She said as she took one hand off her skirt to smack his head before putting it back. They exited the elevator with her kicking her legs, hoping to get someone's attention, but no one said anything. They entered a room and once she was inside, the smell of chlorine hit her nose. "Randy! No!"

"But, I mean, you said we suck. I can't let you get away with that." He said as he walked closer to the edge of the pool.

"No! You guys don't suck, you're really good." She pleaded.

"What was that?" Randy asked, just to make sure.

"You guys are really good poker players." She all but screamed.

Randy chuckled and slid Paige down his body, setting her feet on the ground. "Alright, your free." He said tried to take a step away from the pool but she put her hand on his chest.

"You're really funny." She said sarcastically.

"I know." He stated smugly and took a step away from her, but it was inadvertently closer to the edge of the pool and Paige took the opportunity to ram her hands against his side and pushed him into the pool. It was a good thing the indoor pool was abandoned or else they would have gotten hit with a big splash.

Paige could not stop laughing and bent over to control herself. Randy came up and spit out a mouthful of water. He ran a hand through his now soaked hair and blinked a couple of times to get the water out of his eyes. "You," He said as he swam closer to the edge of the pool. "are so dead." Paige screamed as he pushed himself out of the pool and she took off running. She ran as fast as she could around the perimeter of the pool, almost slipping a few times, but she regained her balance. They ran around a few times with Randy yelling out threats to her and soon she got slower and was out of breath. Randy caught up to her and swung her up into arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Randy, No! I'm sorry." She said as she looked down at the water below her.

"Payback is a bitch." Randy said with a laugh as he turned around and fell backwards into the water as Paige squealed and held on tight to Randy. They resurfaced quickly, Randy laughing as he watched her spit water out of her mouth with her eyes closed tight. Finally her eyes opened and Randy smiled as he watched water droplets drop from her eyelashes to her cheek.

"I hope your happy." She said angrily, though her eyes shone with happiness and her smile told a different story than her voice.

He beamed smugly. "I am. Now we're even." They swam to the steps and Randy gestured for Paige to get out first. She made sure to pull her skirt down so it wasn't bunched around her waist before she climbed up the steps. She watched as Randy got out, his damp jeans sagging, showing his black boxer briefs and his t-shirt clinging to his skin. "I'll get some towels." He said as he walked to the other side of the room. She pulled her t-shirt out, away from her skin because it was also clinging to her skin. Randy walked back over with a few towels and took in Paige's wet skin, clothes and hair.

"I'm glad we weren't wearing shoes. Those would have been a bitch to dry." She said with a laugh as she grabbed one of the towels.

Randy laughed too. "Yeah, they would've been." He said, toweling himself off. "I think I'm going take these off so I don't drip all over the hotel." He said and pulled off his shirt. Paige had to turn away so she didn't swoon. She didn't think she could look at his bare, toned, dripping wet chest without jumping him. He pulled off his jeans too and she thanked God that he wrapped his towel around his waist and was quickly drying his chest and arms with another towel. "Do you want to take your clothes off too so we can throw them in the dryer?"

"Excuse me?" She asked shaking her head. She hadn't been listening, she'd been watching the towel trail his skin. He repeated his question and she nodded. "Turn around." She barked at him and he laughed but turned around.

"Yes ma'am." He said, turning around and toweling off his hair. She quickly peeled off her shirt and slid down her skirt. She wrapped her towel around herself, making sure it was secure.

"Ok, you can turn around." She said and he turned around and outstretched his hand so she would hand over her clothes. After she did, they started walking out of the pool area.

"I peeked." Randy said as they were walking to the complimentary washing room in the hotel.

"Huh?" She asked, still clutching the towel to herself with one hand while the other tried to comb through any tangles she had in her hair.

"While you were changing back there, I peeked." He said looking down at her with a smile.

"You did not." She said knowingly. She had been watching the back of his head for any movement.

"No, but I really should've." He said as he slowly trailed his eyes from her face to her toes. It sent shivers down her back and a blush to her face and she silently cheered when they approached the washing room. They threw their clothes into the dryer before making their way back upstairs. Dave was sitting on the couch watching TV when they got back and he burst out laughing when he saw them.

"Go for a little swim?" He asked, still laughing.

"Yeah, I should go back to my room to change." Paige said making a move for the door.

"Don't bother, I went over there while you guys were gone. It's still locked." Dave said as his laughter quieted down.

"Well maybe it's not John and there's something wrong with the door. I should go to the front desk."

"Well, you can if you want but I'd suggest you take a shower and change first." Randy said, looking so sexy with a towel wrapped around his waist and his chest bare.

"Well I can't do that if my room's locked shut." She reasoned.

"I'll loan you some clothes. They'll be big, but it will do." Randy said and she shrugged. She followed him into the bathroom where he started the shower for her. She closed the door behind her as he left and waited for him to return with some clothes. He knocked, she opened the door and thanked him when he handed her some clothes. She set them on the counter before shedding herself of the towel and underwear. She climbed into the shower, making sure not to take too long so Randy could still use some hot water, but also made sure to get all the chlorine from her body. When she was done, she wrapped a fresh towel around her body and blow dried her underwear so it wasn't soaking wet when she put it on. She dried her hair a little so it didn't look completely ridiculous then she put on the black basketball shorts that went to mid calf and were sagging like crazy and a gray t-shirt that was about three sizes too big for her body. She laughed at her reflection and left the room.