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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 8

"I'm gonna go talk to the front desk." Paige said as she walked out of the bathroom.

"If you can wait ten minutes for me to take a shower, I'll go with you." Randy volunteered, walking towards the bathroom door.

She shrugged. "Alright." She said. It was weird. Randy went from practically hating her to them being somewhat friends in less than a couple hours. She sat next to Dave who was reading the newspaper and pulled her legs up against her chest. "What'chya reading about?"

"Just the local news and sports." He replied, barely looking up he was so enthralled with the article he was reading.

She nodded. "Can I borrow the cartoons?" He laughed and nodded. He searched through the stack of paper before handing her a section. "Thank you very much." She took her time reading the cartoons, taking the time to silently chuckle to herself at the funny parts. It wasn't long before Randy walked out and she looked up. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him when she saw he had a small towel wrapped around his waist, stopping just above the knee and no shirt. She wanted to cry as she saw his chest wet with water and his hair dripping.

"Just have to get some clothes." He said with a smug smile as he saw her looking him over. She smiled and forced herself to look back down at the paper. He walked back into the bathroom and she sighed when she heard the door close. She ran a hand over her face; that man was hot. She heard Dave chuckle next to her and she looked up.

"What's so funny?" She asked, looking at the paper in his hands to see if it was something in the news.

"You." He said simply.

"What? Why?" She asked with a small smile tugging at her lips.

"You basically just eye raped Randy." He said and her eyes widened. Was she that obvious?

"I did not!" She exclaimed, slapping him on his arm.

"Please, it's so obvious." He said, looking back down at the newspaper. She shook her head at his ridiculousness and looked back down at her own paper.

"Alright, ready?" Randy asked a few minutes later when he emerged from the bathroom dressed in jeans and a black affliction t-shirt.

"Yeah" She said and waited as he slid on his running shoes. "Bye Dave." She said as she offered him a wave.

"Bye." He said, winking at her and she just chuckled and smiled. Paige and Randy made their way downstairs to the lobby and waited in line at the front desk for a couple minutes before it was their turn.

"Hi, I tried going to my room earlier and my keycard worked but the door wouldn't open. I think my roommate might have locked himself in, but I'm not sure." She said, not really knowing what she wanted the front desk person to do.

"Ok, well let me call the room and see if he answers." She said and Paige gave her the room number. She and Randy listened carefully to the conversation the women had on the phone. She was talking to someone so that was a good sign. She hung up the phone and smiled at them. "He said he is fine, he was just napping. He told me to tell you he's sorry about locking the door, he forgot and that he'll unlock it." Paige nodded and thanked the lady before walking away with Randy.

"So, you want to go back to your room?" Randy asked, pushing his hands in his pockets.

"Nah, it sounds like he wants to be by himself. Mind if I hang out with you guys some more?"

Surprisingly, Randy didn't mind, in fact he was a bit sad thinking about her leaving to go hang out with John. "No, not at all."

"Want to go get some food and bring it back to the room?" She asked as they made their way across the lobby. Randy nodded and they went into the restaurant, ordering some food to-go. They waited about twenty minutes and finally the hostess brought out their food and they made their way upstairs, back to the room where Dave was watching TV when they got back. He thanked them and they all sat down on the couch, Paige sitting between the two men, and turned on a movie. "What time do we have to be at the arena?"

"Like 5:30" Randy said, his eyes never leaving the TV. She glanced over at the clock and nodded.

"Alright, I think I'll leave in like a half hour so I have enough time to get ready." She said, pretty much to herself because the boys were so focused. She left at 5:00 and the boys only had enough time to reassure her they would see her at the arena before they had to focus their attention back on the TV.

When she got to her room, she noticed John was still sleeping. Seeing John laying face down on the bed, with the bed sheets only pulled up to his hips, and his bare back's ripped, incredibly toned muscles, made her shiver slightly. She grabbed some clothes and forced herself to turn away from John's naked back and go into the bathroom to get ready. She fixed her hair a little bit, throwing in a couple curls here and there and then applied some make up. She put on a fresh pair of bra and panties, throwing her old pair into her dirty laundry bag. She squeezed herself into some dark skinny jeans and slid on a magenta sleeveless chiffon button up top, bordered with trendy ruffles, a ruffled collar and a banded hem.

She walked out the bathroom and sat down on the side of John's bed. She shook him gently and whispered his name, hoping to wake him up. He didn't budge so she shoved him slightly harder and said his name a little louder. He slowly shook himself awake and looked at her confused. "Good Morning. Time to get up." She said, pulling the covers off his body, which she instantly regretted when she saw him just in boxers. "Oh." She said to herself and turned around, embarrassed. He was much more muscular than he was when they were going out ten years ago and she liked it.

John didn't notice and just squinted at the clock. "What time is it?"

"5:15, we need to leave soon." She said, walking over to her suitcase to distract herself until he got dressed.

John groaned and forced himself out of bed. He grabbed some clothes from his suitcase and locked himself in the bathroom. It didn't take him long to change. When he came out, she was still searching for some shoes to wear. John put on his shoes and walked over to his gym bag and began looking through it to make sure he had everything he needed. "Hey, sorry for locking you out today, I was just exhausted."

"Oh don't worry about it," She said as she walked to the bed with her shoes in hand. "It allowed me some time to get to know Randy and Dave."

"They occupied you? Good." John said, zipping up his bag. He watched as Paige put on fuchsia platform, 4.5 inch heel with wide patent leather straps crisscross atop a city sandal elevated by a wrapped heel with an adjustable heel strap and a buckle on the side. He shook his head in disbelief. "How do you wear those things?"

Paige laughed as she stood up and walked over to the closet, pulling out her black leather jacket. "Practice." She said and slid into her jacket. John just shook his head and walked to the door.

"Ready?" He asked, opening the door.

She nodded and grabbed her purse before walking past John, out the door.