A/N - I don't know what the fuck this is anymore so yeah...enjoy lol...

The sound of heels clacking against the ground didn't register in Randy's head as he continued to play with his lunch. Flakes of tuna and lettuce hung from the end of the dangling fork in his big hand. He was hungry but he wasn't. He was focused for the show tonight but yet distracted at the same time. This thing with Stephanie was driving him insane. Who the hell was he kidding? There was no thing with Stephanie. He was starting to think he had imagined what had happened between them last week. And really, what had actually happened? He had touched her cheek and then…..nothing. His stomach flipped nervously at the thought of seeing her again. Seven days. Exactly seven days had passed since he had seen her last. Monday's were coming to have a whole new meaning for him. It was the only day he got a chance to spend any time with her. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't hear the person calling his name until they lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Randy!"

"Sorry…yeah?" His blue eyes took in the petite woman standing before him. If he wasn't mistaken she was one of Stephanie's runners. His chest began to grow tight.

"Stephanie wants to see you in her office. I can show you if…."

"That's fine," he said already on his feet. "I know where I'm going." Randy left her standing in the dust as he quickly took off before realising what he was doing and slowing down. Jesus Christ. He was practically running down the hall. He had to get his shit together or people would start to catch on. Taking deep breaths, he walked at a normal pace, his expression calm, disinterested. The door was ajar when he arrived but he offered a polite knock before entering the room, subconsciously pushing the door closed as he stepped inside. The click of the lock echoed strangely between them as Stephanie looked up from her phone and caught his gaze. "Hey Steph."

"Randy."

He swallowed nervously. That was it? Randy? His feet took him further into the room so that they were standing facing one another. "You wanted to see me?"

"I did," Stephanie said simply. She had asked to see him although now that he was here she didn't know why. Or maybe she did? The thought sent a cold shiver down her spine. "Paul and my father were at a meeting this morning. They only just boarded the jet so it'll take them a while to get here."

Randy stared at her in confusion. Why was she telling him this? Why did he need to know that her husband wasn't in the building? If she were anybody else he would consider it an invitation. "Okay. So….what did you call me here for then?"

"I think you know." Stephanie cursed herself for even going through with this but last week had been engrained in her memory. She had to know. Maybe if he knew there was no possibility of Paul walking in on them he'd tell her the truth. God that sounded so sordid. Paul walking in on them. A deep pang of guilt almost made her lose her nerve. But she simply needed to know what this was and she couldn't do that with Paul in the vicinity or in her head. She pushed any and all thoughts of her husband away and focused on the man with her right now.

"Stephanie…" his voice trailed off. He couldn't believe this was happening. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"You seemed to think it was a good idea last week."

Her remark hit him like a ton of bricks. She knew. Fuck, she knew and she was confronting him about it. He was a fool to have expected anything less from her. Randy shook his head and sighed heavily. He had dreamed of this moment for months and now that it was finally happening the guilt and shame of actually doing something about it was too much for him to deal with. "Nothing happened last week."

"But you wanted it to."

"Yes, I wanted it to." His admission hung in the air like a sin at confession. His blue eyes were pained as he looked at her.

Stephanie felt her stomach churn. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Why was she even having this conversation with him? Why was she happy that he wanted something to happen between them? She didn't know what to think, she didn't know what to do.

"You have nothing to say?"

His question was expected yet she couldn't quite muster up an answer for him. "I don't know what to say. I….."

"Maybe you shouldn't say anything," he whispered as he took a step closer and brought his hand to her face. They were in the exact same position as last week only this time there wouldn't be an interruption. He scanned her eyes, searching desperately for…something….to tell him what to do. Permission? Rejection? But she just looked frozen, her eyes wide and expression neutral. Taking a chance, he dipped his head and ever so softly touched his lips to hers. The feeling was almost overwhelming. The fact that she didn't seem to be resisting only spurred him on and he pressed harder, his hands angling her head as his tongue flicked out to tease her lip. Her mouth opened and in an instant they were kissing deeply, tongues winding together and breathing heavily. Randy couldn't believe this was real but the feel of her hands stroking his neck was more than enough to make him believe. She was really here; she was really kissing him like this right now. They finally broke apart and he pulled away to find her standing there holding her fingers over her mouth.

Stephanie felt like crying. Her lips were still wet from his kiss. It both aroused and infuriated her at the same time. Her head was all over the place. She had just let another man kiss her and if she was being honest with herself, she had both enjoyed and wanted it. Her confused blue eyes met equally confused blue eyes and they both stared at each other, neither of them sure what to do next. The silence was deafening and felt like an eternity until the shrill ringing of a cell phone pierced the tense atmosphere in the room. Stephanie almost felt sick as her husband's name flashed across the screen. That was all it took for her to come to her senses. She ignored the call, unable to speak to him right now.

Randy didn't need her to tell him who the caller had been. The guilty expression was written all over her face and as Paul flashed through his mind, he too started to feel the guilt set in. He had just made out with his wife and the worst part about it all was that he would do it again in a heartbeat if she let him.

"I think you should go."

Her voice was nothing but a whisper and Randy's stomach clenched in fear. What did this mean? Did she want to see him again? He couldn't take it; he had to see her, to taste her again. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. "Don't…"

"Go, Randy. Just go."

She watched him turn and walk away, her heart sinking and tears beginning to well in her eyes. God she was a mess. What the hell was she doing? Over the course of the week she had accepted the fact that she was attracted to Randy. She was. She couldn't deny that. But why had she let that attraction become something physical? She had kissed him. She had let a man touch her intimately that was not her husband. Her gaze dropped to the sparkling rings on her left hand and a sharp pang engulfed her chest. Her cell phone began ringing again and all of a sudden she needed to hear Paul's voice. She accepted the call and brought the phone to her ear trying desperately not to sound like she was about to break down. "Hey."

"Hey. So I just got a call from the school, they're looking for us to come in sometime next week for a parent teacher thing. I thought I'd call so we can coordinate schedules."

Stephanie felt even worse at the mention of their children. Had she lost her fucking mind? She was married to an amazing man and they had three wonderful daughters together. Why had she let Randy Orton get to her, kiss her? "Uhhh…yeah….we can….I'll get the guys to run over our schedules and get a time where we're both free."

"You okay?"

A half smile tugged at her lips. Even over the phone he knew when something was wrong. It was because they had built a life together. He knew everything about her and she couldn't believe she had been stupid enough to jeopardise everything they had for a moment's madness. Never again. "I'm fine."

"You sure, baby?" Paul had the distinct feeling that his wife had been crying, or was on the verge of tears.

"I'm sure. Just get here soon."

"Steph, you're worrying me."

"I'm just having a bad day. The sooner we can go home tonight the better."

"Okay. Keep your head up, I'll be there soon. And I love you if it helps any."

She smiled and choked back the sob threatening to burst out of her raw throat. "It helps a lot. I love you too. Bye" And she meant it. She loved him with her heart and soul. This thing with Randy, whatever the hell it was, wasn't worth risking her family for. It had been a mistake; a stupid mistake born out of her vanity. It wouldn't happen again. And Paul would never know. She couldn't risk him beating the shit out of the so called 'face' of the company. And more than that, she couldn't bear to see the look on his face if he ever found out.

Still standing outside the door, Randy clenched his fists in anger directed mostly at himself. This couldn't happen. He may have wanted it, Stephanie may have even wanted it, but too many people were set to get hurt. But as he walked dejectedly down the hall he knew in his heart that this wasn't going to go away, not when he could still feel her lips on his and the burning in his gut.