A/N - Apparently I've gone mad. Please don't hate me. Enjoy...if you can... o_O
WWE Network interviews. He was here to conduct interviews for the Network, nothing more, nothing less. It was just like any other time he had been called to Stamford. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. The truth was, an email had been circulated asking all talents to provide their availability for Network interviews in the coming months. Randy had jumped at the first opportunity he got to come here and he was ashamed to admit it had been a tactical decision. Today was Thursday and in particular, today was a NXT taping down in Florida. And that meant Paul wasn't here. The guilt ate him alive as he stood in the elevator thinking about how low such a move was; to wait until a man was physically out of the building, out of the fucking state, so he could make a move on his wife. Because that's the real reason he came here. Fuck the Network interviews. He didn't give a damn. He had gone to all this effort, he had researched taping dates and carefully selected this day because he knew he could be alone with Stephanie and if all went well, they'd be picking up right where they left off just a few days ago.
It was just coincidence that things had turned out the way they had. When he originally selected this day it was done purely because he wanted to see her. But things had changed. Randy felt like a son of a bitch for doing what he was doing but it simply didn't matter when he remembered the feel of her tongue in his mouth, her hands around his neck. He wanted it again. He needed it again. His desire was beginning to completely outweigh his sense of rationality. Because there was nothing rational about this. It was completely irrational. He was lusting after another man's wife and had made specific plans to manufacture a situation where they could be alone together.
After what felt like a lifetime, the door finally pinged and rather than getting out on the second floor where most of the creative and digital departments were located, Randy stepped on to the fourth floor, the executive floor, and walked with purpose to her office. He ignored the looks thrown his direction as he made his way across the large top floor of Titan Tower. For people who worked here every day some of them still seemed to get a little star struck. He'd find it amusing if it wasn't potentially so bothersome. Everybody here knew who he was which meant everybody here was a potential witness against him. Witnesses? Fuck, he was clearly losing his mind. He had to be to even be here in the first place. He just prayed she was in her office and that nobody important saw him otherwise it would raise some questions.
As he turned the corner his eyes glanced over a black nameplate on the wall he did not want to see. Paul Levesque. There it was, staring him in the face. If there was one thing that could reinstate some god damn sense into him right now it was Paul's name on the wall, boldly judging him and his cruel intentions. But rather than face the harsh reality of the situation, Randy simply kept walking. He couldn't afford to second guess himself, not when he had come this far. Another turn of the corner and this time he was greeted with just the nameplate he was looking for: Stephanie McMahon.
He anxiously pushed the door open to her outer office where two assistants were busy clacking away on their computers. Randy cleared his throat and smiled warmly at the young woman when she looked up.
"Ummmm, can I help you…Mister….Orton?"
She was obviously surprised to see him there and honestly, he was surprised at himself for having the balls to go through with this ridiculous plan. "Yeah, I'm here to see Stephanie. She here?"
"Is she expecting you?" the secretary asked in confusion as she ran her finger along the schedule of appointments for the day. Randy Orton was not on the list.
"She's not. But I'm here shooting some stuff for the network and I need to discuss a few things with her so I figured now is as good a time as any. Can I go inside?"
The woman glanced at her appointment schedule once again and nodded her head. Her boss's next meeting wasn't for another two hours. She remembered Stephanie had consciously left this time free to catch up on paperwork. She'd call through just to make sure she had time to meet with their unexpected visitor just in case. "I'll just call and let her know you're here…."
Randy shook his head and gave her his best smile. It seemed to do the trick when he saw her finger slowly slip off the intercom button on the phone. "That will just give her the chance to say no to me," he laughed, twisting reality to fit this fake situation he had created. "She's a busy woman, you know that. How about I just walk on in there and then she won't have a choice? You can even saw I scared you into doing it?" The secretary smiled sheepishly and set the phone back in its hold. "Thank you. Hey isn't it lunch time for you guys or something, anyway?" He directed the question to the other assistant on the other side of the room, hoping to get them to both go away for the time being. "She works you too hard, I'm telling ya." He played it casually, throwing the statement over his shoulder as he rapped lightly on the door and walked in before waiting for her to answer.
He shut the door behind him and flicked the lock all in one motion so it didn't sound suspicious. Randy swore he missed his calling in some form of espionage. It was frightening how good he was at this. But the cold and shocked expression he received as a welcome brought him crashing back down to reality.
"Randy? What the…." Stephanie couldn't believe he was standing in front of her right now. "What the hell are you doing here?" She stood up from her chair and moved from behind the desk, her heart was racing in her chest at the sight of him, at the thought of what he was doing here, at the fact that people no doubt saw him and where he was going. Not that it mattered. Nothing had happened and nothing would ever happen.
Her tone insinuated a degree of insanity and for a moment, Randy felt offended. After all, he had done all of this to see her. But then he remembered that his actions were fucking insane and it didn't seem to matter. Once again he shrugged it off and played it cool. "I'm here shooting stuff for the Network. I thought I'd pop in and say hello," he rhymed off the same spiel he had fed to the secretary outside and miraculously, it seemed to work one more time.
"Oh," Stephanie half relaxed. For a minute she actually thought he had flown all the way out here to see her. Now that she knew he hadn't, deep down she was actually surprised to admit that she was upset. No, she wasn't upset. Just confused. The last time she saw him she had kicked him out of her locker room after they had….kissed. God, she still couldn't believe that had even happened in the first place. And now here he was again, standing there looking at her like he was ready to throw her over the desk and have his way with her. The scary part about it all was that she honestly didn't know how to feel about it.
"So….." Randy trailed off, taking a step closer. "You busy today or…." This was so fucking lame. He had no idea how to do this. In the movies the guy always dropped some fancy line to get the act of infidelity to begin. It was different picking up a quick fuck for the night. He could do that in his sleep. No. This? He had no idea how this worked. He just knew that it had to work.
"It's been…..fine. Randy, what's going on? Why are you…" Stephanie's breath hitched in her throat as he took yet another step closer. Her eyes betrayed her as they began to wander. He was wearing jeans and a black Nike zip jacket, left open, displaying a plain white t-shirt underneath. And she knew what was underneath all of it. She saw it every week when he was in the ring. It had never meant a thing to her. Not until now.
Randy sighed heavily as he caught her gaze. "I don't know. Steph…I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered simply unable to control himself any longer. His hand reached out and cupped her face, delighting when she didn't push him away. From her actions he was starting to think she wanted this as much as he did. But when she covered his hand with her own and tugged it down, he felt his heart clamp tightly.
"This can't happen." Her voice was shaky and she tried to remove her hand from his but he didn't let her. Her blue eyes grew wide with indignation and she pulled harder, outraged that he would even try something like this but suddenly it was the least of her worries as she felt herself being pushed back quickly. Her feet flew across the room and before she knew it, her back had hit the wall and his lips had crashed down on hers. She struggled briefly, weakly, completely lost in the new sensations that were so unfamiliar to her. His touch felt strange but exciting. It was something new. It was something different. It was igniting a fire in her and at that moment Stephanie knew she was in trouble.
"I need you," he mumbled into her mouth. Randy couldn't believe this was happening as he pressed himself into her, crushing her against the wall. His hand dropped to her thigh and began bunching her skirt around her waist. A veil of pure ecstasy almost overwhelmed him at the thought that he was literally fingertips away from everything he ever wanted. His thick fingers plucked at her thong and he groaned at her visible shudder. She wanted it too. When he felt her legs spread at his touch it was all the invitation he needed. He pushed inside, two fingers burying into her warmth and making him grow so hard he thought he would burst.
Stephanie bit her lip to keep from crying out. She wasn't functioning properly. She wasn't thinking. How could she be when she was allowing this to happen? Had she no self control? She didn't dare look in the direction of her desk and the many family photographs she knew adorned the area. Randy's fingers curled inside her and the feeling pushed every and any thought but him out of her head. It simply felt too good to stop.