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***A/N -- HAPPY WRESTLEMANIA, EVERYONE!!! I wanted to post this earlier in the week then decided to wait. I wanted to see what happened in the days leading up to the biggest night of them all. I hope you enjoy this first installment of the Wrestlemania weekend!!! ***

March 26th --the Friday before Wrestlemania – The Oasis Resort and Spa

"What do you think?" Randy's voice held a hint of amusement as he watched Claire stare in awe at the sprawling building before them. The extended weekend leading up to 'Mania was the perfect excuse to allow himself to splurge. He had every intention of using the weekend to show Claire just how much he loved her. Every detail, from the perfect hotel, to romantic dinners, had been carefully selected. He hadn't asked the price of anything. He wasn't going to pinch pennies when it came to giving Claire what she deserved. Now, here they were, standing in front of one of the best five-star hotels in Phoenix. He watched as Claire slowly pulled off her sunglasses and took a better look at the natural stone facade. Just the look on her face was worth every single cent.

"Are you serious?" Claire glanced quickly at him before her eyes returned to the massive building.

Randy nodded even though Claire wasn't looking at him. He took her hand and led her inside. Claire's steps slowed as they entered. She'd never seen such understated luxury. She felt as if she had stepped into another time, an all-together different place. She turned in a slow circle, taking in every single detail. The walls were the same natural stone as the outside, as were the floors. Plush leather furniture formed a semi-circle just in front of what she assumed was the check-in desk. Randy bit back a smile as he left Claire standing in the center of the room. He moved to the counter and pulled out his wallet. The uniformed man standing on the other side of the counter looked up as he approached and smiled.

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to The Oasis. Are you ready to check in?" Randy glanced at the man's name tag, which showed his name to be Daniel, and nodded. He pulled out his Centurion American Express credit card and slid it across the counter. Daniel's eyes widened as he quickly picked up the square of black plastic. He had been working at the luxurious hotel for a little over three years and could count the number of times he'd seen such a card on one hand. The exclusive card was the mark of a man who had made his way in the world. His eyes moved from the card to the man standing across the counter.

"I see you have booked the Valencia suite. Is there anything else you'll be needing?" Daniel swallowed hard again as he handed the hotel's Special Services brochure to Randy.

Randy studied it for a moment before handing it back, "I'll take this package, too." Daniel's brow shot up as he looked at the selection. Apparently Mr. Orton was in the mood for romance. The package he picked out included an in-room massage, a bottle of their best champagne and the hotel's specialty; chocolate dipped strawberries. Daniel's gaze quickly shifted to the tall woman that had entered with the man standing in front of him. His eyes quickly returned to Randy as he tried to keep his professional calm. What a lucky bitch. He thought as he swallowed hard and forced himself to keep breathing. The man was absolutely scrumptious. From the top of his close cropped hair, to his highly polished shoes, the man looked good enough to eat. Once again, his eyes traveled over Randy's trim body. The dark, tattooed specimen of manliness was not his usual type but then again, variety was supposed to be the spice of life. Forcing back a sigh, Daniel quickly handed Randy back his credit card and two room keys.

"If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask for me." Daniel felt a small shiver as his fingers briefly connected with Randy's. Nodding once, Randy turned back to Claire. He was ready to get the hell out of the lobby. He hadn't missed the way Daniel looked at him as if he were a starving man that had found a moist cupcake. Wrapping an arm around Claire, he waited for the bellhop to collect their bags. He didn't release her until they were on the stone path that led away from the main section of the hotel. Letting go of a tight breath, he linked his fingers through Claire's. He watched as she drank in their surroundings in the late afternoon light. She paused for a moment beside the bubbling fountain before moving toward the entrance of their private villa. The low-slung villa sat a fair distance away from the main building. A semi-circle of tall plants obscured the doorway. Every feature was created to ensure privacy. The young bellhop opened the door and stepped aside to let them enter. He quickly placed their bags in the entry way and quietly closed the door as he left.

"Oh. My. God." Claire said as she suddenly lost her grip on her purse. It hit the stone floor with a soft thud she barely heard. She was too busy soaking in their surroundings. The room was a large, open space filled with perfectly sized pieces of antique furniture. The living area was larger than her bedroom at home. Randy laughed softly as he tugged her deeper into the room.

"Does that mean you like it?" Moving across the room, Randy opened a door which led into the bedroom. He arched a brow as he looked at the oversized bed that dominated the room. Hell yeah! Randy instantly had a hundred ideas of what he wanted to do to Claire in that spacious expanse. Good thing they were going to be here for a few days. He stepped aside and allowed Claire to enter. She took two steps into the room and stopped mid-stride. Her eyes couldn't move beyond the huge bed. It was nearly waist high and covered in a mountain of soft, fluffy pillows. The white comforter looked as if it had been fashioned out of clouds. A heated blush crept into her cheeks as she realized where Randy's thoughts must have wandered.

"This is too much." Claire forced the words out. She was just too stunned to speak more than those four simple words.

"Only the best for you, baby." Randy said softly as he closed the door behind him.

"It's too expensive." Claire couldn't even begin to guess how much this would cost. Just the thought of how much he was spending made her feel slightly ill.

"Let me worry about that." Randy pulled Claire against him and quickly pulled the clip from her hair, letting the dark waves tumble down her back.

"You shouldn't have." Randy shook his head to stop Claire's protest. He slowly slid his fingers into her hair. He watched her eyes lower as his fingers continued to stroke her scalp.

"I want to show you how much you mean to me." Randy said softly, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. "This is all for you."

Claire felt her heart swell with love at his gently spoken words. She knew he meant every single syllable. Randy was not the kind of man that would say something just to hear the sound of his own voice. Forcing her eyes to open, Claire looked into Randy's eyes. She could see so much of what he felt reflected there. "I don't know what to say."

"Say I love you." the half smiled that tugged at Randy's lips made Claire want to melt.

Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she molded herself to him, "I love you. So much."

Randy trailed his hands down the length of her back before pulling her tighter against him, "Say it again." No matter how often she said those very words, he would never get tired of hearing it.

Claire laughed softly as she ran her fingertips over his skull trimmed hair, "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Randy growled softly in the back of his throat as he claimed her lips with his own. He gently moved his lips over hers as his tongue dipped inside her parted lips to taste her. He pulled away slowly, his eyes still locked on hers. Slowly stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, Randy continued to stare down at Claire. It took every ounce of strength he had to regain control. He kept telling himself that there was no need to rush things. They had all the time in the world. He could be a patient man, when he had to be. Waiting to be with Claire was definitely something worth waiting for. Reluctantly, he moved slightly away from Claire. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets to keep himself from touching her. Slightly unsure what to make of the sudden distance Randy put between them, Claire trailed her fingers lightly over the comforter. Randy's blue eyes narrowed as her watched the movement. The muscle in his jaw ticked slightly as he watched. Sometimes she was just amazed by the amount of control the man had.

"So what's the plan?" Claire asked as she moved around the edge of the bed, her fingers still traveling along the edge of the comforter.

Randy was quiet for a long moment, his gaze locked on the path her fingers were taking, "Cody and Ted are meeting me here so we can go over the schedule."

Drawing her fingers over the rounded edge of a pillow, Claire looked at Randy's face. He was concentrating so hard on what she was doing that a small frown creased his brow, "Is that all?"

Claire heard his sharp intake of breath as the meaning of her words came to him. His nostrils flared slightly but his eyes never waved, "For tonight."

Arching a brow, Claire removed her hand and slowly slid it into the pocket of her slacks. Randy's gaze, however, stayed locked on the bed. She was really enjoying toying with him, "And tomorrow?"

His eyes suddenly focused on her face and Claire knew he was staring at her lips. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind what tomorrow would bring. What she didn't understand was why he wanted to wait. She sure as hell didn't. She was ready to be rid of her suddenly too restrictive clothes. The invitation to join her in the bed was on the tip of her tongue but she hesitated. If Randy wanted to wait, she would restrain herself. She knew he would greatly reward her patience.

Randy's answer was simple yet full of promise, "Just wait."

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