Chapter 1.
It was only nearing 10 in the evening but Kelly Anderson had already settled in for the night. As a writer for the Raw brand of WWE time off was a true luxury. So when Stephanie McMahon-Levesque had told her to take the night of she jumped at the chance for a little relaxation and an early night. Wonder why she gave me the night off? Must be pregnancy hormones. If it is Hunter should make damn sure she spends the rest of her live with child.
She took a long bath, filled to the brim with Vanilla bubbles, pulled on the big fluffy robe that the hotel provided and was just getting ready to settle in for a night of superficial indulgence in front of the television, when a loud knock at the door pulled her from her plans.
Figuring it was the chocolate fudge cake that she had ordered she trudged to the door with her purse in her hand, ready to give the bell boy a bigger tip than she usually would. Hey, if Stephanie can be generous then so can I.
Opening the door she smiled, "That was quick-," before cutting off at the sight in front of her.
"Not particularly," the man smirked, leaning in the door jam, effortlessly looking like he just stepped off of a GQ magazine cover "It was about sixty days, give or take a few."
Her jaw dropped. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Well it's sure good to see you too, sweetheart. Honestly if that's how you treat your friends you'll end up a very lonely old woman."
Recovering from the shock she smirked right back at him. "Which motherfucker has been spreading the rumors that we're friends? Because whoever it is has just booked themselves a seriously embarrassing angle. I'm thinking necrophilia or maybe a pregnancy angle, what do you think?"
"So basically any shit that's been planned for Kane is gonna go to the stupid bastard spreading the rumors that good girl Kelly is friends with the bad boy of the locker room."
"Yeah, pretty much."
He laughed for a moment before giving her a charming smile, "So, are you going to invite me in or are we waiting for the grass to grow?"
Rolling her eyes Kelly opened the door wide enough for him to enter before closing it with a snap. He walked smoothly and dumped his bag near the door before flopping onto her bed and smirking at her.
"So why are you here?" She asked, following his stride to her bed and sitting on the end. "Doesn't a suspension mean that you aren't wanted around?" She winked at him, "Take a hint, Orton, you aren't welcome."
"Ah, sweet little Kelly." He propped himself up on the pillows. "Are you so insignificant in this corporate machine that we call our industry that you didn't hear the news. I'm back. And on Raw as it happens."
She sighed remembering her conversation with Stephanie right before being dismissed for the night. Vince had decided that due to good reports from the Therapy group in Georgia Randy Orton's suspension was to be lifted a few days before it ran its course and that upon his return he was coming back to Raw. Kelly had been surprised that he was pulled from SmackDown, especially when you consider the hits that the roster had taken and she thought that a young star like Randy would have been better remaining on the blue brand compared to the very much stacked Raw. When she had suggested as much to Stephanie the older woman agreed but said it was what Vince wants.
"Ha ha, oh Legend Killer. I heard I was just really hoping it wasn't true."
"Well I hate to disappoint you but here I am. Feel free to," he paused and threw his arms up into the air in his pose, "admire."
"I'll admire you from the back as you're walking away. Now go."
"Well that's just charming, I save you from your boring little life for a night and all I get is abuse and my marching orders. I don't know why I take this shit."
"So don't," she smiled, "You're welcome to fuck off anytime."
"Sorry, sweetheart. Can't do that I don't have anywhere to go."
"What? What do you mean you don't have anywhere to go?"
"Well as soon as Vince called I jumped on the first plane here and didn't really think about the hotel situation until I got here…funny huh?"
"No."
"No I don't really see the funny side either," he agreed with a shrug. "Ah well, no harm done. I just need to crash with you tonight."
"Again, no. You can't stay here, stay with one of the guys."
"That's a bad idea." he said settling himself back into the pillows. "Vince wants to make damn sure that my early return doesn't leak onto the internet so I'm not supposed to talk to people…unless they already know I'm here. If I go to one of the guys then it's more likely to get out than if I stay here. So you see," he looked her in the eye and smirked at her again, "you're stuck with me."
"How did you know I knew you were coming back?"
"I just figured. You're Steph's favorite, it made sense she told you."
"I'm not her favorite," she protested, though she couldn't stop the slight blush at the thought of her boss liking her. Stephanie McMahon-Levesque was a very powerful woman and the giddy school girl in her liked being connected to that.
"Yeah you are, don't argue." He looked at her hard for a second before saying off-handedly, "You're cute when you blush." Then he shrugged, regaining his train of thought. "Anyway, I need to sleep here." He pouted, "You wouldn't want me on the streets, would you?"
The streets? No. The hallway? That works for me! "No but you still can't stay here."
"Why not?" He continued to pout at her.
"Just…because!"
"Why? I mean it's not like…oh my God." He smiled widely at her at his eyes lit up. "Are you expecting someone?"
"What? No of course I'm not. Don't be ridiculous!" She stood up and protested.
"You are, aren't you?" He stood as well; greatly amused by it all and the blush on her face just heightened it. "Is that who you thought I was when you opened the door? You thought a man had come to service you."
"I don't have a man!"
He moved closer and started to poke her sides. "Is it finally happening? Is little Kel Kel going to have her cherry popped?"
"Hey! I'm not a virgin."
"Maybe not but I reckon it's been a while. Maybe you've healed."
"You sick, motherfucker! Get out!" Her protest went mostly unheard as his poking turned to full on tickling.
"Come on, Kel, who is it? Is it a guy from the locker room?" He laughed and pushed her onto the bed. "Is it Cena? He's always thought you were cute. Ooh, Carlito? Mr. Colon likes blondes, you know?"
"Orton, please." Kelly gasped between laughs, "Stop it! I'm begging you!"
"Not until you tell me who's gonna be screwing you later tonight!"
"I told you there's no one! Please stop it."
"Say the magic words."
"I already said please!"
"Please?" He laughed and started tickling even harder before changing tactics. He pinned her down completely and loomed over her, "Girl, this isn't pre-school. Please won't get you anywhere where in the real world. What are the real magic words?"
Her pride would normally dictate that she doesn't say it but she had laughed so hard she had a stitch and his firm grip told her she wasn't going anywhere. "Randy Orton is the hottest guy on the planet."
In the past that had worked, but not tonight.
"Planet? Sorry Kel but I've been working out like crazy since I've been off. The planet just isn't big enough. Try again."
"What's bigger than the planet?"
"Fuck me, princess, did you not do science in school? The place the planets in?"
"Oh, the solar system."
"Very good, now put it all together."
She was about to answer him but there was a crisp knock at the door. Randy looked over at it before looking back at her with a devilish tint in his eyes.
"You told me that you weren't expecting anyone? You said no one would be servicing you. Did you lie to me little Kelly?"
"No I didn't it's my-," she was cut of by Orton's shout.
"Who is it?"
"Room service," the voice on the other side said."
"Oh I bet it is." Randy chuckled but didn't let her get up from her place beneath him. "What are you here for?
"Miss Anderson placed an order!"
He chuckled lowly again before looking at her expectantly.
"Orton, let me get up!" If this asshole makes me lose my fudge cake then we're going to have a real problem.
"Not until you say that I'm the hottest guy in the solar system." He gave her a cheeky grin. "She'll be with you in a sec," he called back to the man outside.
"Fucker, let me get up!" She struggled against him but he seemed to be enjoying it and continued to coax her.
"Come on, sweetheart. Tell me how hot I am."
She struggled some more before sighing. Fuck it; my need for cake far outweighs my need for pride. "Randy Orton is the hottest guy in the Solar system."
He smiled and eased up on her, "Stop it, you're gonna make me blush."
She pulled a face at him and stood, quickly tightening her robe as she walked to the door. She took a few notes out of her purse and opened door, letting in the bell boy who looked disgruntled at being left waiting but perked up at the green paper in her hands.
"Here you are Miss Anderson. Chocolate fudge cake, as you requested."
She gave her thanks and handed him the bills and he started waffling on about being right at her service if she needed him. Ushering him out the door she turned to Randy who was looking at the cake and frowning, as though it had offended him in some way.
"Are you telling me that this…thing is why you're kicking me out of your room? I'm being pushed aside in favor of something that'll spend a moment on you lips, and a lifetime on your hips!"
"Fuck, you're such a woman." She laughed, "And to answer your question, yes you are being pushed out in favor of cake. Now get going, I've got re-runs to watch."
He looked at her, his pout back in place and watched her settle into the king size bed and stick her fork into the cake. He let out a slight whine to try to get her attention but she ignored him and focused on the TV.
"So I'll just go then." He finally said indignantly. He let out another whine and sounded a little like a wounded animal before continuing. "You've sent me out of here and now I'll have to sleep on the streets!"
"I'll pray for you," she said carelessly, still not looking at him.
"Well you should. You might never see me again. I could get murdered for my Rolex and for being so damn pretty."
"I'll be sure to go to your funeral."
He huffed. "I'll go to my death now." He took baby steps to the door and as slowly as humanly possible picked up his bag before turning back to her. "If I die," he sniffed dramatically, "my bloods on your hands!"
"Orton," she said eventually pulling up the other corner of the duvet. "If you dare feel me up during the night I'll kill you."
Dropping his bag he bounced happily to the bed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Good girl, I knew you loved me too much to leave me hanging."
"Yeah, whatever. But like I said you keep your hands to yourself."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. These babies," he said looking at his hands, "are all mine tonight."
"Oh, motherfucker, no! You are NOT jerking off when sharing a bed with me! It isn't happening!"
He laughed. "Why do you have to be so stuck up all the time?"
"I'm not stuck up but I swear to God, If I wake up splattered with some of Randy Orton's goods I'll convince Vince that the Legend Killer would like a new gimmick. One where he falls in love with the boss and follows him around like a spandex wearing puppy!"
He laughed again but held his hands up in defense. "I'll be good. I promise." He picked his bag back up and headed towards the bathroom for a shower. "By the way, remind me to fuck you some time. Because you need to loosen up!"
As he closed the door she threw her fork at it, "Arrogant asshole!"
He smiled; looking in the mirror, "she wants me."