Book One: The Viper's Bite

Two

My knees nearly dropped from under me after I shut my door. I slid down, bracing my back against it, and fought the urge to scream. Holy fucking shit.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd come within a second of kissing Randy Orton. And I didn't. He came within a second of kissing me. I pulled off my hoodie and kicked off my shoes. My shirt was peeled over my head, my pants dropped near the foot of the bed. I reached into my suitcase and pulled out a giant Sheamus T-shirt, and some snoopy tights. My head was going in circles.

A knock at my door had me ambling back over, pulling it open. Damien stood there, his demeanor positively radiating with snide excitement. Immediately I tried to shut it on him, but he stuck one large arm in the way, pulled it open and cotinued to look down at me. "So, what was that?"

I knew this moment was coming, oh, how I knew. I was just hoping it wouldn't be tonight. I groaned, pulling my door only fractionally wider so that I could lean against the frame and look up at Damien. His eyes were tilteed up at the corners, and I could see him struggling to contain manly giggles. 

"Flirting with the legend killer... Isn't that a bit on the wild side for you?" Despite the fact he was right, why was he watching me? I hmphed and stuck my nose in the air. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a badass. I'll do what I want. And I wasn't actually flirting with him. He was... flirting with me."

Damien gave me a dubioous glance. "I  sense that he likes the way you melt into a puddle when you hear him speak. Guys usually go for that."

I glared at him. "I do not melt into a puddle. He's just... unsettling, that's all."

"He unsettles your libido, that's what."

I couldn't not laugh. It was funny, and blunt, and sadly, very true. "Well, he'd unsettle your libido too if he said your name in that husky whisper he does."

Sandow gave me the most condescending look in existance before clearing his throat. "Aaron," he murmured in a husky whisper, and again. He was clearly attempting to see how hot his name would be in a Randy Orton murmur. He shook his head and looked down at me. "I'll be honest, it doesn't do much for me. But I can see where you're going, I guess."

"Goodnight, Aaron." I stepped back and shut the door, only to hear him chuckle on the other side, then disappear down the hall.

I crawled into bed, shoving my hand up under the fluffy hotel pillow to fit my head. I drifted fitfully into dreams plagued sweetly by today's encounter.

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Hazily, a knock sounded at my door. I slid out of bed, and honestly, I fell to the floor. In no actual hurry, I trudged to the offending object. It was probably Sandow, here to warn me about my clumsy libido.

I giggled, and pulled open my door, only to see Randy Orton standing there clad in long plaid pajama pants and a white T-shirt. Clearly, I am dreaming.

"Sorry, I have a lot of dreams like this. I hate that you had to, uh, waste your time, but if I have this dream again I'll never get any sleep tonight, and tomorrow I'll just be sexually frustrated and embarrassed to look at the real you."

Dream Randy snorted, and pushed his way in, forcing me to step out of the doorway and further into the room. The light from the hallway only stood to highlight the contours of his body, the lithe movements of his neck, and half shadowed his face, accentuating the way the planes of his face turned and cut. I sighed.

"What was that for?" Damn, these dreams keep getting realer and realer. "I'm just disappointed in myself. Here I was, thinking I'd resolved to kick you out, but look at you."