Arielle looked up at Randy, her slender body was practically up against his. Not that he seemed to mind, of course. I mean look at the girl, would you mind if she was all up on you? Most certainly not. Regardless, there she stood. Running one of her hands gently up and down his smooth, muscular arms in a very teasing fashion, she looked down at the ground then up at his, those blue eyes of hers resting and starring into his. Running her tongue over her lips gently, she cleared her throat, turning her head to the side, her attention was focused on him now...forgetting about anyone else that was around them.

Arielle Andrews. "Well, Mr. Orton, I must say that I didn't expect to see you this suddenly. I mean, it was but a few short minutes ago that I'd run into Todd looking for you. But, since you are here now....I guess it's just as good a time as any to ask yo..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Randy brought one of his hands up, gently and balled it into a fist. He had a coy yet very cocky smirk on his face and, considering his past, most saw this as meaning only one thing. But, Arielle never flinched. Her eyes stayed locked on his, out of the corner of her eye, though, she watched the movement of that fist. Would he really strike her? The woman that virtually saved his failing career? Surely not. And he didn't. He brought one of his fingers, his index finger, out of the fist and pressed it lightly against the full and luscious lips of Arielle. The gloss that made her soft lips shine, rubbed against his finger, but just a little. Not in a gooey, gross way. It smelt of watermelon and that, you could tell, made Randy's mouth water. It's not like he hadn't wanted to. I mean look at the girl, she was a knockout and those soft lips of hers would make anyone want to kiss her. And Randy most certainly wanted to but, for whatever reason, he contained himself. For now, at least. Keeping his finger against her lip, he hushed her and her eyes stayed on him. For the first time in her life, she'd been hushed.

Randy Orton. "There will be time for those questions later. Right now, I want to know if you'd like to join me for dinner, Miss. Andrews. It's been my pleasure running into you over the last few weeks and, I must say, I owe you for saving me from that failing bitch Stacy Keibler. So, consider this a little bit of repayment for all of your help. Especially with that situation. And, you can ask me all of your questions then, hmm? What do you say, Miss. Andrews? Is it a date?"

Arielle smiled, as Randy moved his lips away from her mouth. Again, Arielle licked her lips but this time it was in a slow and seductive manner that caused Randy to lick his as well. There was no denying that there was some tension between these two. Of course, it's not the same kind as the tension building between...say...Chris Michaels and Marcus Miller. This was nothing more then sexual tension. We'll flat out say it; they wanted each other. But neither would openly admit it...or...would they? Regardless, Randy extended his hand and an invitation to dinner, if Arielle would accept them.

Arielle Andrews. "You know Randy, it would be my honor to join you for dinner tonight. And don't worry sweetface, she said, as she ran her hand gently over his cheek the questions I have aren't too serious or important. However, if we're going to dinner I must change. I can't go with you to dinner looking like a slob. So I tell you what; why don't we go and get ourselves dressed for dinner and meet back here in...say..an hour and a half? And I promise you, Randy, that I will look as drop dead gorgeous and amazing then as you could ever possibly imagine."

She smiled in a very cocky fashion. These two were so much alike. Both overly confident, vindictive, manipulative people. It's no wonder why they were so attracted to one another, and why they found comfort with each other's companies. Arielle smiled, as she ran her hand up and down his arm again, biting the bottom right corner of her lip in a teasing manner, her eyes locked on his still, as she stood there waiting to see if he'd be okay with her changing and meeting him in an hour and a half for their dinner date.