DISCLAIMER: I don't own shyt, so let it go playa, let it go
"Ms. Taylor, Mr. Orton is here" Casey my receptionist said. She was the typical dumb ass blond and that's why she was my receptionist. She wore her hair in two high ponytails and wore a pink t-shirt that said, "Blondes do it better" with khaki pants.
"Thanks, Casey" I said. I stood up and fixed my skirt suit. "Send him in".
Yeah send in that cocky bastard. I sighed. Why couldn't Vince send me someone else, like Trish Stratus, someone I respected.
Damn, I' am screwed. I've been watching wrestling all of my life and when Randy Orton showed up I wasn't exactly pleased. I couldn't stand the jerk and now I'm supposed to be his publicist. Why me? Hey, at least I get paid good and I love what I do.
"She's through there, Mr. Orton," I heard Casey's annoying voice call out.
"Hello Mr. Orton. Alexandria Taylor," I said offering my hand. He looked at me up and down.
"Call me Randy, gorgeous," he said. Here we go.I sighed heavily.
"Mr. Orton don't call me gorgeous," I said walking around my desk. I sat down. He smirked.
"Feisty are we?"
"Let's get down to business" I said getting pissed off .I closed my laptop and adjusted myself in my seat. "Basically I will be your publicist and I will work to get you more media exposure and publicity and hopefully make you as famous as The Rock and cross over to movies and such if you would like. It's my job to make sure that you get the exposure you deserve. Any questions?"
"Yeah," Randy said. He shifted in his seat. "How old are you?"
"I' m twenty four" I said. What the hell is this about? He leaned forward in his seat. Staring at me with those baby blue eyes, I shifted in my seat. Was it me or was I starting to feel uncomfortable?
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked his voice suddenly getting very sexy.
Whoa, snap out of it Alex. He's a freaking perv.
"Let's keep this to business only, Mr. Orton. If there are no other questions I will see you in Philli for Smackdown," I said quickly. I grabbed my Louis Vuitton purse and tossed my cell phone into it. I was going home it was five o'clock and my day was over.
"I'll be seeing more of you?" he asked.
"Yes, as your publicist I have to follow you around to promotions, etc." I walked right up to Randy and offered my hand. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Orton"
"The pleasure's all mine, gorgeous." He said. He took my hand and kissed it. I snatched my hand away from his in disgust and looked at him like "what the fuck?". He smirked. He opened the door for me and I stomped out of my office.
"Bye, Casey," I called out.
"Bye, Alex! Bye Randy!" she giggled like an idiot. I sucked my teeth and headed to the elevator. I needed to get as far away from him as I could. I hated him.