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'm going to take my time

I have all the time in the world
To make you
mine
It is written in the stars above
The gods decree
You'll be right
here by my side
Right next to me
You can run, but you cannot
hide

Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love
me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I
know you can't be
'cause it's no good

~Depeche
Mode

Chapter 13

Friday 5:00 A.M. (Morocco)
I was right about dreaming of her. The make-up tech must think I never sleep. This is the third morning I’ve shown up with these dark circles under my eyes. I love the irony of the situation; baby’s literally glowing after two days here, and I’m beginning to look like the walking dead. Thank God for the make-up people. I’m now walking out of the trailer closely resembling a member of the human race. Baby looked adorable when I checked on her before I left, but I must have been really tired or something, cause I swear it looked like she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Took an hour for me to shake that image once it crossed my mind. Her silky blonde hair was quite tosseled, making her even more appealing. The rose I left for her was lying on her bedside table, petals intact, so I assume she’s not that mad at me. Better get over to wardrobe.
6:30 A.M.
There’s that chap-Bryan, innit? - over there. Damn. I should go apologize to him. He likely thinks I’m a huge blighter. I know I would in his shoes. It’ll be a bit embarrassing but I do owe him the courtesy.
Walking over to him, I introduce myself and proceed to tell him how sorry I am about everything that happened yesterday. He’s really a nice bloke, just as baby said and he seems to buy the whole bit about everyone having a bad day once in awhile. He was here for the original filming which is why I recognized him as one of the crew. He tells me about the club that he and baby went to; it sounds pretty cool, though he does ask if she’s ok. Says she wasn’t having a very good time at all, and that he was concerned that she might be ill, mentioning her absence this morning as if to validate his point. I’m about to tell him that she should be here soon when I see her walking toward us.
She’s wearing one of those little tank tops-the kind with the little straps at the shoulders? - and the kind of faded, low-slung jeans that are popular right now. The jeans sit very low on her hips, baring her tummy. It’s very sexy. She’s pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and a few wisps of hair are blowing across her face. She’s got that deer-in-the-headlights look as she sees who I’m talking to. She looks around, as if to find an avenue of escape but I’m not letting her get away.
"Baby! Over here." I call, smiling and motioning for her to join us.
She smiles back and continues walking toward us, but she almost looks like a condemned person walking to her death. Wonder what the problem is?
"Mornin’, luv," I say as brightly as I can manage and throw in a wink for good measure. "I was just chatting with your mate Bryan here, letting him know I’m not the huge wanker I came across as yesterday."
"Hey, Addy. This guy’s not so bad. Maybe your character judgment’s improved over the last few years…hmmm?" Bryan says, smiling at her with a familiarity that sends a jolt of jealousy through me, but it’s gone as soon as it arrives.
‘Addy’? She’s no ‘Addy’. How bloody ridiculous. I look from one to the other of them, trying vainly to interpret the underlying meaning of his last words but I can’t figure out more than that she must’ve made an error in judgment at some point. Likely regarding a man but I’d already guessed that much on my own.
If the blush that’s stinging her cheeks is any indication she’d rather discuss anything else in the world.
I’m not too surprised when she says, "Um…yeah. Orli? I think they’re looking for you on set. Why don’t we go check it out?"
She’s studying the ground so intently that I can’t read her eyes, but I’d be willing to bet a hundred quid that this is simply her way of getting Bryan and I apart. No worries. At least she’s said she’s coming with me. With me. I should feel bad about the fact that I feel as though I’ve won some competition for her attention but I don’t. Hmmm, maybe I am getting a bit spoiled by all this. Bugger it. She’s coming with me and that’s all that counts, right?
"Sure, luv," I reply casually, turning to Bryan and saying "Bryan, it was good to meet you, mate. Maybe we can all do something before we wrap here?"
"That would be great, Mr. Bloom. Just let me know when and where," Bryan says, using my last name as though I needed a title.
"Please, call me Orlando," I tell him.
I want to be sure he knows that I consider us friends now. He smiles and we shake hands before baby and I start off to where my next scene is setting up.
"You were right about ‘im, luv. He seems to be a fine chap. How do you two know one another again? You never told me last night," I ask, wanting to get to the bottom of their relationship.
She blushes again, turning even redder. Now what can that mean? If they’re just friends, what’s there to blush about?
"We…um… had some mutual friends for awhile a few years back. We’ve lost touch over the years and yesterday was the first time I’ve seen any of them in a very long time," she says, avoiding looking at me.
The girl’s a real pro at saying something, without telling you anything at all. She’s obviously not ready to go into any detail on the subject, so I’ll let it go for now. Maybe later.
After walking together without speaking for a few steps, she suddenly looks over at me with a smile and says, "The rose is beautiful, Orli, and the card was a sweet gesture as well."
She’s so pleased with them that I really wish I’d given them to her myself instead of leaving them in her room.
"Glad you liked them, baby. That rose is a…" I start to say but she interrupts with the end of my sentence.
"Fire and Ice. I know. It’s my favorite breed of rose," she says, looking over at me curiously.
Her favorite, hmmm? Fitting right?
"Really? Have to remember that then, won’t I? When the florist told me the name, it reminded me of you, so I had to get it," I say, unable to hide my smile as I think of how she does run so hot and cold.
She smiles, then her expression takes on a look of subtle confusion.
She finally says "Well, thank you for the flower and the card. It was a lovely surprise."
Not as lovely or surprising as that kiss, luv…
Suddenly her face flushes with color again and I begin to wonder if she is taking ill, so I inquire, "Are you feeling well, baby? You’re looking a bit flushed today."
Her cheeks actually grow darker before she says, "I feel great, Orli. Just a bit tired is all. Think you can get through today without any melt-downs?"
The blush fades from her face and is replaced by the grin that always accompanies one of her witty barbs.
I give her my best scowl and say, "Depends on whether or not you go flitting off with some random bloke again, baby."
Hope she can’t tell that I’m only half joking. Once again her cheeks turn crimson. What is going on with her? I really wish I could read her mind sometimes.
She replies lightly, "Oh no. Not today, Orli. I’ll be at your side every moment."
Now wouldn’t that be fun? Maybe I can think of an excuse to go back to my trailer today. It’s…private there.
Unable to resist the opportunity to tease her I say, "Brilliant, luv. You can help me with my trousers later, then."
I give her my naughtiest laugh and look her up and down. Wonder why she just closed her eyes and shook her head, as if saying ‘no’ to something...
4:55 P.M.
Think I’ll take her to the beach today. She’ll love the cove, probably as much as I do. Besides, I really want to talk to her. Yesterday put some things into perspective for me and I’m done trying to pretend that I’m satisfied just being her friend. It’s rubbish and always has been. There she is. Should it make me this happy just knowing that she’s standing over there waiting for me? Just for me? No matter if it’s right or not, ‘cause it makes me very happy indeed.
I can’t help the wide smile that’s spread across my face as I approach her and say, "Heya, baby. Would you take a drive with me? There’s something I’d like to show you."
More than one thing, actually…
Watch it, Bloom!
She looks intrigued and says, "Sure, Orli. Um, what is it?"
Her curiosity is piqued but this is my secret.
"It’s a surprise, luv," I say with as much mystery as I can muster.
She narrows her eyes at me a bit suspiciously and says, "Ok. Are we taking the limo?"
A limo? At the beach? Hmmm, interesting, but, no.
"No, luv. I hired a Jeep yesterday and I’ve decided to keep it while we’re here. It’s a bit less conspicuous, know what I mean?" I say, leading her over to the hardtop Wrangler I took on that drive yesterday.
The one that was supposed to help me ‘cool off’? So much for that idea, yeah? The Jeep’s black, in and out, and it’s extremely cool. It’s brand new and has a 10-disc changer in it so I can play my favorite music all the time. The changer has a shuffle feature that actually shuffles the discs each time a new song comes on, so that I don’t even have to listen to the same artist twice if I don’t want to. Very cool.
I gave the limo driver the rest of the day off a few hours ago. The chap was so thrilled that he nearly pulled my arm out of socket just shaking my hand. I open the passenger door for her, enjoying the view of her backside as she climbs in. Once she’s in I close her door and go round the driver’s side and get in myself. When I turn over the motor, the CD player comes on. ‘It’s Been Awhile’ by Staind is on. One of my all-time favorite songs.
"I love this song," she says and I reach over to increase the volume a bit.
"Me too."
As we drive away from the site, we’re both singing softly. From what I can hear she has an amazing voice and I’m really glad to know we have the same taste in music.
When the song is over, she says, "Ok, Bloom. What’s this surprise you have to show me?"
She’s being sarcastic, one of the traits I’ve really come to love about her. She truly has no patience at all, which presents me with nearly unlimited opportunities to tease her. Just too much fun to be passed up.
To that end I say, "You’ll see," doing my best to maintain the mystery, then giving her a wink.
She rolls her eyes and sniffs loudly, but doesn’t mention it again.
I pull out onto the coastal road and press the accelerator, urging more speed from the Jeep’s motor, when I hear her say, "This place is so beautiful, I never would have guessed Morocco would look like this."
She’s staring out the window, enjoying the gorgeous ocean view.
"Anything would be an improvement over LA, baby," I say, without even trying to mask the contempt in my voice. I don’t understand how anyone could want to live in LA. It’s just beyond me.
"Watch it mister. I happen to love LA," she says with the same vehement devotion I get from Lij when I make cracks to him about it.
Must be an acquired taste. Still, I can’t resist needling her. She’s just too adorable when she’s defensive.
"Yes. Brilliant innit, luv? I mean, what’s not to love? Smog, traffic, snobs, phonies, the media, paparazzi…"
She shoots a glare my way and retorts, "A bit early in the game to be so bitter, don’t you think, Orli?"
"You’re right, baby. Think maybe I’m a bit homesick. Missing my mum quite a bit lately. Maybe I’ll try to arrange a holiday when I’m done here. Have you ever been to Europe?" I ask, suddenly inundated with images of her in all my favorite spots in London.
"Not hardly. Not really in my budget, you know?" she replies with a wry smile.
Damn. I keep forgetting how much things have changed. I travel so frequently, to so many places, that I’ve actually started to take it for granted. That’s not a good sign, is it?
I laugh and say, "Oh yes, forgot about that, didn’t I?"
I keep driving down the coastline and we chat idly, just enjoying each other’s company. We’re nearing where I’ll turn off the road and I want her first sight of the cove to be perfect.
"Ok, baby. Close your eyes."
I fully expect an argument, but true to herself-she does exactly the opposite-and closes her eyes right away. Fire and ice, yeah? I pull off and turn toward the beach, pulling to a stop on a small rise that looks directly out onto the water.
I leave the music playing, but shut off the motor and she asks giddily, "Can I open my eyes now? It’s dark in here."
Her giggle makes the moment even more enjoyable, and I say "Yes, luv. Open them." surprised at the fact that my voice is so soft it could be called a whisper.
As her eyes open and she focuses on the view laid out in front of us, her jaw drops open, much the same way mine did when I first saw it.
"I would tell you how beautiful it is but words seem inadequate right now. Thank you, Orli. Thank you for sharing this with me," she says.
"I thought you’d like it the first time I saw it. I’ve wanted to show you this spot since you arrived, but this was the first chance I’ve had to ask you to come. I mean, there’s no smog, and it didn’t take two hours to drive up the coast, but it still runs a close second to LaLa land, know what I mean?"
I laugh at the indignant look she gives me but she comes right back with, "Pipe down, Bloom. You’ll spoil it," and we both break into gales of laughter.
"Can we take a walk on the beach, Orli? I haven’t been in the sand in years," she says, looking longingly out the front glass at the water. I can’t hide the open astonishment on my face at this statement.
"You mean you live in Southern California and never go to the beach? Dom, Lij and I go surfing as often as we can. Why’s it been so long, baby?"
I can’t believe that anyone could live that near the ocean and not take advantage of it. I mean, I used to surf off the British coast despite the frigid temperatures, so it’s truly incomprehensible to me that she could be in such an atmosphere and ignore it.
She glances over at me and with the barest of shrugs says, "Just no time I guess. I’m always busy with agency stuff. You know the game as well as I do, Orli. There’s always some premier, party or social something going on. Keeping Fiona organized alone is a full-time, twenty-four hour proposition, so I just haven’t found much time for ‘recreational’ stuff. But, I love my job. Could be worse, ya know," she finishes with a self-effacing smirk.
Hmmm, that was a very well articulated, well thought-out, self-deluding load of crap, wasn’t it?
"Bollucks."
"Pardon me?" she says, whether she’s questioning my use of this curse or its meaning I’m not sure.
"Bollucks. That’s a load of rubbish, and you know it as well as I do. You don’t take care of yourself; don’t give back to yourself, baby. Before now, how long has it been since you were outside LA for more than a day?"
Not waiting for her answer I turn the music off and exit the Jeep, going around to open her door. As usual, she’s already done for herself and she nearly runs into me as she heads to the front of the vehicle to meet me.
Stifling my frown at missing the opportunity to help her down from her seat I ask "Well? How long?"
As I watch, her eyes take on a distant look and she seems to have drifted into a memory.
"It’s…um…been about five years, Orli. A long time…"
Her voice trails off and it occurs to me that everything in her life seems to have stopped or changed about five years ago. Something significant must’ve happened, but damned if I can figure out what it might be. It’s going to require some sly investigation on my part to uncover it and I’ll have to be careful how I go about it. She’ll have my head if she even suspects that I’m prying. She’s very protective of her privacy. Must be a side effect of her job since she helps protect the privacy of the agency’s clients.
The haunted look she’s wearing does let me know that she’s not prepared to go into it at the moment and I want her to enjoy this so I smile at her brightly and say, "Well, you’re here now, so let’s enjoy it, yeah?"
The gratitude that’s conveyed in her eyes makes me feel like an arse for having cornered her on the subject in the first place and I decide to let the topic go altogether. We walk out onto the sand and she pauses to remove her shoes and socks, bending over to roll her jeans up around her knees. I must say that her denim clad bum looks very enticing bending over like that but I keep the wolfish comment that springs to mind to myself, sensing that this might not be the time for it.
Instead, I follow her cue and take off my shoes, rolling my own jeans up around my calves and we set off down to the water’s edge, both enjoying the play of the foamy water over our feet. We spend a few minutes just chatting and taking in the gorgeous scenery. I tell her a bit about my experiences while filming ‘Pirates’ and she listens intently, laughing at my anecdotes about Johnny.
She is so easy to talk to and we have this wonderful comfort with each other. It allows me the freedom to make a bit of a fool of myself, for which I’m rewarded with her rich laughter. It makes me so happy to see her like this.
We make our way back away from the water and find a patch of dry sand to sit down on. She’s looking out at the setting sun, another far away look in her eyes.
"Last time I was over here they had bon fires on this beach. I was hoping there might be one tonight, but it doesn’t look like we’ll be having any company." I say, looking at our surroundings with a fond smile.
This cove is really much more private than I’ve ever noticed. All the other times I’ve been here there was always a crowd of people.
The seclusion of it makes my mind run to a place that I’ve really been trying to stay away from but my next words are out before I can stop them.
"Baby? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about. I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit, especially since you got here…"
The sudden stark panic that enters her eyes belies her calm tone as she says, "Ok. What did you want to talk about, Orli?"
Brilliant. My brain chooses this moment to switch off.
"Well…um…it’s just that…I…um…"
Well said! What a blighter. Thank God I’m not looking at her, else she’d see the panic in my own eyes.
"Would you like a cue card, Bloom?" she asks, jumping on the chance to tease me back.
I smile, still not looking at her and say, "This is a bit tougher than I’d thought, innit? What I’m trying to say is that, well, I really enjoyed that kiss."
Very good, mate. Like that was a news flash? Of course you enjoyed it, you wanker.
"Um, thank you? I liked it too, Orli."
Well there’s some good news. Now maybe I should tell her what I really meant to say, yeah?
"I was wondering how you’d feel about, well, if we did that again? Often?"
Damn. I hope that didn’t sound as lame as I think it did.
"Often? What exactly are you suggesting, Orli?" she asks, blushing a deep red.
Ok. Here’s my chance. Just lay it all out on the table.
"You know what I’m asking, luv. Would you consider seeing me? Dating, if you will?"
Time seems to stretch into infinity as I sit here waiting for her to answer me. My palms are sweating and my mouth is suddenly very dry. Is she ever going to say anything? Just staring into those jade-green eyes is enough to make me feel drawn to kiss her. For a single moment I consider doing just that, to persuade her to say yes. I dismiss that thought as I realize that the panic has returned to her eyes and she looks like she may be sick. Her voice comes softly, almost reluctantly and I hear the words that, in truth, I’d known would come.
"You know I don’t date…"
Frustration mixed with the hurt of rejection make me cut her off mid-sentence.
"Yes, yes. ‘I don’t date actors, Orli.’ I’ve heard that mantra more than I care to remember, baby. I’m not talking about actors here, baby. This is me. Orli. You know me, Adriana. Maybe better than anyone ever has. Are you telling me that after all we’ve shared and the time we’ve spent together, that I still only rate as an ‘actor’ with you?"
Her eyes bore into mine and I feel hope blossom when she seems to be reconsidering her answer but then I see the resignation take root.
"Of course not, Orli, don’t be dramatic. You are more to me than just an actor or a client. You’re my friend and I don’t want to lose you, but I will not-I cannot- make an exception to my rule. I’m sorry."
Ok. That went well. Now how am I supposed to drive us back to the hotel with this gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be? It’s alright. If this is how she wants it, I’ll just have to find a way to deal with it. That’s all…
"I see. That’s too bad, luv. I’d really like to be able to mend the damage that’s been done to you. You carry the scars like a shield but if that’s how you feel, I won’t ask again."
I smile at her as sincerely as I can and stand up. I hold out my hand to her and help her to her feet, ignoring my instinct to take her in my arms despite everything we just said. I look down into her beautiful face and feel my heart as it finishes shattering into a million pieces.
"So what now? Am I on a plane back to LA first thing in the morning? New room at the hotel? What?" she asks, obviously trying to see how all this has affected our relationship. I hope she doesn’t actually believe I’d send her home because she turned me down. Surely she knows me better than that?
With a frown I say, "Don’t be absurd. You still need to relax and I still need you here. If you’d like a separate room, I’ll arrange it as soon as we get back to the hotel, but know that it isn’t my preference that you move."
The brief look of relief that crosses her face tells me that she’s not going anywhere and that she still wants me in her life. I feel a bit sick to my stomach at how grateful I am for that small allowance. Man. I need some kind of distraction.
As we approach the Jeep, I open her door and she climbs up inside. I walk around, get in and put the key into the ignition. Turning the key makes the CD player come back on, playing ‘Away From Me’ by Puddle of Mudd. Normally I’d turn it up-it’s another favorite of mine-but right now the words just echo in my head, reinforcing the events of the last hour.
We drive all the way back to the hotel and go up to the room in silence. Once there, she makes an excuse, as thinly veiled as my own, and we head in opposite directions, to our own rooms.
7:00 P.M.
It’s amazing what can pass through your mind after half a bottle of scotch. I think I heard her crying when I went out to the bar earlier but I couldn’t bring myself to comfort her.
I know it sounds terrible but I found a small amount of satisfaction in the fact that her choice has made her as unhappy as it’s made me.
As I sit here, feeling terribly sorry for myself, my mind starts to examine my options. I actually begin to consider finding someone here to date but honestly I don’t have the time, energy or even the desire to seek out someone. Discarding that thought, my hand reaches for my mobile phone.
Now what?
Clicking through the menu buttons until I get to my phone book, I find the number I was subconsciously seeking. Taking a deep breath, I press the key that causes the phone to dial and wait for an answer.
"Hello?" comes the answer; a very soft, very sleepy whisper.
Damn. Forgot the time difference, didn’t I?
"Hello, luv. It’s Orli, calling from Morocco," I say, trying vainly to justify the hour of my call.
"Orlando? Do you know what time it is?" There’s a long pause, then "Are you ok?"
Funny how no matter what’s happened between us, she still manages to sound as if she actually cares.
"I’m fine, luv. I miss you though," I lie. I am lonely but not for her.
"You miss me? Since when?" she asks, her disbelief coming clearly through the international phone line.
"Since I last saw you, ducks," I say, truly unable to believe my own level of deceit. "How’d you like to come out here…to Morocco?" I venture.
What the hell am I doing? Am I really this selfish?
"Orli…its 3 AM. Can we have this conversation in a couple of hours, when I’m awake?" she asks, that whiny quality coming into her voice.
That’s one of the reasons I broke up with her in the first place. I can’t take whiny women. Do I really want to do this?
"Sure, ducks. Call me later. Still have my mobile number?" I ask.
"Yes, Orli. Talk to you later," she replies through a yawn.
"Goodbye, luv," I say and ring off.
Gonna go finish the other half of that bottle now.
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