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British Sex God in My House	By : Goddessofdreams03 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 7747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ch2- Cookies
Two days later Deveraux was once again trudging towards her apartment but this time she wouldn’t be alone. Gore had tried to get her to pick Orlando up from the airport but she had lied and said that she still had few things to get in order. He had agreed to send someone else pick up the actor though it was her job.

Deveraux stopped in front of her door and stared at it. So this is what the door to hell looks like? Strange that it should look just like the one leading into her home. She was still working up her courage to put her key in the lock when someone approached.

“Are you okay, miss?” a man asked from behind her. Slowly she turned to look at one of her neighbors.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she said, slumping in relief. The man nodded and continued down the hall.

“Better get it over with," she thought, putting in the key and turning it. Feeling rather than hearing the click she said a silent prayer.

“God, please don’t let him be here. Please let him be gone. If he is here don’t let me embarrass myself!” she heaved a huge sigh and shoved open the door. Stepping in and shutting the door, she let out another sigh.

“Thank you, God!” he wasn’t there. Slipping off her shoes Deveraux headed for the kitchen. She was going to have a celebratory cookie. Setting down her laptop on the island in the center of the room, she went for the cabinet. She looked inside to find that there were no cookies!

“Damn it!! The one time I have a good reason to have a cookie and I don’t have any! That figures!” she said, shutting the door. Looking around the kitchen she saw her recipe box sitting on the counter against the wall.

“I’ll make some! Nothing better than homemade cookies!” Deveraux grinned and went to snatch the box up. Flipping the lid and she searched for the disk labeled "cookies," she turned on her laptop and as she waited for it to load she made her way to the radio. She hadn’t had the time to learn any of the stations so she stuck to her CDs. She thumbed through the many pages of CDs, looking for something up beat.

“Elvis? Nah…. Oooo how about my mixed one?! Sounds like a plan!!” She pushed play and one of her favorite songs Hey Ya started to play. She hummed and went back to her computer, popping in the disk and choosing her cookie. She danced around as she pulled out the ingredients, placing them on the island. She didn’t hear the other door to the kitchen open.

Orlando lounged against the doorjamb and watched the cute little brunette dance around the kitchen. With hips shaking and head bobbing she sang along loudly with the song blaring from her radio. Biting back laughter he watched her clapping happily with the song. He knew that she had no idea he was there. He was sure that if she had known she wouldn’t be quite so carefree. Finally he decided he’d best make her aware of his presence before she spotted him.

“What are you making?” he asked, watching as she pulled a heavy glass bowl from the cabinet.

“JESUS!” she shrieked letting go of the bowl. Orlando rushed forward to help, then sighed with relief as she snatched the bowl from the air. She turned to look at him the biggest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. He smiled down at her and waited for her to answer his question.

"Oh God! He’s here!" her mind gasped as she stared up at him in shock and awe. The man that had filled so many of her feverish fantasies was standing before her. Looking at her with those amazing eyes of his. She really couldn’t handle this!

“RUN! RUN LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE!!” The small voice in the back of her head shouted at her. Orlando waited few seconds, and then asked his question again, realizing that she probably hadn’t heard what he said the first time.

“What are you making?” he asked quietly. Deveraux, still stunned, clutched the bowl to her chest and pointed at her computer. He squinted over at the screen.

“How can he still look so good with his face scrunched up? Don’t puddle…..DON’T PUDDLE!! FOR GOD’S SAKE WOMAN DON’T PUDDLE!! He’s just a man! Get a hold of yourself!!” she ordered herself and continued to stare. How easy it was to fail miserably at convincing herself that Orlando was just a man. If he was just a man….Why was she acting like such a bumbling idiot?! Oh that’s right…BECAUSE SHE WAS OBSESSED WITH HIM!!!! Right….she was ok….she was fine….mellow. Deep calming breaths……Inhale….Exhale…..Inhale…Oh God. She was going to faint. Everything was black. Any moment now she was gonna go crashing to the ground. Any…..moment….no…. Oh wait never mind, she just had her eyes closed. Opening her eyes again, she looked once more on the face of Orlando.

“Mmmm. Biscuits.” He said smiling down at her. He watched her brow furrow with confusion. She blinked at him, then over at the computer screen, and then back at him. She sent him a look of bemusement.

“Bisc..…? Oh right.” She mumbled, embarrassedly. He chuckled softly. Blushing, she turned away, heading over to the island. He followed, and pulling up a stool seating himself across from her.

“You are such a spaz!” She thought as she as she opened the flour. Silently she started measuring out the flour.

“I’m Orlando,” he said. She had her head down as she dumped flour into the bowl. When she didn’t answer or even look up, he reached out and touched her hand. She stopped what she was doing and looked down at the hand he touched. Slowly she brought her gaze to his.

“Huh?” she asked her, brow furrowing again. His grin widened and repeated his statement.

“I said I’m Orlando,” he stuck out his hand. Deveraux looked at his hand, his lovely hand, stretched out offering friendship. How sad, to think that was friendship was all it offered. He frowned noticing her hesitation.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. Silently, she held up her flour-covered hands. Laughing with relief he took her hand and shook it warmly.

“A little flour never hurt anybody! So what’s your name?” he asked, wiping his hands on the towel near his elbow. She muttered something he couldn’t hear.

“Say that again but louder.” He encouraged gently, as he had to so many other females. Deveraux looked up into his deep brown eyes, and nearly hit the floor. Deep calming breaths. Everything was ok. She just had to stay calm and she’d be fine.

“Deveraux. My name is Deveraux,” she said smiling a bit.

“That’s a nice name. Never heard it used as a first name,” he said smiling at her. She wondered if he smiled all the time.

“Thanks.” she said, keeping her head low and struggling with her urge to stare at him mindlessly.

“You’re welcome. So do you have nickname? Or do you prefer to be called by your full name?” he asked, discreetly sticking his finger in the dough when she turned her back.

“My family calls me Devie.” She said turning back to him, a bag of chocolate chips in her hands.

“What do your friends call you?" he asked, watching her frown down into her bowl.

“What? Oh. My friends call me Raux. Did you stick your finger in my dough?” she asked, looking up at him. He shook his head and glanced into the bowl. She shrugged and poured the chips in.

“You can call me any thing you like,” he said watching her stir the batter.

“I wonder how he would take to being called your sexiness,” She thought with a grin.

“What?” he asked ducking his head to look her in the eye. Deveraux shook her head, biting her lip.

“Come on….tell me!! Oh. excuse me,” he said as his cell phone rang.

“Hullo?” he asked. Deveraux stirred her batter listening to his wonderful voice float around her. She could listen to him talk for hours. Accents always captivated her. She stopped stirring to stare at him. She let her gaze wander over his face. She watched the way his mouth moved, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled. His hair, God her fingers itched to run though those unruly curls and trace his jawline, next she’d let her fingers trail down his neck and chest, then glide over his back. Deveraux could almost feel the warmth of his skin under her palms. She continued to stare until Orlando, as if sensing he was being watched turned to wink at her. She blushed furiously and went back to mixing.

“All right man. I’ll be there in a few,” he said into the phone. He laughed at something the caller said and then said bye. He hung up and shook his head.

“That was a friend of mine. I have to go meet him. So………….. it was really nice to meet you and I’ll be back later,” he said getting up. Deveraux nodded, silently. The moment he was out the kitchen she slumped to the floor.

“Raux!!! You are an idiot! You don’t stare at people!” she scolded herself, banging the back of her head against the cabinets. Suddenly the side door of the kitchen swung open and Orlando stuck his head in.

“What are you doing?” he asked, seeing her on the floor. Deveraux shot forward towards a cabinet in front of her.

“Getting a cookie sheet!” she said, pulling out a shiny pan.

“Oh, ok. You’ll save me some of those biscuits, won’t you?” he asked grinning down at her.

“Sure!” she said nodding and standing.

“Great! Later Raux!” he said hurrying out the door. This time she waited until she heard the front door close. Groaning, she dropped her head to the counter top.

“Idiot, moron, fool!” she said banging her head against it. Again the door swung open and Orlando stepped in. Her head popped up and she looked into his amused eyes.

“Something wrong?” he asked raising his brow at her.

“I…. Uh..erm… forgot to add the vanilla. Why are you back?” She said straightening. He laughed and picked up the phone he left on the counter.

“Forgot my phone!” Once again, he hurried from the apartment. Deveraux gave an exasperated squeal. She waited for him to come back into the room. Thankfully, he didn’t and she went about making her cookies. In her state of distress, she ended up scarfing down nearly the whole first batch.

“Hello Gold’s Gym….here I come..” Deveraux grumbled as she started the new batch of cookies.
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