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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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Ch3- I’m LATE!
Orlando came home later that night. He had spent the night out with his good friend, catching up. He hadn’t stayed out extremely late, it just a little past twelve.
“I wonder if Raux is awake?” he thought as he headed down the hall whistling. He smiled thinking of his new roommate. She was a little shy, but she had only just met him. All she needed was time to warm up to him. She was probably upset about having to share her apartment with him. He had been a little upset himself, but he had come later than he said he would. It hadn’t been his fault, though! His girlfriend had broken up with him. Then his grandmother had fallen ill. No way in hell was he about to leave with his grandmother sick. Contract or no contract he was by her side until she was well again.
Orlando stepped into the apartment and noticed that the TV was on. Glancing at the couch he saw Deveraux curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully. He pulled off his jacket and went to the kitchen.
“No biscuits,” he muttered, pulling the fridge open. Grabbing a drink, he went to shut off the TV. When he reached the living area he saw the plate of cookies on the coffee table.
“Ooooooo…..” he murmured settling on the floor, to avoid disturbing the sleeping woman. He munched silently on the cookies and flipped through the channels. He was distracted from the infomercial when Deveraux sighed and turned in her sleep. Orlando looked over at her. He could have sworn he heard her sigh his name. His lips quirked and he continued to study Deveraux.
“She’s a cute girl,” he thought giving her an affectionate pat. She sighed and snuggled the couch pillow.
“Cute and a damn good baker too.” He said, nodding and turning his attention back on the biscuit in his hand.
Sighing Orlando tossed the half eaten biscuit back on the plate. He rose and flipped the TV off. Before he left the room he placed a blanket over Deveraux . She sighed happily and cuddled into the couch. Shaking his head he trailed off to bed.
He was sleeping peacefully the next morning, having a pretty good dream about a faceless woman. He was jolted awake by a shouted curse and a loud thud. He ran from his room to see what it was using only a sheet to cover his nudity.
Sunlight was streaming through the window and shining her eyes.
“Go away!” she grumbled and pressed her face in the pillow. The sun continued to shine persistently. Sighing grumpily, Deveraux rolled over. Glancing down she noticed that a blanket had been draped over her. Smiling she moved her gaze to the cookies on the coffee table. There was one left and it was half eaten.
“Wait, what day is it?” she thought, the feeling that she was forgetting something washed over her.
“Monday? No….No. It’s Tuesday. Why does that sound important?” she lay there for a few moments and then it hit her.
WORK! Flipping back over she looked at the clock. It read nine forty a m.
“I’m LATE!” she cried out shooting up from the couch. She barreled down the hallway. Her effort to stop at her door failed due to the fact that she wore socks. Unfortunately for Deveraux and her dignity socks don't mix well with wooden floors. So she ended up sliding right past her door and crashing into the wall at the end of the hall.
“SHIT!” Deveraux landed in an unsophisticated pile on the floor. She lay in a heap blinking in disbelief up at the ceiling.
“ I. Just. Ran. Into. The. Wall. Could this get any worse? HELL YES IT CAN!!” As she heard Orlando’s door opening, Deveraux scrambled to her feet.
“What the hell?” he asked blinking blearily at her while gripping the sheet loosely around his hips. He watched in groggy confusion as she hurried into her room.
“I’m late!” she said running into her room not thinking of the appetizing picture Orlando was presenting. She tore off her shirt while running to her closet, she yanked on another oversized top. Swearing loudly she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and repair what little make-up she wore. She exited her room and as she was coming down the hall the kitchen door swung into her face. Deveraux stopped before it could hit her but she fell backwards landing on her behind catching herself on her elbow.
“FUCK!” she yelled, and cupped her bruised elbow.
“Damn funny bone! Whose bright idea was it to name it that?” she grumbled and studied the injured joint. Orlando peeked around the door.
“Raux? I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were there!” he said kneeling down beside her. All he was wearing a pair of boxers. She stared in bemusement at the bare-chested man in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and touch him. What could a small touch hurt? Just a tiny feather like touch, he wouldn’t notice, would he? OOOOO!! She could pass it off by saying she was looking at the trinkets around his neck!! Deveraux licked her lips and started to reach out. Orlando took hold of her hand thinking she wanted his help. He pulled her up gently, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders.
“DAMN IT ALL! I was so close!” she thought, continuing to stare at his chest.
“Raux? Deveraux! Are you alright?” He asked, shaking her lightly concern evident in his voice.
“Wha?” she blinked up at him dazedly.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hit you, did I?” Orlando asked looking into her eyes, a tiny frown of worry creasing his brow.
“Christ!!! I’m late!” Deveraux said, moving past him. Grabbing her coat, keys and laptop, she rushed out the door. She drove like maniac, praying she that she wouldn’t get killed. Gore was waiting for her when she came running into the office.
“Where have you been? You’re an hour and a half late!” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Deveraux grimaced at the anger in his voice.
“I’m sorry. I fell asleep on the couch,” she said throwing down her things and following him into his office. Deveraux stood wringing her hands, and sending him pleading looks.
“I guess since this is the first time I’ll let it slide but let’s not make this a common thing. Okay?” Gore said, sighing.
“Thank you so much!” Deveraux said, fighting the urge to go and kiss his feet. Gore went back to work without another word. Deveraux continued to stand there looking at him.
“Well are you going to work or stand there all day?” he asked in an exasperated voice.
“Yes! YES! Going to answer the phone now!” she said hurrying from the room. She slumped against the door. She could keep her job! No thanks the British sex god in her house. A British sex god was roaming around her house in nothing, but a pair boxers! And she was stuck here working!! Deveraux gave a disgusted groan and went to work. She spent the remainder of the day thinking of those damned boxers and the many ways to peel them off. Like with her teeth.......
Orlando’s lips grazed across her collarbone, sending a shudder through her body.
“Orlando,” she groaned pulling his lips back to hers. He laughed and gave her the kiss she longed for. Sliding down her body, he trailed light kisses down her neck until he reached her breast. He hovered over it, teasing her, wanting to hear her beg.
“Please,” she pleaded arching her back offering him full access.The feel of his breath driving her mad. He laughed in male satisfaction, and leaned closer. Another shudder of anticipation went through her body. She gasped, as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Again she heard his arrogant laughter.
“Deveraux,” he growled as she once again dragged him up for her passionate kiss. Eager for him Deveraux wrapped her legs around his hips bringing him tight against her. He groaned and rubbed his himself against her sex. Deveraux moaned arching closer, running her hands up his back to curl in his hair. Next he was pressing slowly into her, causing Raux to whimper in desperation. Suddenly the scenery changed, she was back in the office. Orlando was standing in front of her grinning.
“Deveraux?” he asked, leaning across her desk to cup her cheek. She turned her face into it. He smiled at her and said her name again.
“Deveraux,” then she jolted out of her dream, blinking up at him. He was really there!
Orlando strolled into the office, ready to fill out all the paper work he had. Deveraux, he saw was sitting at her desk. She let loose a breathy sigh. He went to stand before her desk. She didn’t even acknowledge his presence. He frowned then realized for the far off look in her eyes that she was daydreaming.
“Deveraux?” he inquired, leaning towards forward to cup her cheek. She turned her face into it, brushing her lips softly against his palm. Then she turned to look at him with eyes of lust and need. He blinked in surprise at the intensity in those eyes. Whoever had caused these dreams was a lucky person to inspire such a look and even luckier if they received it.
“Deveraux,” he said smiling as he lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb. Deveraux started from her dreams and blinked at him in bewilderment. Her eyes cleared and widened in shock.
“W- what are you doing here?” she stuttered embarrassedly, her eyes still the size of saucers. He chuckled.
“I’ve come to see Gore about my paperwork,” he said sitting on the edge of her desk.
“Oh! Let me tell him you’re here!” she said picking up the receiver, and then slammed it down.
“I don’t need that…..” She stated, with a embarrassed little laugh. Orlando grinned at how flustered she was. He wondered mildly who she had been dreaming about as he watched her squirm under his gaze. Deveraux pressed the call button.
“Gore?” she asked tentatively.
“What is it?” he asked. Deveraux looked up at Orlando and found him watching her, she quickly dropped her gazed to the phone.
“Mr. Bloom is here to see you,” she answered.
“Show him in!” Gore said. Deveraux started to rise but Orlando stopped her.
“Don’t get up, love. I can show myself in,” he said winking at her as he entered the office.
“G…o….d!” she groaned dropping her head to the desk. What a day! She hoped it wasn’t going to be like this the whole time. If it was she was going to need a HELL of a lot more cookies! She couldn’t put up with any more humiliation. Rubbing her forehead, she answered the phone.
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