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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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Ch 4- Perfect!

Orlando was sitting in their apartment munching on cereal. He was worried Deveraux didn't like him. She was never rude, no not Deveraux. She was always kind and friendly but she never sought him out. Orlando wanted to be her friend, he hated the thought of Deveraux not liking him. He stood thinking of Deveraux until the slamming of the front door interrupted his train of thought. He pushed open the kitchen door to see Deveraux standing at the door. She was glaring at the ground, and grumbling about something.

“What has the floor done to you?” he asked, taking a bite of cereal. Deveraux jumped at the sound of his voice. She looked up to see him grinning at her.

"What? Huh? Oh! Nothing....I was just venting.” She said, blushing and squirming a bit under his gaze.

“Ah...” He sauntered over to where she stood. She noticed the bowl in his hand.

"What’s he eating?" She wondered, watching him take another bite.

“What are you doing home?” Orlando asked, watching her eye his cereal.

"Oh, to be that spoon." Deveraux thought as he continued to eat. She watched the spoon slide from between his lips and sighed. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say: "Well, are you going to answer?" Deveraux shook herself mentally.

“Oh, right! Um, Gore sent me home to entertain you.” She mumbled, walking past him hurriedly.

“What was that?” Orlando asked, following her into the kitchen.

“ Why do I have to be so short?” She asked herself, reaching up and trying to get the cookies she had put on the top shelf of the pantry. Orlando came up behind her and plucked them right off the shelf.

“Here you go, love.” He said, handing her the box.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, opening the cookies. Orlando nodded and waited for her reply.

“WELL?” he asked. Deveraux, who was busy stuffing cookies in her mouth, looked up. Orlando laughed at the sight of her with a cookie hanging from her mouth.

“I have been sent home to entertain you,” she grumbled then took a bite of the cookie.

“Entertain me?” Orlando smiled. Deveraux nodded grudgingly.

“And how are you going to do that?” he asked crossing his arms over his chest. The cereal bowl now lay forgotten on the counter.

“We can do anything you want. I am at your disposal. Whatever you say goes.” She said with a shrug. She noticed that his grin widened and an interesting sparkling came into his eyes.

“Really? At my disposal?” he said letting his gaze slide down her body. Deveraux was sure her jaw hit the floor. He laughed and tapped her mouth closed.

“I was only kidding, Raux!” he said, still chuckling. Deveraux gave a nervous little laugh.

“I knew that!” She was looking down at her cookies when he told her what he wanted to do.

“Shopping. I think we’ll go shopping. That okay with you, Raux?” He asked.

“That’s fine with me. Lets go.” She said closing her box of cookies, making sure she put them where she could reach.

An hour later Deveraux was roaming around the women’s section in some unknown store. When Orlando had gone into the dressing room, his arms had been loaded with clothes. She expected him to be in there for a while, so she decided to browse the store. She was about to buy a red dress when her cell phone rang. She looked at the sales lady and smiled.

“Excuse me.” She said. The lady nodded and went about ringing up her total.

“'Lo?” she said, answering it. She smiled when she heard a familiar voice.

“What’s he like?” Her good friend Piper asked. Piper was a make-up artist for the movie. She had befriended Deveraux quickly. The pair had many things in common including an infatuation with Orlando. Piper was positively giddy at the idea of Deveraux living with Orlando and she delighted in Deveraux’s horror. It was in fact Piper who had started the whole British Sex God thing. Piper would roll with laughter over Deveraux’s redden face.

“What’s who like?” she asked innocently. She heard Piper’s growl of anger.

“$96.60 miss.” The sales lady said quietly. Deveraux knees almost buckled. The lady waited patiently for her money. Sighing Deveraux shelled out the money for the dress, knowing that somehow it’d pay for itself.

“The Sex God, who else?” Piper's voice screamed. Deveraux winced and held the phone away.

“Don’t yell, Piper. I need to hear.” She scolded, walking away from the cashier. She spotted Orlando looking about for her.

“Damn! Piper I’ll have to tell you about him tomorrow. We can have lunch together.” She said hurriedly.

“What? Why? I haven’t heard from you since he got here! What’s going on?”Piper asked, sounding disgruntled.

“The sex god is coming. I have to go.” Deveraux said, exasperated.

“Okay, fine, but I want to tell you that I set you up on a blind date. Bye!” Piper said and hung up the phone. Deveraux stared down in disbelief at her phone. Piper had set her up on a blind date. She was going to kill her slowly with lots of pain and suffering!

“There you are, Deveraux! Come here!” Orlando said, catching her wrist and pulling her behind him.

“Where are we going?” she asked, blinking as she was dragged behind him like a disobedient child.

“I need your help!" He practically yelled, then paused.

"What’s wrong?” he asked curiously. Deveraux had suddenly stopped, having just realized that he was in the process of pulling her into the dressing room. She looked at him with wide eyes.

“You want me to go in there with you?” She asked.

“Yes. I want to make sure you don’t run off again!” he said, tugging her in the room.

“I didn’t run off! I was shopping!” Deveraux huffed indignantly, letting him push her on the bench. Orlando rolled his eyes and pulled off his shirt. Deveraux sat enjoying the view until he grabbed one of the shirts from its hanger.

“What is that?” she cried, looking in horror at the ugliest shirt she had ever seen.

“What does it look like?” he said, laughing at the look on her face. She shook her head as he buttoned it closed.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, turning this way and that. Deveraux gave him a pained smile.

“Sure, lovely color that puke green …… but if you like it buy It.” she said, noticing his hurt look.

“You think you can do better?” he asked looking at her. Deveraux was positive she could do better. She smiled and left the dressing room. Walking out onto the floor, she looked for something decent.

“There we are!” she said aloud, finding it immediately. Orlando watched Deveraux make her way to the shelves of sweaters. She would pick up a sweater and shake her head at something. He wondered what she was doing when she brought a navy blue sweater to her cheek. She rubbed it, nodded and started back towards him. She was checking for softness, he realized with a smile.

“Here, try this!” She said, grinning at him triumphantly. Sighing, he unbuttoned the shirt he had on. When he pulled on the sweater, he turned back to Deveraux, who stepped forward to shove the sleeves to his elbow.

“Perfect!” She murmured. She loved the way the thin sweater fit him. It hugged his chest, giving the slightest hint of the glory it hid. And glory was exactly what it hid she knew, she'd seen it..almost touched it. She soothed her hands down his chest without thinking.

“Perfect! You see, you shouldn’t wear such loud clothes, they distract from your…” she trailed off, looking up at him. He was grinning down at her his eyes alight with laughter. Deveraux blushed and stepped away, folding her hands in front of her.

“Distract from what?” he teased. Deveraux was about to answer when her cell phone rang.

"Thank you GOD!" she thought, before answering it.

“Heeeeeeeeello?” Orlando continued to grin at her. She glared at him. Chuckling, he pulled off the sweater, and put his shirt back on. Deveraux frowned in disappointment.

“Huh?” she asked the person on the phone.

“Where is Johnny’s paperwork? He's here and I can’t find it!” Gore’s voice could be heard.

“CRAP! I must have taken it home with me! Yes, I know it can’t wait till tomorrow! Alright just have him come to my apartment at eight. I’ll have it ready for him!” Deveraux said into the phone. She frowned at it when Gore hung up.

“What's the matter?” Orlando asked. Deveraux looked at him.

“Nothing! I just have to go home and find that paperwork.”

“You don’t know where it is?” he asked, gathering up the pile of clothes.

“Of course I do!” she said, rolling her eyes.

“WHERE DID I PUT THAT PAPERWORK?!” Deveraux cried at seven forty-five as she ran down the hall. She had been looking for it since they had gotten home at seven o’clock. Deveraux rummaged through the papers on the dining room table.

“Why did I have to throw it down?!” she exclaimed, running back to her room. Orlando could hear the sound of things being thrown about. She came barreling back up the hallway.

“Stop!” he said gripping her shoulders.

“I can’t, I have to find it!” she said, trying to get away. Orlando pulled her against his chest and held her there.

“You’ll find it! Just have a seat and calm down!” He said. Deveraux allowed him to push her into a chair because her brain ceased working the moment his arms wrapped around her. She laid her head on her arms for a few moments. She must have fallen asleep because when a knock sounded at the door she jerked up. She blinked as Orlando moved across the room to answer the door.

"Johnny, its good to see you!” Deveraux heard a low reply.

Johnny... that name was supposed to mean something. She had to find something. The fog of sleep cleared and she remembered.

“THE PAPERWORK!” She cried, jumping up and sending her chair toppling over. She turned to go down the hall but tripped on the chair. Orlando caught her before she could fall.

“Stop with the touching!” she yelled batting his hands away. Every time he touched her she had a 'Duh' moment and now wasn’t the time for one. Orlando let her go and she dashed down the hallway. He grinned when he heard her shriek. Deveraux ran back up the hallway.

“Why can’t I find that paperwork? I bet it was one of those gnomes that steal your socks out of the dryer...” She mumbled as she passed the amused men. She again rummaged through the papers on the table. She kept on mumbling to herself, ignoring their presence.

“I need a cookie!” She announced and went into the kitchen. Johnny looked over at Orlando.

“Is she always like this?” he asked. Orlando sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Well the depends...." he said grinning.

"On?" Johnny asked, brow raised in question. Deveraux came out of the kitchen, a box of cookies tucked under her arm.

"Whether or not she can find her cookies..." He answered, causing Johnny to laugh and shake his head. Orlando stopped her as she made to move past him. She knocked his hands away again.

“Again with the touching! I have to find the stupid paperwork!” she said, popping another cookie in her mouth.

“Go sit down. I found the paperwork while you were asleep.” He said, taking her cookies.

“But–but… where did you find it?” she asked, slumping in defeat.

“It was on the couch. Now go sit down, love. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can go to dinner.” Orlando said, nudging her towards the couch.

“Who said anything about dinner?” She asked, looking at him in utter confusion. Orlando raised his brow and sent her a look.

“Fine! Give me my cookies!” Deveraux said, snatching the cookies from under his arm. Orlando winked at her.

“Rude sex god! Didn’t even introduce me to Johnny Depp!” She grumbled, turning away.

“What was that?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Nothing! Just talking to myself!” Deveraux said with a nervous giggle. She ran to the couch to wait patiently.
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