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I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll
I hide behind a
smile as this perfect plan unfolds
But oh, God, I feel I've been lied
to
Lost all faith in the things I have achieved
And I

I've woken
now to find myself
In the shadows of all I have created
I'm longing to be
lost in you
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from
me

~Evanescence

Chapter 12

7:00 A.M.
(Morocco)

Thought I�d never get back to sleep after that dream.
What on earth was that all about anyway? I mean, I know what it was about
but, what made me have it? The kiss was beyond my wildest expectations but to
bring on that? Still makes me blush, even now. I must admit that I�ve
dreamed of Orli before but always just very general stuff, you know? Him on my
couch, sleeping, his tattoo peeking from under his shirt. Him standing in my
kitchen drinking coffee. Always general and innocent. Nothing like that. Ever.
The whole thing seemed so real that I was actually shocked to find myself alone
in my own bed when I woke up. Shower didn�t help either. Being naked and wet,
with the very real sense memory of his touch still echoing on my skin. Very
disturbing. Will I ever be able to look him in the face again? Guess I�ll have
to figure out a way to, since I�m here to be his assistant, huh? Be a bit tough
to be around him all the time without looking at him. Shit. Who am I kidding?
That�d be impossible.

Guess I�d better get myself dressed. Can�t just
stay here in my room for the rest of the trip. Can I? No. Even if I tried,
Orli�d never let me get away with it. Not to mention it would require some
detailed explanations that I�m not prepared to give. There�s the rose and card
he left for me. He�s so sweet. If I weren�t so careful, I�d have already fallen
for him. What a disaster that�d be. I don�t even want to think about it. I do,
however, need to make sure that he knows I�m not mad at him anymore, if I ever
really was to begin with. Maybe a bit scared after that kiss, but not mad. He
had an early call, which means that he�s already out where they�re filming
today, so I�ll be riding out there alone. Small blessings, huh? Especially since
I�m not sure if I could handle sitting next to him in the back of a limo right
now.

Anyway, let�s go see what I�m going to wear today. Wonder if Fiona
packed a nun�s habit? Not likely is it? Oh well�

8:00
AM

Finally ready to go. Got my trusty Dr. Pepper, which is like my
security blanket for some reason today. You�d think it was full of Vodka, the
way I�m sucking on it. There�s the driver, across from the lobby doors. Isn�t
that limo gorgeous? I love the classic black stretch they�ve given us to use
while we�re here. So old Hollywood.

The drive out to the filming site is
beautiful and I lose myself in thought as we drive, coming back to reality only
after we leave the main road and head into the maze of equipment trucks and
tents that comprise the location for today. The car pulls to a stop just outside
the large tent that�s been set up to shelter the cast while they aren�t needed
for shots. The driver puts the car in park and comes to open my door. As I step
out into the sun, I catch a glimpse of Orli, deep in conversation with someone.
At first I don�t recognize who it is, but as I draw nearer I see that it�s
Bryan. He and Orli are talking and laughing like old friends. Oh God! What in
the hell can they be talking about?

Can someone actually shrink into the
ground? Cause I�m really trying right now. Quick! Where can I hide? I dart quick
looks to either side, but I�m standing right out in the open. Might as well have
a huge neon arrow pointing right at my head. Maybe they won�t notice me. Yeah
right! In what world would I have luck like that? As if reading my thoughts,
Orli looks over and sees me.
"Baby! Over here." he says, with a broad smile and a wave.
Knew I�d have to face him sooner or later, I just didn�t expect to have an
audience. Least of all, and audience that knows me as well as Bryan does. I
smile weakly and walk over to join them, my feet feeling like lead weights.
"Mornin� luv," Orli says with a wink. "I was just chatting with your mate
Bryan here, letting him know that I�m not the huge wanker I came across as
yesterday." he says, grinning at Bryan conspiratorially.
"Hey Addy. This guy�s not so bad. Maybe your character judgment�s improved
some over the last few years, hmmm?" Bryan quips with a sly smile.
Orli glances from me to Bryan with a confused look, and I give a small thanks
to the powers above that there has been no apparent sharing of information here.
Elbowing Bryan in his ribs I say, "Um, yeah. Orli? I think they�re looking
for you on set. Why don�t we go check it out?" trying feebly to hide the blush
that has set my face afire.
That last thing might even be true, in fact it probably is, but at the very
least it�ll get these two apart.
"Sure, luv. Bryan, it was good to meet you, mate. Maybe we can all go do
something before we wrap here?" Orli says in his usual friendly manner.
"That would be great, Mr. Bloom. Just let me know when and where." Bryan
replies, calling Orli �Mr. Bloom� which nearly makes me laugh out loud.
"Please, call me Orlando," Orli says.
Bryan smiles, appreciative of this casual offer of intimacy, and says "Thanks
Orlando."
They shake hands and Orli and I start off toward where his next scene is to
be shot.

"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," he asks
curiously.
He had to mention last night, didn�t he? I feel the color return to my
cheeks yet again, and a light sweat breaks out on my upper lip.
"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." I reply, avoiding looking him in the eye.
That wasn�t too obscure, was it? We walk in silence for a few minutes, then
it occurs to me that I haven�t thanked him for the rose, or accepted his apology
for that matter.
"The rose is beautiful, Orli, and the card was a sweet gesture as well," I
tell him, sincerely.
He smiles and says "Glad you like it, baby. That rose is a�"
"Fire and Ice," I finish for him. "I know. It�s my favorite breed of rose." I
tell him, glancing over to see if he�d already known that, or if it was a
coincidence.
"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," he says, a secretive smile
playing across his lips.
So he didn�t know. And what does he mean that fire and ice reminded him of
me? Not sure if I�m flattered or offended, but if the smile on his face is any
indication, he meant it nicely.
"Well, thank you for the flower and the card. It was a lovely surprise," I
say, desperately wishing we could find a topic other than the events of last
night, since it seems to bring me back to that dream every time, which makes me
blush continually. I think I�ve been beet-red since exiting the limo a few
minutes ago.
As though reading my thoughts he says "Are you feeling ok, luv? You�re
looking a bit flushed today."

I�m fine until I start thinking of you naked�

"I feel great, Orli. Just a bit tired is all. Think you can get through
today without any melt-downs?" I ask with a cheeky grin.
Orli shoots me a look that�s adorable in its feigned anger and says, "Depends
on whether or not you go flitting off with some random bloke again, baby."
Though he keeps his tone light, his eyes indicate that he�s serious, and I
feel my blush deepen.
"Oh no. Not today, Orli. I�ll be at your side every moment," I say, not
realizing the interpretations that could be made from that statement.
"Brilliant, luv. You can help me with my trousers later, then." he quips and
chuckles to himself wickedly.
Good lord. Isn�t that a tempting thought�?

4:50
P.M.

Shooting was excellent today. Orli was as �on� today as he
was �off� yesterday. The entire crew was in a wonderful mood and we got quite a
lot done. As promised, I stayed with Orli throughout the day, which seemed to
add to his ability to concentrate. I am, however, letting him take care
of changing his clothes on his own. Can�t tell you the sordid thoughts I�ve had
since he made that comment, none of which involved helping him put on his
clothes.

Here he comes now. It shouldn�t be possible for someone to dress
that shabbily and still look that good. It�s just not fair.
He�s smiling at me as he walks up and says, "Heya, baby. Would you take a
drive with me? There�s something I�d like to show you."

There�s
something I�d like you to show me too�

Oh my! Need to stop that!
"Sure, Orli. Um�what is it?" I ask, unable to keep the curiosity out of my
voice.
"It�s a surprise, luv," he says with a mischievous grin.
My pulse quickens at both the sight of his smile and the lurid images my
imagination just produced.
"Ok. Are we taking the limo?" I ask.
"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?" he tells me as he leads me
over to a black Jeep Wrangler hardtop.
It�s a beautiful vehicle, and it�s brand new so it shines brightly in the
afternoon sun. Orli holds open the passenger door for me and I climb in. Once
I�m in, he closes my door and walks around to climb into the driver�s seat.
Starting the engine causes the CD player to come on and �It�s Been Awhile� by
Staind begins to play on the Jeep�s fabulous sound system.
"I love this song," I tell him and he reaches over and turns the volume up a
bit.
"Me too," he says and puts the car in drive, then pulls out onto the path
that�s been carved into the earth by all the vehicles involved with the film.
We drive along, both singing quietly until the song ends, then I say, "Ok,
Bloom. What�s this surprise you have to show me?"
He looks at me like he�s holding the secrets to the universe.
"You�ll see," he says and gives me a sly wink.
My patience being what it is, I sniff loudly, but I don�t ask again. Knowing
Orli, he wouldn�t tell me if his life depended on it. We pull out onto the road
that runs up the coast and he accelerates smoothly.
"This place is so beautiful. I never would have guessed Morocco would look
like this," I tell him while gazing at the ocean stretched out on the right side
of the road.
"Anything would be an improvement over LA, baby," he says sarcastically and
rolls his eyes with a dramatic flare.
"Watch it mister. I happen to love LA," I shoot back defensively.
LA gets such a bad rap, but there are a lot of good things there too. Things
you can�t find anywhere else.
"Yes. Brilliant innit, luv? I mean, what�s not to love? Smog, traffic, snobs,
phonies, the media, paparazzi�" he drones on and on.
I finally break in and say, "A bit early in the game to be so bitter, don�t
you think, Orli?"
After all, if it weren�t for LA, he�d not have a very promising film career
ahead of him.
"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?" he asks, looking over at me questioningly.
"Not hardly. Not really in by budget, you know?" I say, smiling at him
ruefully.
With a chuckle he says, "Oh yes, forgot about that, didn�t I?"

We
drive on a bit further, chatting about nothing in particular when he says, "Ok,
baby. Close your eyes."
After only a moment�s pause I obey him, closing my eyes tightly. I feel the
Jeep turn off the main road and I grab the door strap for balance, keeping my
eyes squeezed shut. We drive a bit further, obviously not on the paved road any
longer, and then I feel us draw to a halt. Orli kills the motor, leaving the
music on. The CD changer has moved on to Third Eye Blind, but I don�t recognize
the track that�s playing.
"Can I open my eyes now? It�s dark in here," I say with a giggle.
"Yes, luv, open them," he says, his husky voice close to a
whisper.

When I open my eyes, they go wide at the sight spread out before
me. We�re parked on a slight hill facing the water and the most beautiful cove
I�ve ever seen. It�s like something from a movie.
"I would tell you how beautiful it is, but words seem inadequate right now.
Thank you, Orli. Thank you for sharing this with me," I say, awe and gratitude
vying for dominance in my voice.
"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?" he asks
sarcastically, laughing at his own joke.
"Pipe down, Bloom. You�ll spoil it," I shoot back and we both laugh even
more. "Can we take a walk on the beach, Orli? I haven�t been in the sand in
years." I say, feeling suddenly very girlish.
"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, luv?" he asks
incredulously.
I look over to see if he�s being sarcastic again but I can see the honest
curiosity on his face so I answer as earnestly as I can, "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."

He listens to my rambling diatribe intently and when I�m done he
simply looks at me and says, "Bollucks."
Shocked at his use of this British curse I say, "Pardon me?"
"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?" he asks,
turning off the music, opening his door and stepping out of the Jeep.
I open my door and step out, almost running into him. He must�ve been coming
to open my door. Oops. Need to remember that this man�s a gentleman.
He quickly hides his frown and says, "Well? How long?"
Before I answer my mind drifts back to the last time I was on a beach and I
feel a stab of pain along with a touch of panic.
"It�s�um�been about five years, Orli. A long time�" I say, my voice catching
a bit.
He obviously senses that he�s touched on a sensitive subject and he nudges me
with his elbow saying brightly, "Well, you�re here now, so let�s enjoy it,
yeah?"
I smile at him gratefully and as we step out onto the sand I stop and take
off my shoes and socks, rolling my jeans up to keep them out of the water. Orli
follows suit-except for the socks, which he never wears-and we head down to the
water�s edge. We walk side by side for a few minutes, just chatting and pointing
out different pieces of the scenery. There�s a boat sailing out on the horizon
which prompts him to relate some of his stories from the filming of �Pirates�.
He really enjoyed that film and speaks highly of all his cast mates, especially
Johnny Depp. Says he learned a lot from the man. I�ve always enjoyed Johnny�s
movies, though I�ve not had the opportunity to meet him. He sounds like a great
person. Real character.

Speaking of characters, you should see Orli when
he is in one of his comic moods. He really has a great sense of humor and I find
myself laughing hysterically at his antics. I hope he�s able to do a comedy some
time. His comic timing and willingness to make a fool of himself sheerly for a
laugh make him a great candidate for it. I just hope he�s strong enough to stand
up to the industry and avoid that �heart throb� mess. We�ll see.

Eventually we walk back away from the water, far enough back that the
sand is dry and we can sit down. We�re facing the water and I see that the sun
is making its daily descent, sinking into the horizon. I gaze at it until Orli
breaks my reverie.
"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," he says, sounding almost wistful.
Looking around, I�m suddenly aware of how secluded this cove is and I begin
to feel a bit awkward. I look over to see him looking right back at me, his eyes
shining with an emotion I don�t quite recognize.
"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�"

Uh oh! Alarm
bells! Signal lights! Run! Now!!
"Ok. What did you want to talk about, Orli?" I ask, trying my best to look
like I have no clue where this is going.
Forcing myself to keep looking into his eyes, I wait to hear what he�s going
to say. To my surprise, he looks away first, looking out over the water and I
see a flush of color creep into his cheeks.
"Well�um�it�s just that�I," he stutters and I marvel at the fact that I�m
witnessing Orli at a loss for words for the first time since I met him.
"Would you like a cue card, Bloom?" I ask teasingly.
He grins, but still doesn�t look at me.
"This is a bit tougher than I�d thought, innit? What I�m trying to say is
that�I really enjoyed that kiss."
Now what am I supposed to say to that?

Me too. Shoulda seen the dream I had right after that, gorgeous�
"Um�thank you? I liked it too, Orli," I say, that awkwardness I mentioned
earlier growing by the second.
"I was wondering how you�d feel about�well�if we did that again? Often?" he
asks, obviously struggling with the discomfort of the situation.
"Often?" I ask, blushing furiously "What exactly are you suggesting, Orli?" I
say, needing to hear him say the words.
He looks back at me, his face set in a serious mask and says "You know what
I�m asking, luv. Would you consider seeing me? Dating, if you will?"
I can see the anticipation mixed with trepidation in his eyes, and I can�t
help the excitement hearing him saying it has caused in me, but I�m suddenly
transported back in time to that long ago beach and another beautiful sunset.
The parallel is far too close for my comfort and I feel the panic stir in my
chest again. That it was another beautiful man-another actor-that I shared it
with only fuels that panic and I�m suddenly very nauseous.
"You know I don�t date�"
Cutting in abruptly he says, "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, luv. 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?"
His eyes burn with a passion that I�d have written off as contrived just a
couple of days ago but I�m beginning to think maybe he isn�t as melodramatic as
most of his peers. Maybe he really is sensitive and emotional. For real. Someone
I could�NO!!! The last time I took my guard down and believed in that
kind of emotion it cost me my soul. I don�t have another to bargain with.
"Of course not, Orli, don�t be dramatic. You are more to me than just
an actor or 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," I say, looking
into those expressive brown eyes and seeing the disappointment shining in them.
It nearly tears the heart right out of me. It takes a minute before he
speaks, and when he does his voice holds a resignation I�ve never heard from him
before.
"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."
He smiles a warm but defeated smile and stands up. He offers his hand to help
me up and I take it, aware that there is, even now, a spark there when he
touches me.
Wondering what effect this conversation has had on our relationship I ask,
"So what now? Am I on a plane back to LA first thing in the morning? New room at
the hotel? What?"
His answering frown tells me that I�m the one being dramatic now and he says,
"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."
I�d known that his reply would be something close to this, but it does
comfort me to hear him say it. As crazy as he makes me, I really can�t imagine
my life without him in it. Not now. This must be what it�s like to be addicted
to hard drugs. You know what they�re doing to you, yet you can�t leave �em
alone. Hey! There�s an idea! I�ll start the Orlando Bloom twelve-step program
when I get back to LA. Not that it�ll work but hell, most rehab programs don�t
work anyway.

As I stand up, I brush the sand from my butt and we make
our way back to the Jeep. Orli holds open my door and I climb up into the
passenger seat, tossing my shoes onto the floorboard. Once I�m in he goes around
and climbs into the driver�s seat, starting the motor. The CD player comes back
to life and I hear �Away From Me� by Puddle of Mudd, another of my favorite
songs but a bit too close to home at the moment. We ride back to the hotel and
make our way up to the room in abject silence. Once inside the suite, we both
make slim excuses and head to our own rooms. How could either of us have thought
that nothing had changed?

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