Page Six Chapter 5

Orlando Bloom is being named the ‘it’ boy. With movies with Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, and Heath Ledger under his belt, the wonder boy can do no wrong. Except when it comes to women. Word on the street is girlfriend, Kate Bosworth, is spitting mad that the beautiful English import has been spending a lot of quality time with the ‘it’ girl herself, Michelle Schrade. The pair, along with their hobbit friends were spied at a hot club in Vale having a very intense conversation. What happened on the dance floor is too graphic to be put in a family paper- so use your imaginations. It seems maybe Mr. Bloom is taking our advice.

She idly let her fingertip caress the top of the martini glass. She let her senses take in the atmosphere around her. Dom’s arm was around her chair, it was a comfort. He was attentive like that when he talked to her. He was an affectionate person and she loved that about him. Then again, at that moment he probably didn’t even realize where his arm had landed.

“So then I tell her, I’m sorry I’m not really that stupid, I just play it in the movies.”

She missed the joke, but the rest of the table was all laughter. Orlando was the only other one who seemed a little distracted. Then again, Elijah told her Orli had received a phone call from Kate that didn’t go well. As was Mike’s regular thing to do, she studied Orlando. It truly was getting to be a sad reality. He was currently smoking a cigarette he’d been working on for the past half hour. She knew it was killing her lungs, but lord he looked sexy as hell doing smoking. The urge to lean forward, let her head rest in her upturned hands and stare was overwhelming.

It truly was a sad moment.

She also noticed she wasn’t the only one paying attention the sex god that was Orlando Bloom. They had been at the club for a little over two hours and now there were five gorgeous girls up in VIP with them. The guys had spotted said girls and immediately had security invite them up. Melissa, Susie, Summer, Tanya and Stephanie all looked like they walked off the run way. It was an episode of ‘America’s Top Model’ and Mike knew she was no Tyra Banks. Though, she would honestly admit the girls were all sweethearts. She wondered if any of the girls actually believed this meeting would lead to something.

Mike had seen the nasty side of the business. She’d seen her friends use girls and even guys on the road. There were hoards of the same girls in each city. One of her first friends in the industry was apart of an illusive boy band. She’d seen just how many girls were ok with just one night. She wondered if these handsome men she’d come to call friends were the same way.

Still as attentive as Elijah, Billy and Dom were to the girls, Orlando was in a whole other world. She could only wonder what was going on in that head of his. Making eye contact from across the table she raised a brow. He shook his head and looked away.

She looked over the railing towards the main dance floor. The largest dance floor in the club where the ‘normal’ ‘everyday’ people got to party and let loose the stress. She looked towards the much smaller VIP dance floor which was empty. Being a ‘VIP’ sucked tonight for sure. Letting the music get into her body and brain she could only let the beat hypnotize for so long. She needed to dance. Music was her life and she’d always felt if she wasn’t playing or doing the vocals for it she needed to shake her thang.

That said she stood up, winking at Dom as he leaned in closer to the blonde, Summer. She didn’t bother to really make it known where she was going. She figured they all assumed she was heading to the bathroom.

She gave her bodyguard the heads up and headed down the stairs. She felt eyes on her before she even hit the last step. She’d spent so much of her time working out and perfecting her body that she was ok thinking for a moment that was what they were looking at. It was nice, especially on a dance floor. You didn’t need to hold a conversation; it was your body that did the talking. After spending time with 3 handsome guys and Mr. Sex-On-Feet himself, she had enough sexual frustration to get out; the music probably couldn’t keep up.

She did what she did best- she let it all go and let her body and the music do her talking. She was oblivious to everyone. She was only lost in the beat and letting her body free. Every nerve in her body was humming as she let all the tension, laughter, sexual frustration and anger out of her.

It felt damn good.

He saw her leave. He’d be in denial if he’d said he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Hell, he’d spent most of the night trying not to look at her. He wasn’t blind to how amazing she looked that night. He still couldn’t quite get past the contours of her stomach. He wasn’t sure it was legal to have a stomach that toned, yet so feminine.

Mike’s skirt was super short; her heels killer high, her top was sheer pink with embroidery with a pink corset underneath. Her hair was pin straight and her eyes she’d done in smoky makeup. She had looked like a million dollars when she’d been sitting down at the table. But nothing compared to her dancing in the middle of the dance floor- she was beyond a male’s dream come true.

“Well would you look at her.” Elijah said with a drunken giggle. His arm was around one of the girls, but his chin was resting on the balcony banister ogling Mike.

You know those moments where time stands still? The moments where no matter what the sound around you is you can hear a specific song? As if time stopped and your personal soundtrack started?

Lenny Kravitz’s “American Woman”, was an immediate song that came to mind as he watched her. Watching her sway her hips, flex her long legs, and seeing the firmness of those abs, he felt his palms begin to sweat. The words from that song came to mind; “Girl the lights can hypnotize, sparkle someone else’s eyes.” Out there on the dance the floor she looked like trouble. Though, he would admit, she was more trouble in t-shirt and jeans just smiling at him. Mike had an amazing way of making you feel like you’d known her all your life. She was easy to talk to and beautiful to look at. She was the type of girl when you started to spend time with her you noticed yourself taking more cold showers. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he knew then that she was trouble for him.

But he already had a lovely girl, lovely Kate. Who was sitting in her trailer mad as hell at him for being such a prick on the phone. Gossip surrounding her and her co-star had been getting to him. Jealous fool that he was, he thought maybe she was having thoughts about another guy, as he was prone to have about Mike.

He was a hypocrite. He knew that clearly enough. But the yearning wasn’t leaving. It was getting stronger. Mike was slowly hypnotizing him to be completely under her spell. The worst of it all, she didn’t even mean to. She didn’t even realize. He felt like he was cheating on his wonderful girlfriend. Every dream he had now, was a feature film about Mike.

The words broke him from his train of thought. His eyes searched and landed solely on the brunette, Stephanie. She looked him head on and he felt his blood begin to boil. He knew his eyes shone with the fire he felt.

All eyes lay on him. Billy was about to say something, if only to just calm the situation. He wondered what Orli was so upset about. He known he’d been in a foul mood, but to snap at one of the lovely girls? Didn’t make sense at all.

It was when she realized everyone was looking that Stephanie looked crushed. “I’m sorry, were you talking to me.”

“What did you just call Michelle?” The fire was only building and her feigning ignorance pushed a string he hadn’t realized was there.

“I didn’t say anything.” Stephanie said with a small smile, she looked around at the others in search of help.

"I don’t remember who invited you up here, but I’m sure they wouldn’t want to be in your presence if they’d know you’d disrespect our friend that way.”

Billy blinked; it wasn’t like Orli to be so very mean to someone. He looked to Dom, who he now noticed was equally as fired.

“Get your shite and get the hell out of here. You’re a rude one, you are.” Dom snapped and stood up as well. “I’m going down to Mike. Make sure she leaves, I heard it too Orli.” And with that Dom made his way to the dance floor.

“She called Mike a slut, Lij.” And with that Orlando stood up quickly, his chair falling in his wake. “Make sure she’s gone by the time I get back.”

It was close to an hour later when she returned to their table. She’d danced with Dom most of the time, and a little with Elijah. No one had told her of what had happened at the table. When she got back, no one mentioned there were two less girls. The brunette, Stephanie and her friend Susie were gone. She had only figured maybe the girls realized what they were getting into and bailed. For the most part she didn’t care. She just wanted to re-fuel before going back out there.

Orlando was the only one at the actual table so she sat down across from him. Again, he said nothing, his eyes everywhere but where she was sitting. A plan forming in her head she waited until he was looking at her.

Finally when his chocolate brown eyes focused on her she grinned like a cat that had drank all the milk.

Ignoring the appreciative shivers from the terminology, she leaned forward and grabbed the martini in front of her. She coyly played with the tooth-pick and olive. Biting her lip she sensuously ran her tongue over the olive and quickly sucked into her mouth. A small thrill of excitement overcame her at his quick intake of breath.

“Pardon?” He adjusted himself in his seat and wondered if the club had actually become a zillion degrees hotter.

“You’re that hot boy and I’m just the nerd in the corner. So, no, I don’t believe this would work.”

He was thoroughly confused and still trying to get over the olive trick, “What would work?”

“The pretend relationship I had with you in my head. Don’t worry, we broke up already.” She said it in complete seriousness. Shrugging, she took a long sip from her glass.

He was even more confused, but the slightest bit intrigued. “I honestly don’t know whether your crazy, or every mans dream.”

“But since, we, ugh…dated…. How was it?” If he could have heard himself he would have been mortified at how stupid he was for going along with her crazy line of thought.

His spat his drink out completely on himself. His eyes were bright and wide. Foolishly he was giddy to know she’d been thinking about their sex life too. But had to shake himself, this was just a game she was playing. And all he could do was games, he had an amazing girlfriend- or at least, that was what he was desperately trying to remind himself.

“How the hell can you judge….we haven’t even had sex!” He said the last part loudly enough for her bodyguard to look over in inquiry. His cheeks flamed at the realization of what he’d said.

She grinned broadly, “That an offer?” Seeing the expression on his face, her shoulders slumped, “didn’t think so.”

“By the way you dance. Now, Dom, he’d be an animal in bed.” Glancing over at the man in question, she purposely shivered. “Must get to that.” Fanning herself with a napkin she commented, “Is it getting hot in here.”

“Wait a minute, we haven’t danced!” He was beyond caring how stupid this sounded.

“You have no technique, like most hot guys. It’s a shame, cuz I’m sure those lips could do some damage.” Shaking her head, her eyes were glazed over in just the thought.

Foolishly he believed her to be reacting to thoughts of Dom. “Why don’t we try?”

“And I prove you wrong?” With every fiber of his being he was determined for her to know he was the best sex she’d never have, except for his dreams.

His eyes followed every line of her body, licking his lower lip he stood up himself.