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Love Orlando's reactions!
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Thanks again to all of you for the favorable reviews this story has recieved so far. I guess I can make some people happy by continuing...so that's what I'll do. 
Chapter 3
Charlie’s POV
The idea was for him to treat us to an ice-cream, for us to thank him and say goodbye and for me and Tessie to roam the rest of the park and go back to our hotel for dinner. Yup, that was the plan.
My plan, not his. As it turned out to be, he had a different agenda and for some undisclosed reason, it had something to do with sticking to us like glue. He still is.
Please, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. Not at all. I’m just, well, surprised I guess. Both by his apparent need to spend time with a previously anonymous woman and her niece, but even more so by his attitude.
Again, don’t get me wrong, but as a DJ I’ve had my share of interviews and guest hosts and in that vicinity I’ve been propositioned by a rocker old enough to be my father, groped by a young new stud on the block and generally talked deaf by overzealous egos or whimpering babies. So maybe that’s why I kind of started to expect things like that to happen around people of some fame.
Instead, I have to admit, Orlando is like a breath of fresh air. He’s relaxed, yapping on like I’ve known him all my life, not in the least bit snobbish and he has an amazing sense of humor, ranging from jokes only appealing to Tessie and more subtle ones for the two of us.
Right now, we’ve left Magic Kingdom and are currently strolling through the Downtown Disney area. One thing I’ve found out about Orlando is that he has an appetite bigger than Tessie’s. He really eats all the time! Why it doesn’t show on his lean body is a miracle to me, but I swear it’s true. Since we’ve eaten our ice-cream, he shared a huge box of popcorn with Tessie (I couldn’t stomach another bite of anything), accompanied it with a strawberry smoothie and right now, he’s practically dancing his way through ‘Disney’s Candy Cauldron’, high on the smell of sugar only.
Without remorse, he’s flinging toffees at my shrieking hyped up niece. The stern lady behind the cash register gave an honest attempt to stop the total demolition of her working space, but all the man (using the term very lightly here) had to do was sign his autograph on a flyer and give her his best grin (which, I admit, is enough to floor a mammoth) and he got carte blanche!
As for me? I’m ducking for cover (never been much of a hero) behind a chocolate stand and holding my stomach not to burst out laughing. If only his fans could see him now. Strangely, as of yet, his identity remains blissfully unnoticed.
Finally, he gets enough, but not before buying himself a humongous bag of jelly-beans, a bag of toffees (the ones not currently residing all over the floor) for Tessie and a beautiful box of handmade Belgian chocolates for me, offering it to me in a mixture of total come-on and apology. Complete with those puppy-eyes again.
That does it. I’m in love. Can I keep him? Can I, can I? You don’t even have to gift-wrap him, I’ll eat him right here!
On the party-train goes, Orlando walking in the middle of us, right hand holding Tessie’s and the other arm casually flung over my shoulder. Not giving it a second thought, I snake my right arm around his waist, letting my hand rest casually on his cute ass. Okay…I did give it some thought, but I hope I can fool an actor with some amateur acting of myself.
If he minds, he doesn’t let on. He only turns to me and smiles, making me burst out in another fit of giggles as his normally white teeth show all colors of the rainbow and then some due to his jelly-bean intake. As predicted, that bag didn’t stay sealed off for more than thirty seconds.
For a moment, we’re in a fairytale world of our own, until I notice that, for the second time today, I’ve lost track of the kid. The other kid.
“Oh no, where’s Tessie?”
Instant guilt crosses Orli’s face as he realizes too late she’s let go of his hand. Frantically, he looks around, then sighs of relief as he spots the little runaway heading for the ‘Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique’.
I groan. Not only do I loathe to go inside of a kiddies version of heaven, making it an adults version of hell, I also remember telling Tessie before we got here she shouldn’t count on expensive souvenirs. This trip has already cost me plenty and I simply can’t afford it. Nor do I feel like dressing her up like Belle (her current favorite of all Disney princesses) only for her to grow out of both preference and dress in no time.
But I have no choice if I don’t want to lose track of her yet again. Orlando, bless his long legs, sprints after her before my own body can respond and catches her right outside the door. For the first time today, she works herself up in a total tantrum, but for some reason, Orlando doesn’t even flinch as he gently but firmly grabs two flailing hands in his own to prevent her from hitting him. Like a balloon coming into close contact with a needle, Tessie deflates, only some residual tears streaking her cheeks.
Still very gentle, Orlando draws her into a hug and I have to swallow away a little pang of jealousy. Coming closer, I can just overhear their conversation.
“Running away again, aren’t we?”
“I…I…w-wanted to see p-pretty dresses.”
“I know sweetie, but you should have asked your auntie first.”
“S-she would just say no.”
She’s right about that. Why take her into some store if you’re not planning on getting her anything? Come on people, I’m on a budget here.
“That’s no reason for you to get mad like this, young lady.”
Oh-oh, forgot to warn Orlando for the Riordan women’s stubborn streak. Her chin held up in clear defiance, she declares:
“I want to be a princess. I want a yellow dress like Belle.”
In a moment, her bottom lip will start to wobble and she’ll give you a look that would make any social worker within a ten mile radius call the cops on me with a warrant for my arrest for serious child-neglect. Since Orli can sport the same expression, I seriously hope he’ll recognize it for the act it is.
Sadly, it seems he hasn’t spent too much time with the scheming mind of a six-year old. Manipulative little critters they are. The idiot falls for it. Oh yeah, that niece of mine’s got him wrapped around her grubby little finger.
Again, if I ever find out her secret…
Lifting the girl in his arms, Orli struts over to me in much the same manner as hours before. He puts Tessie down and after a firm warning not to wander away again lest she wants to be brought back straight to her room without dinner, he turns to me.
“Look, Charlie, I don’t want to undermine your authority or anything and if you say no, it’s still no, but I wouldn’t mind getting her one of the dresses she has her heart set on.”
“Orli, again, that’s very sweet of you, but I can’t afford it and I don’t want her to grow up thinking that all she has to do is pout to get her way.”
He grins. “Why not? Works for me too.” Oh, I wanna slap him. And kiss him. Can’t decide.
That’s when he throws me a curveball I hadn’t seen coming in a million years.
“Besides, it’s something to prevent her from being jealous when I take her auntie out to dinner tonight.”
“…” Now how does one respond to that?
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Chapter 3b
Orli’s POV
Still driven by an instinctive desire to spend more time with these two beautiful girls, I find myself dragging on the ice-cream experience for as long as I can, before just as casually inviting them over to go to the one ride I simply can’t miss, which of course is “Pirates of the Caribbean”. I’m met by a cheer of joy from the small one and a sigh of reluctant defeat from the somewhat bigger one. Thrown off guard for a moment, I scan her face for some real annoyance, only to find her giving me a small smile which sends a happy shudder down my back.
So we proceed to the attraction which ultimately gave my career the biggest push so far. And have a blast. I thank my acting abilities as Tessie gets to choose the next thing to do and we end up in the teacup-ride. Needless to say, we had a blast. I’m a preteen at heart, so sue me.
Result of it all is that, several hours, a box of popcorn and one smoothie later, neither girl even seems to remember we didn’t arrive here as a party of three. Which is a good thing. A damn good thing.
When we’ve consumed all we can stomach involving twists and turns, I suggest we head out to the Downtown Disney area. Two cheers affirm my idea this time. I knew I was making progress! Hurray for me!
As in silent agreement, we track down the candy shop first. Ever had a toffee fight? You ought to try it out, it’s fun. The way Charlie seeks refuge behind a chocolate stand gives one perpetually horny guy like myself a great view of a nice rounded ass. If I’m drooling, I can always chalk it up to the other candy in the store.
We call it even after a while and I make up for a guilty conscience by buying the child princess a bag of non-crushed toffees and the grown princess a big box of fine Belgian bonbons. She looks genuinely touched at the offer. Another step closer to my goal, though I’m not quite sure what that is yet.
With Tessie clinging to my right hand, I dare to drape my left arm across Charlie’s shoulders, rejoicing in the fact she doesn’t attempt to shrug it off.
Instead, she nearly sets me on fire when her right arm comes around my middle, to end up with her small hand resting comfortably on my right buttock. I’m in heaven. I grin at her and she snorts. Only then does it occur to me that the candy I already devoured must make my mouth look like I bit down a Picasso. Still, if she wants to lick it off…oops better leave the bad train of thoughts for a private moment without the presence of a six-year old.
Speaking of which…
Holy mother of God, she’s disappeared again! How do they do it? Why didn’t I notice she let go of my grasp? Oh right, a man’s mind has different priorities.
“Oh no, where’s Tessie?”
In an instant, her expression changes from pleasant to worried and I feel sick with guilt for letting go of the little girl. I turn my head every which way until, thank God, I spot her violent pink shirt running to the Walhalla of every little girl: The ‘Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique’. How do they come up with these names?
Next to me, Charlie groans and I can understand the sentiment. It’ll be a very hard try prying that one out of the building once surrounded by nothing but temptation. Expensive as this place is, I doubt she would be able to afford the dress-up. Really, those prices are exorbitantly high.
Yet, resigning herself to the inevitable, she follows me as I sprint to catch the girl before she can vanish in the midst of hundreds of kids just like her. As I reach her, she turns into a full grown banshee, aiming to kick and hit me. Trying not to really hurt her, I enclose my hand over both of hers so she can’t strike out. She must realize she can’t win, since she slumps down in defeat. The epitome of defeat that is. Little comedian.
Still, I hug her to me. Being so close and being forced to give up must wreak havoc on the kid and one can’t blame her for her attempt. However, I have to try and talk some sense into her, no matter how doubtful it is I’m the right person for the job.
“Running away again, aren’t we?”
“I…I…w-wanted to see p-pretty dresses.”
No surprise there.
“I know sweetie, but you should have asked your auntie first.”
“S-she would just say no.”
She would, but how to explain the unfairness of adult finances to a girl her age? Impossible. I’m so not going there. Besides, this girl is still not off the hook for running away and scaring her aunt twice in the course of a few hours. And for attempting to hurt me. That wasn’t fun either.
“That’s no reason for you to get mad like this, young lady.”
To my surprise and carefully hidden admiration, this thick-skulled young lady won’t budge an inch. Proud little head held high, she states:
“I want to be a princess. I want a yellow dress like Belle.”
Yellow dress huh? The girl’s got taste. And is currently giving away an Oscar-worthy performance, complete with sagging shoulders and trembling lips. And even though I know I’m fooled, I can’t resist. And the demon child knows it too. Bugger.
Very well, if a yellow dress is what the lady wants, a yellow dress it shall be. Hefting Tessie in my arms, I take her over to where her aunt is silently watching our conversation. My back thanks me as I drop her on her own two feet and give her a serious stern warning not to go anywhere unless she wants to suffer the consequences. I dare to turn away from her to address Charlie, knowing I have to use every skill I have to persuade her. If I play my cards right, this might turn out for the best.
“Look, Charlie, I don’t want to undermine your authority or anything and if you say no, it’s still no, but I wouldn’t mind getting her one of the dresses she has her heart set on.”
She hesitates, understandably. She’s probably wondering if there’s a catch. And she’s right to wonder. There is.
“Orli, again, that’s very sweet of you, but I can’t afford it and I don’t want her to grow up thinking that all she has to do is pout to get her way.”
Now where have I seen that method before? Oh right, I’ve patented it. “Why not? Works for me too.”
The award is another priceless look. Time to bring out the big guns.
“Besides, it’s something to prevent her from being jealous when I take her auntie out to dinner tonight.”
“…” Complete and utter surprise…I think I won this round.
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Just shows that guys never grow up!
But who wants to be all fuddy-duddy adult like 
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Wow! I just love how you girls gush about my story...so I have to publish another chapter. THE DATE !!! 
Here we go! 
Chapter 4
Charlie’s POV
“This is ridiculous” I mumble as my hands are too shaky to zip up my little black dress. What it was that triggered me into stuffing the thing in my suitcase before coming here I don’t know, but I’m grateful for it. At least I’ll have something appropriate to wear for my dinner date with Orlando freakin’ Bloom.
Of course I said yes, what did you think? After getting Tessie her beloved yellow dress (including a rhinestone covered tiara and sandals) she was appeased enough not to throw another tantrum when I told her a hotel-provided babysitter would watch her for the night as I was going out. Orlando distracted her from her momentarily peeked interest into my adult private life by setting her on the stool in front of a professional make-up artist to have her hair done Belle-style. Thus enthralled by her own transformation, she let well enough alone.
Right now, she’s fast asleep in the adjacent bedroom while I’m primping like I’ve never primped before, going full stop. I hate primping, it’s never really been worth the pain and effort and believe me, I’m so hyped up right now that if my date doesn’t deliver, his next role will have to be a eunuch.
On the other hand, I can’t wait. Maybe it’s the sweetness covered interior of the place, maybe this ‘Disney Magic’ is a carefully constructed way of hypnotism, fact is, I’m more girly tonight that I’ve ever been in my grand total of twenty-nine years. Idly I wonder if Orlando’s primping too.
A knock on the door shakes me out of my stupor. I glance at my watch and smile. Gotta hand it to the place; they are punctual. I open the door and a girl about my own age smiles pleasantly and introduces herself as ‘Irene, babysitting service’. A sigh of relief escapes me. She looks capable enough and thank God she’s not just a spring chicken herself. I explain some basic ‘regarding Tessie-rules’ and she quietly convinces me she’s heard it all before. After kissing my still sleepy niece and giving Irene my cell-phone number, I head out the door and take the shuttle bus to Downtown Disney yet again, where Orlando said he would be waiting for me.
Indeed he is, leaning casually against the entrance arch, grinning like the cat who caught the canary as he sees me walking up to him. He’s dressed in black slacks and a royal blue button down shirt, a leather jacket flung over one shoulder like a modern James Dean. The overall picture is the epitome of carefully studied nonchalance. Even the fact he hasn’t been near a razor in days or a hairdresser in quite a few weeks only adds to his allover yummy-ness.
In other words: I’m in serious need of a bib.
He drinks in the sight of me like a starving man, but I don’t mind since I’m doing the same to him. I’m quite flattered he seems to be impressed. Guess the primping is already starting to pay off.
He bends over to kiss me softly on my cheek. “You look lovely,” he purrs. Yes, he’s purring, there is no other way to describe the low rumble of his voice. I’m definitely the canary to his cat, ready to be eaten.
“So do you,” I reply honestly and I’m rewarded with another radiant smile. This man could easily light up the entire namesake city around him with that grin. Though technically we’re not in Orlando. Or Orlando in me…hold that thought.
“You hungry?” His question comes out a little too raspy and before I can even look up, I know I’m caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. My cheeks are burning beet red. Oh well, might as well add insult to injury then.
“Quite frankly, I’m working up an appetite.”
Hah! Tables are turned expertly if I may say so myself. Now it’s his turn to hide a blush. And something else too…poor thing, we haven’t even had our dinner first. And making out on an empty stomach…not a good idea.
“Very well then, let’s go see what we can do about it.”
He clasps my hand in his and takes me to ‘The House of Blues’. As every other place in this area, it’s big, but it has a relaxed atmosphere, bringing the guests back to times long gone when good music was still good music. I remember telling him a little about my radio show and about the fact I’m very sorry some of the great musicians of all time are no longer with us today.
He must have been paying closer attention than I thought. How else would he know I’d love a place like this?
We both order a drink from the waiter rushing to our sides and I lean back, letting the soft jazzy tunes of the live band waft over me.
“So I guess you like my choice of restaurants?”
“I love it. Thanks for taking me here.”
“You’re welcome my lady.”
Our drinks arrive and we toast to the evening. As Orlando scans the menu, I have to admit I could use a bite to eat myself. We place our orders and lean back again, Orlando once again asking me about the rock stars I’ve interviewed in the line of work. When our plates are put in front of us and our glasses are refilled, I change the subject to his movies and the friends he’s made.
I love to hear him talk about the Hobbits, about Viggo…his eyes shine with mirth as he recalls the stupidities Elijah got them into. Secretly I suspect it was all his doing though… if his behavior of this afternoon is anything to go by.
By the time desert comes around, I’ve decided that for once, a date was worth the effort a woman puts into making herself presentable. He’s sweet, entertaining, caring, gallant and utterly, completely gorgeous. I’m in over my head.
And that’s before he spoon-feeds me this lovely, thick smooth piece of double chocolate mousse cake. Then he takes a bite himself, letting his tongue swirl around the spoon in a perfect example of what I hope he wants to do with me later. He closes his eyes momentarily and again produces that purring sound deep in his throat. Mine goes dry as a reaction, while in several other places I break out in a sweat. Never in my life have I been boiling jealous of a kitchen utensil. When he opens his eyes again and focuses them on me, the heat is palpable. I feel like I’m drowning in the deepest colors of brown. The food, his eyes…
Can’t get any better, you say? I’d say you’re right. But am proven wrong yet again. His voice is husky as he stands, holding out his hand to me.
“Charlotte…may I have this dance?”
I’m honestly not sure if I can still stand, but how can I refuse an offer like that? Not trusting my vocal chords, I simply nod and wobbling severely, I place my hand in his and follow him out to the small dance floor.
The band strikes up a soulful romantic song and Orlando draws me closer to his chest. Without actually hearing the melody, I allow Orli to take the lead. Gently we sway to the sounds of the piano and guitar, with him tugging me closer and closer until our lips are only half an inch apart.
The purr turns into a soft moan before he crosses the last gap in a kiss which exceeds any expectations I ever dared to have about the perfect kiss.
Idly I wonder how late these babysitters still work, before the tip of his tongue begs for entrance and all coherent thoughts fly out of the window.
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Chapter 4b
Orli’s POV
When asking a lady out and you want to make a favorable impression, it’s all about what you’ve learned from her so far. And what I remember is her obsession with music, of all kinds and ages. So already I found the perfect place for our date.
Another thing to do is dress up for the occasion. Tonight, my outfit consists of a pair of sleek black pants and my second to one favorite shirt. My favorite being so blindingly yellow it earned me more than one reprimand from my mom, my sister, my agent and everybody else who’s supposed to love me. They say it’s because they love me…I’m not sure if I believe them.
Anyway, this blue one is nice too and after putting on my necklaces, watch and some cologne (deciding not to shave as several fan girls seem to like a little five-o-clock shadow) I’m ready to go.
I get there minutes before she does. She insisted on us meeting here instead of me picking her up like I wanted to, explaining she wanted to spend some time alone with Tessie to assure the kid she hasn’t totally forgotten about her.
When she steps off the shuttle bus and spots me, her smile fills my heart and lifts my spirits to an even higher level. She looks amazing in a little black dress with a low plunging V-lined back, hugging all the right curves of her petite body.
Yes, I know I’m a pervert, I told you already. But in my defense, she’s doing an amazing job of sizing me up too.
Being the gentleman I’m trying my hardest to be tonight, I bend over and place a kiss on her cheek, sniffing up a whiff of delicate perfume as I do so. “You look lovely,” I tell her in what is my most seductive voice. I think she’s impressed.
“So do you,” Is her silent reply and I can’t help but grin, both at her compliment and the way she can’t hide the fact she’s undressing me with her eyes on the spot, no doubt thinking very naughty thoughts. It’s okay, so am I.
“You hungry?” Catch the double meaning here? I’m sure she does when her head snaps up. Caught in the act. She’s blushing furiously and deliciously and my inner temperature rises another ten degrees. Still, her comeback catches me completely by surprise.
“Quite frankly, I’m working up an appetite.”
If I were a teakettle, I would whistle as my blood reaches boiling point. So here I am trying to cover both obvious reactions to her flirting. The bubbling blood has also reached some nether regions by now. And we haven’t even started this date yet.
“Very well then, let’s go see what we can do about it.”
We have to get out of here before we get arrested for some serious public exposure. I grasp her hand and practically drag her over to my place of choice, which is ‘The House of Blues’. It doesn’t really have the secluded intimacy I was looking for, but one would never find a place like that in this artificial city. At least it shows I paid attention to what she was telling me about herself. Like I said, it’s important if you want to make a favorable impression.
The moment we step in, I know my choice was dead-on. She relaxes visibly and after ordering her drink, leans back in silent enjoyment. Needing verification as much as the next guy, I still ask her:
“So I guess you like my choice of restaurants?”
“I love it. Thanks for taking me here.”
“You’re welcome my lady.”
A comfortable silence sets down between us as I scan the menu for something which strikes my fancy, other than the lady sitting across from me. We place our orders and just because I love that amazing deep voice of hers, I ask her about her job again. I let her talk until out food arrives. Then she asks me about my time in New Zealand. I make her laugh as I tell her about the Fellowship and the trouble I’ve gotten us into. Of course I tell her all wrong-doings were solely Elijah’s. I’m not quite sure she believes me though, I mean, she’s witnessed me this afternoon…
We order desert and I feel content just looking at her. So far, this has been one of the best dates I’ve ever had, either in my student days or years of fame. For a change, I don’t have to put in a forced effort to keep the positive tension flowing. Nor do I have to overact. Charlie won’t expect me to, she’ll let me be me. It all seems to come naturally and I hope she feels it too. Tonight, I’m just Orli, a British wanker on vacation.
The double chocolate mousse cake we’ve both picked out arrives and I can’t help myself. With my spoon, I drag off a piece of all layers and hold it to her mouth. She takes it and closes her eyes in bliss. I gulp and take a piece myself, allowing my tongue to sweep it up in what I hope is a sexy manner. She’s right, it’s sinfully good. A sound escapes my throat as I revel in the rich taste.
When I focus back on her again, she looks like she’s starving, but I’m not sure it’s the cake she wants. Yet again, my simmering blood bubbles over.
I need to feel her against me, right now. Short of dragging her to my room and have my wicked way with her, there’s little else left to do but dance. So I stand and hold out my hand in invitation.
“Charlotte…may I have this dance?”
She nods silently and I detect a slight swaying when she stands and lets me lead her to the dance floor.
As if feeling the vibe, the band strums up a sweet soulful sound. I pull her as close as I can without her noticing the too obvious effect she has on me and gently we sway to the soft tunes, lost in our own little world.
Careful not to scare her, I let my hands wander down her bare back. She shivers deliciously and my eyes again find hers. The soft glow of the restaurant is reflecting in her eyes and I detect so much awe and wonder in their depths…I’m a goner.
Not a moment longer can I live without knowing what she tastes like; if she’s every bit as sweet as that cake was. A moan from deep within my chest escapes me right before I pull her even closer and capture those perfect lips in a kiss which sends me reeling before it even started properly.
She responds immediately and as she grants entrance to my tongue, all the world is lost on me…
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gosh this was a really good chapter. you have a nack for this. I swear you stalked my niece because she has done that exact same thing to me everyday this week. ha ha. i wonder what she will say???XD! KEEP IT UP!