Title: The House-Sitter
Author: Diana
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We all can dream and this is just a smidge of my fictional world.
Feedback: Yes please!

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Setting.........
It's late at night and Tracey is having a hard time getting to sleep knowing that she and Orlando are under the same roof.

Watching TV, reading, a few laps in the pool, listening to her favorite CD while taking a bubble bath didn't even make a dent in the anxiety Tracey was feeling.

She continued to aimlessly walk around her spacious room trying to think of a plausible excuse to go up and check in on Orlando, but nothing came to mind plus she'd already told him that if he needed anything to just look for her.

Tracey glanced over at the clock on her night stand and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Nine hours! He's been asleep for nine hours! Jesus, I told him to go rest not go into hibernation!", she whined, throwing her arms up. "What I should have said was...Hey Orlando, you look like you could use a nice massage...... at least that way, even if he fell asleep I would've been able to get my hands all over that yummy, hard body but NOOOO! I had to turn into little Miss Goody Two Shoes and tell him to run along and take a nap! UGHHHH!"

Angered by what she considered a missed opportunity, Tracey stormed off to take a cold shower. When she was done she slipped into a pair of panties and a t-shirt which was just long enough to cover them up then headed to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea to help calm her nerves. She knew she had to get some sleep some how, if only a little because facing Orlando in the morning with bags under her eyes just wouldn't do.

Tracey didn't bother turning any lights on because she could easily find her way around the mansion even blind-folded if she had to, but as she stepped through the kitchen's doorway she ran right into Orlando as he was walking out.

She screamed and jumped back, reaching for the lights to switch them on then sighed with relief when she saw who it was.

"Orlando! What are you doing lurking around in the dark!", she demanded to know, gripping her chest from the fright.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you but I wasn't lurking. I was thirsty, see? .", he stated holding up a bottle of water while trying to avert his eyes from her bare thighs while she tried not to stare at his bare chest. "I didn't turn on the lights because I couldn't find the switch."

"Oh. Well here they are!", she smiled, gesturing towards the wall like Vanna White hoping that didn't come out as lame as she sensed it did.

"Um....thanks.", he answered awkwardly. "I guess I'll go and.......unpack my stuff before it gets too wrinkled....or......whatever."

"Okay.", Tracey shrugged, while trying to think of something she could say to stop him from leaving. She couldn't offer him anything to drink, he already had that and if he'd wanted something to eat he would've gotten that too since the fridge was fully stocked.

"Orlando?", she called out with a touch of urgency in her voice. "Remember if you need anything....anything at all, my room's down that way...", she pointed, "three doors to the right."

"I'll remember.", he smiled then continued on his way.

Crestfallen, Tracey turned and went back into the kitchen, chiding herself for having sounded so desperate. "Why didn't you just flip up your shirt and flash the guy huh?", she mumbled taking out a cup and saucer from one of the cupboards.

After she prepared her tea, Tracey turned off the light and headed back to her room holding the hot drink in one hand while she kept the other one out-stretched just in case Orlando happened to be lurking around looking for light switches again. The last thing she needed was to spill her tea, burn the actor and get on his bad side but her short trip was uneventful and once she got to her room she dimmed the lights and curled up in an overstuffed chair.

Closing her eyes she smiled and in her head re-lived the seconds her body had made contact with Orlando's, never to know that he had been doing the very same thing in that instant.

With a mischievous giggle she started to picture them making out on the counter and then took a sip of her tea. Tracey's eyes immediately shot open as she carefully placed the cup and saucer on the small table next to her before shooting out of the chair to jump around frantically as she fanned her scorched tongue with her hands.

She ran into the bathroom and stuck her tongue out under the cool running water, sighing with relief when most of the pain subsided.

Shutting off the faucet she checked her tongue in the mirror and decided that if the cool water felt good then some ice would feel even better. When Tracey opened the door to her room to get some, she was shocked to see Orlando standing there with his fist raised as if he were just about to knock.

 

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