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AN: Alright, chapter 3 everyone. I've had lots of people reading this story, but not enough reviews. It would really be great if I could hear from those that read the story and like it.

EMPOV

I quickly hopped out of the shower knowing full well I was going to be late. Ahh, they'll survive, I thought. I quickly threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and made my way out of my room.

Edward did a double take when he saw me. "Your still here? Aren't you late?"

"Yeah, I am, but what's new? I'm taking off right now anyway." I grabbed the keys to my jeep and wallet and walked towards the door. "Oh, by the way, Jasper said not to worry about dinner tonight. Said something about picking up pizza and meeting here by 6"

"Gotcha, I'll be here" said Edward.

I quickly hopped into my jeep and barreled down the highway. I quickly reached TeaseMe Entertainment and ducked inside to the second floor. I made my way to the make-up room and sat down in a huff.

"Well, good morning McCarty," said Julia. "I didn't think you'd make it in today, I was expecting a call in from you."

"Nah, not today Jules. I'm trying to be good by making it to work today." I replied.

"You almost succeeded. You were still late. Now hold still so I can start working on that flawless face of yours"

I gave Julia a huge grin. "Awwww, thanks! I always knew you had a crush on me. There really was no use in hiding it, I can see right through you."

She looked back at me and smirked. "As hard as this is to believe, I think your cute, but just not my cup of tea. It's nice to see you trying though."

"Ah, well, you can't blame me for trying. But, if you ever do decide to date guys, promise me you'll find me first. I'd love to be the guy to awaken your eyes..." I said. I knew Julia was a lesbian, but still, I wanted to try to see if I had what it took to turn her back around. Although, it wouldn't really hurt if I could sit in on one of her...

"So, why this sudden change of heart? Why are you trying to be good? Does this have something to do with your short, cute, black haired co-star?" Julia stood scrutinizing my face.

Crap. There was no use lying.

"Maybe. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, well, I've already spoken to her and I should warn you, I don't think she's your type." She looked up at me and smirked.

"Aw, hell no. Why are all the good ones gay or taken?! How fair is that? So I suppose you asked her out?" I hung my head down and started wondering why I had grabbed this gig in the first place.

"What?! Just because I spoke to her and I tell you she's not your type, you automatically assume she gay or taken? I'm offended."

"O.k...so your telling me you didn't walk over to speak with her to find out for yourself so you can have first dibs on her?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"No, I didn't say that," she said looking away from my face. "I had to try. I mean, have you seen her? She's just too cute to pass up."

"I know! That's why I'd like to get to know her. So what do you mean she's not my type? If she's not married or gay, then the rest are my type." I said. I've never known a woman that could pass me up or that I couldn't handle.

"Ummm, well, she's just got a lot of energy. I can't see you putting up with someone like that. She needs a lot of attention. Very hyper, but nice; and beautiful. If you're willing to try..." she didn't finish her sentence.

"Yeah, I'm willing to try. I mean, I have to try. You never know." I looked down at the floor, lost in my thoughts.

"Your ready Em. You look great." She gave me the best smile that she had.

"Hey, Jules, do you think she's the one? I mean, I would never tell this to the guys but I'm so tired of fruitless dating. All these women that I find are so empty and shallow. It's just tiring."

"Listen Em, I don't know if she is or not. But, you'll never know if you don't try. Let me know how it turns out."

I got up from my seat and gave her a hug. "Thanks Juju, your the best."

APOV

"NNNNNNOOOOOOO!! Why am I wearing this hideous thing? It doesn't even feel like real silk." I couldn't believe that the costume director had gotten me to put this 'thing' on my body. Her argument was that it wasn't going to be on me for too long anyway, so just to suck it up. It was an awful imitation of a french maid costume. Ugh. Can it get any worse?

"Hey Alice, is everything ok here? It sounds like you just got your heart broken."

I looked up and there stood my co-star in a business suit. Emmett was really a good looking guy, I thought to myself. We were acting out this french maid fantasy and I was supposed to act like I'm cleaning up my boss' house (Emmett) when things would get steamy. At this rate, I'll be rushing through my lines just to get this itchy costume off of me.

"No, it's not ok. This dress is itchy and the fabric practically burns my skin. If I had more time, I would've designed my own dress. I look horrible in it."

Emmett turned to look me up and down. When he met my eyes, he lifted up one eyebrow and said, "Are we looking in the same mirror? Because I think you look fabulous in that dress."

I rolled my eyes as I looked at him. "I'm not talking about my body. I mean, my boobs are about to pop out and if this dress gets any shorter, I might as well just come out naked. I'm talking about the material of the dress. It's just. all. wrong!"

Usually, when men see me rant about clothing, especially the material, I scare them off. It's not intentional, it just happens. So I was pleasantly surprised to see that Emmett held a wide grin on his face.

"You are one strange little pixie. As much as I would love to sit here and talk shop with you, I believe we're up."

He extend his bent arm to me and I took it. We walked over to the place where they had the scene already set up for us.

I picked up the feather duster that I would be using as my prop and stood by the book case. The scene we were playing out was going to be held in Emmett's supposed home office. I was to be dusting his books and such when he came home from work and found me there.

As soon as Emmett and I were in our positions, the director yelled action.

I was busy dusting the books, making sure to bend over as far as humanly possible when Emmett walked in the door. After I made sure he got an eyeful of my ass, I stood up and looked at him. He answered me with a huge, seductive smile. Oh. My. God. When he wanted to be charming, he sure could pull it off. I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"CUT!" yelled the director. "Alice Brandon, what the hell happened?"

"I'm so sorry, I forgot my line." How in the world could I forget my line?! I didn't have very many to begin with!

"Ok, well, are you ready now?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Sorry."

I took a glance over at Emmett. He wasn't even looking at me, he was looking over at Julia, his makeup artist.

Hmmm...funny but from the conversation I had with her earlier, I could've sworn she was gay. Maybe I was wrong. What am I thinking? He's probably not even interested in me. I need to concentrate on the task at hand.

After setting ourselves up again, the same scene was played and Emmett again strolled in, with the same look in his face. But this time, I was ready.

"Oh, hello Mr. Smith. I'm sorry for being in here, but I was just cleaning. I'll be on my way."

"No, no, it's totally fine. Please finish what your doing. I'll just stand here and inspect from behind."

I turned around around and couldn't help but smirk at the corny line. I continued to dust the bookshelf while continuing to bend my body in ways that no normal maid would ever do. Then I felt two strong hands grab me by my hips. I knew it was Emmett, but it still shocked me. I expected to feel...I don't know. Something. Anything. But I just felt two strong hands. I turned around to face him.

"Mr. Smith, what are you doing? Is there something else you needed help with?" I batted my eyelashes at him and gave him my best seductive smile. He pulled me into his body and started kissing my jaw, making his way down to my neck while grabbing my ass and pushing me to him. I felt him harden through his pants and realized that he was a big boy in all the right places.

"Yes, actually, I do need help. I need someone to suck on my dick and fuck senseless. Do you know of anyone that can help me with that?"

"Oh, well, I am your maid and I am here to clean up all sorts of messes and take care of things for you. I would be happy to take care of it for you."

He continued groping me as I threw my head back so he could continue to kiss down my neck and make his way to my breasts. One hand was on my ass and the other was kneading my right breast. His hands were so soft and gentle, considering what a big man he was. We quickly threw each other's clothes off and when I got to his pants and undid them, I wasn't surprised to find he had gone commando. I was surprised to see that I was indeed right about his length. He was definitely huge and erect. As soon as I made my way to kneel in front of him, the director yelled "Cut!"

Emmett helped me to stand and we spoke to the director for a couple of minutes. After that, it was just Emmett and I.

"Well, that was a great scene, huh?" He said.

"Yes, it definitely was. So I guess tomorrow we'll be doing the more intimate scenes?" I asked. I studied Emmett as we casually spoke about the events for tomorrow. There was something about him that made me feel so relaxed. He was smart, funny and very handsome. Plus, he was in my line of work, which was easier to date than the general public. I recalled some of my other dates that didn't turn out so well when they found out what I did for a living. I shuddered. But Emmett really was different from everyone else. I'm not sure if there was sexual chemistry between us, but we could work through that, right?

It was settled. If Emmett wasn't taken, then I would make a beeline straight for him. I'd be stupid not too.

"Alice?" he said.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry Emmett. What did you say?"

"I just said that it's getting late and you must be needing to get home before your boyfriend starts to worry about you."

Was this his way of asking me if I had a boyfriend? Now's my chance.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend. Not at all. I'm as free as a bird. What about you?"

He looked at me and smiled. "Nope, no girlfriend either. So, maybe we can go out for some drinks or something a little later?"

I smiled at him. "That would be great, but actually, I've got a date tonight with some girlfriends. But, we could plan it for another night?" I really hoped he wouldn't think I was flaking on him. But, I always did like the motto, Chicks before Dicks. And I definitely needed my girlfriends now.

"No problem. Maybe when we wrap up this little movie?" he said with a grin.

Ok, good. He didn't look upset. "Great, I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Goodnight Emmett."

"Goodnight, little pixie." and then he was off.

I strolled over to the showers and got in. I stood there, letting the warm water hit me, thinking about my whole day. Oh man, I really needed to speak to my girlfriends...Now.

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