Things were not going as planned on the set of 'Charmed'. Rose McGowan, who'd become somewhat of a prima Donna, had spent more time shouting at people than doing any work.
'Jesus,' Alyssa Milano hissed to herself, getting a coffee. 'Why doesn't she shut the fuck up?!'
'She thinks she should have special attention.' Said a voice behind her. She spun around and had to look up to see who was talking. A large man stood sipping his coffee by the wall.
'And why's that?' she asked, a little annoyed at this stranger listening to her.
'Because she's fucking the director.' He said matter of factly. 'She'll come over here and in the first sentence she'll say the words sleaze, bastard and slave.' Surely enough, she stormed over to the coffee table and mixed a coffee.
'That sleazy bastard thinks I'm his fucking slave!' she growled. Alyssa stared at the man, who simply winked and continued to sip his coffee until Rose left.
'Wes Franklyn. You're battling me over the next couple of weeks.' He said, extending his hand.
'Umm...Alyssa Milano.' She said, forgetting he undoubtedly knew that already.' How did you know that-?'
'I can read people, call it a gift.' He said.
'Can you read me?' She asked.
'You are in love with Holly but are terrified to admit it to anyone.'
She stared, dumbfounded at him, her jaw not working properly to say anything.
'Don't tell me I'm wrong.' Said the stranger. 'I know. I can even help you open up to her.'
'How?'
'Get her to her dressing room, that's it.' He took his last gulp of coffee and walked towards the dressing rooms.
'Jeez, that was a great day of shooting!' Holly sighed sarcastically.
'Yeah.' Mumbled Alyssa behind her. Her eyes followed Holly's ass as it wiggled in front of her and she had to resist the urge to just run up and kiss her. She followed her to their dressing room and went in after her. She spotted Wes before Holly did and introduced them.
'I thought we might go through some lines.' He said, shaking her hand. He sat down on the couch and gestured for Holly to sit next to him. They went through a bunch of lines and Wes got steadily closer to Holly, until they were almost touching.
'I think I'll go get a coffee.' Alyssa said, sensing something was gonna happen.
'Oh, could you get me one?' Holly asked. 'You know how I like it.'
Alyssa left the room and Holly put her lines down on the table.
'You don't mind if I lay down do you?' she asked.
'Not at all.' He replied. 'I'll massage your feet if you'd like.'
'Really? Thankyou. Jeez, today's been terrible. Fucking Rose keeps demanding more!' She stretched out on the couch and put her feet up onto his lap.
'Don't worry about her.' Wes said, slipping her shoes off and starting to massage her delicate feet.
'MMMM!' she moaned in approval. 'So, what you do for a living? You a professional actor?'