'Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson's *ahem* because no other women ever do.' That's quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my! And that's not even the worst of it. My friend Raquel didn't pull any punches when she warned me about my brand-new costar and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my most important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms. Are you kidding me? Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from him is supposed to be at the top of my list? Pfft. Puh-lease. It doesn't matter that he's annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T-especially for a woman like me. As a preventative measure, I've decided to go ahead and hate him. Don't worry, you guys, I'm completely in control. There's absolutely no way I'm going to do something stupid like fall in love with him. I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game. I'm sure of it. Contains mature themes.
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