Emily Watson, a 24-year-old screenwriter never expected to find herself knee-deep in Hollywood hustle and bustle when she packs up her dreams to head west. Securing an assistant job with hotshot actor Daniel Hunter seems like a break into the biz, that is until she realizes his smoldering good looks are matched only by his talent for trouble. Will she be able to resist the charm of her ruggedly handsome boss? [UPDATED ONCE IN TWO DAYS] ~~~~~~~ INT. DANIEL HUNTER'S TRAILER - DAY Sunlight streams through the thin trailer walls, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. EMILY WATSON, 24, in a rumpled tank top and jeans, hunches over a laptop, highlighter clutched in her hand. Papers spill across the cramped surface of the folding table. DANIEL HUNTER (30s), Hollywood's hottest bad boy, leans against the doorway, arms crossed. His gaze is a slow smolder that travels down Emily's bare arms. DANIEL You know, Watson...for someone who works for a movie star....you look a mess. Emily slams her laptop shut, cheeks burning. EMILY (defensive) I'm working, Mr. Hunter...Unlike...some people. DANIEL (a sly grin) Hey...rehearsing lines is hard work!....Especially when they're as steamy ...as the ones in this script. He saunters closer, invading her personal space. Emily can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. DANIEL (CONT'D) Think you can handle a scene partner who doesn't just read the lines, sweetheart? He brushes a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering. Emily swallows hard, the highlighter digging into her palm. EMILY (voice breathy) That depends...Can you handle someone who calls you out on your BS??? Daniel's eyes darken with a dangerous glint. DANIEL There's only one thing I can't handle...sweetheart... He leans in close, his lips a whisper away from hers. DANIEL (CONT'D) Being told no.