[ORLANDO POV]

"Cut!!"

After several tries, I finally managed to pull the stunt on which Legolas jumped and balanced himself on the edge of a bridge and shoot arrows. 

This was exactly why I did my own stunt; who doesn't like to hang around on a safety belt and pretend to be a badass master samurai?

Lynn passed by, her eyes fixed forward in determination towards someone near one of the camera. She was sporting a walkie talkie on the hip of her skinny jeans and her dark blue flannel top that contrasted her fair skin. Her long, dark hair was slightly tousled, due to her habit of pushing her hair back.

Like now.

I grinned as I sneakily checking her out. She's beautiful in an effortless way. I had my fair share of dating several models before and came to realize that most of them were not what they advertised. But this tough cookie girl right here was different. I seriously would consider dating Lynn, if only she was single.

Damn, all the good quality ladies are taken.

But that didn't mean I couldn't flirt with her.
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I whistled in appreciation when I saw her hips swayed as she walked absently past me.

"Hey, luv. You look so hot when you're so busy like that."

Lynn turned her head to look up at me as I was hanging a little above her by the safety harness. I smirked at her and wiggled my eyebrows playfully at her. I blew a kiss towards her direction. She shook her head in disapproval.

"Hey, monkey. Go eat a banana or something and leave me alone," she muttered as she walked further away from me to talk to the First Assistant Director.

Eh. She's not in a very playful mood today.

I grinned at her direction and the guy who helped me out of the safety harness, Stan, cackled.

"Dude, she basically just told you to give yourself a blow job," he muttered, eyeing Lynn's form wildly. I frowned, weirded out a bit at that.

"That's a weird logic. Nah, that's not her, mate. She seriously related me to some monkey hanging on a thread and told me off that's all."

Stan ignored me and continued speaking as he fumbled with safety pins around me.

"She's hot alright. And she got some nice ass. And I wonder if she gives a good blow job."

I looked at him in disbelief and frowned. Anger started to build within me as I spoke.

"Look. That's my friend right there that you speak lowly of."

"So? That's what women are for. They're good in bed. Besides, you yourself admitted that she is hot. Just between a guy to a guy, you gotta admit you'd want a girl like her sucking you off."

"Hey!" I hissed, venom latched my voice. "Watch it. Speak of her in that manner again and I'll make sure you lose your job the very next day." I snapped, seeing red in my eyes but I tried hard to suppress my anger.

Stan looked stunned. "Alright, Bloom. Alright," he said in a mock surrender. 

I pursed my lips angrily. As soon as I was free from the harness, I left the motherfucker alone before I do anything stupid. I dropped my arrow and quiver on the prop table rather harshly, and startled the girl who was in charge of the property.

"Sorry," I apologized quietly before walking away and grabbed a water bottle, downing the content in anger.

"Hey man, you alright?" asked Luke, setting down his sword on the table before clapping my back.

I shook my head and sighed.

"I don't like him," I muttered. "Stan."

Luke glanced to the direction of the source of my turmoil. "Yeah some of us saw you snapped at him, though about what, we have no slightest idea."

"He said some low things about Lynn in front of me. Basically it was partly my fault for leading him on. I messed around with her earlier," I said guiltily.

"Well if you're talking about Stan, then that's not your fault, Orli," said Eva out of nowhere, standing beside Luke and opened a chips before proceeding to munch on it noisily. "He's creeping me out too. I stay away from him as far as possible."

"Something's off about Stan, I second that," said Martin, peeling off his fake hobbit ears to actually scratch his real ear.

"I mean goddamn. That guy is still out of his fucking mind despite all," said Luke to Eva who nodded in agreement.

"Still?" I asked, seeing that they know something I didn't know yet about the subject of our conversation.

"The guy got a warning letter once for insulting a female worker before. Annie from the Art Department? She was mad and reported it to the Production Manager," chirped Eva, taking a seat beside me.

"Shit. I didn't know that guy is an asshole all this time," I cursed.

"Report him. He'll get a second warning letter and one more after that, by the book, he'll be kicked out of here," suggested Martin.

I shook my head. "No. Let's give him another chance. Besides, he didn't say it in front of Lynn, no harm done."

"Orli's right. If he reported it then Lynn would be dragged into this. Then she'd have to hear what Stan was thinking about her from the HR. Uhh, not nice. Keep her out of trouble, huh?" said Eva, clapping my shoulder. "Good man, Orli."

I smiled and glanced at Lynn's direction absently. She was crouching in front of Mikaela, Annie's seven years old kid that was holding a doll to her chest. A fond smile plastered on Lynn's face as she talked to the girl softly.

"I'm sorry, princess. I'm a little too busy right now."

Mikaela's face fell in disappointment. Lynn moved to stand up, but upon seeing the little girl's expression, she was conflicted for a split second before sighing and crouched down again.

"Maybe later at lunch break? I think I have a spare few minutes to play dress up with Mr. Bumblesby."

Mikaela's face lit up like a Christmas tree and she threw herself at Lynn who grunted in surprise and laughed.

"Alright, alright! Now let me get back to work, okie?"

I smiled at their banter. Lynn was professional at work, calm and collected almost all the time, except when she let her professionalism slipped at moments like this. Only then the other side of her personality showed up.

That, or when she beats me up for teasing her so much. Girl knows how to pinch real hurt.

Someone cleared their throat beside me and I snorted to see Martin arched his brows.

"Stalking are we? I thought you were only going as far as flirting with her all the time," he commented with a knowing smirk while placing his hobbit ear back on his earlobe.

That snob.

"Shut up, smartass. I just look at her, is that a problem?"

"No. But will be a problem if you start falling for her. She got a boyfriend, you know," countered Martin with an amused chuckle.

"Jeez dad. You think way too much. I'm not planning on have a baby with her anytime soon," I retorted.

Martin laughed heartily and sipped his tea. 

"I'm just merely giving you a friendly advice. You seemed to grow closer with her everyday," added him with a shrug. "And I'm being serious," said Martin, giving me a pointed look. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't give yourself an empty hope," Martin continued with a bit of a serious note, "I just don't want to see someone break your heart again, mate. Especially after Miranda."

I tensed at the mention of my ex. A slight pang of resentment passed me and I looked away.

"I know, Martin. Thanks, man. I really just think of Lynn as a good friend, nothing more," I said truthfully.

Martin smiled and clapped my back firmly.

"Though I still like to flirt with her because it makes her mad everytime. You know how cute she gets when she's mad," I grinned like an idiot jerk.

We both laughed and Martin said between laughter, "You sick, son of a bitch, mate. I always get minor heart attack every time my wife is mad about something and have been avoiding it at all cost my whole life. Yet here you are playing with fire, poking the horn's nest."

I clapped his back and laughed. "Dude, life is just too flat if we're being serious all the time."

"That is not what I mean. And you took that saying way far out of proportion."

"Work hard play hard, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah."

The object of our talk was making her way to us and we both calmed ourselves, giving her a smile in which she returned genuinely.

"Here's your schedules for Monday. Be sure to get here at least ten minutes earlier to avoid any lateness in make-up, alright?"

"Anything for you, luv."

"Thanks Miss Adams," said Martin.

Lynn lifted up her eyebrows. "When you said my name like that I turned around and thought my boyfriend's mom is calling me."

She smiled and winked at us before continuing to walk away, delivering schedule paper for the rest of casts and crew.

Wow. Nice wink, sister.

Why the heck did her boyfriend let her go to work so far away from him? The guy is an idiot.

Soon later Lynn came back to me.

"Hey luv, to what do I owe you this pleasure?" I asked, smirking at her.

"Did you see Stan? He hasn't get his schedule yet."

I tensed at the mention of Stan. Lynn was slightly surprised by my sudden change of demeanor and I covered up my slip by smiling at her.

"I have no bloody idea where he is." 

I facepalmed myself inwardly. Despite my attempt to sound normal, I could still hear the bitterness on my tone and the rather perceptive lady caught it. Lynn was silent for a moment before responding.

"You okay, Orlando? You sound... I don't know," said Lynn in a slight curiosity.

She stared at me with a mild concern and I felt my lips upturned slightly. Little did she know that the motherfucker was thinking of her in an inappropriate way possible and had no bloody courtesy to keep it to himself.

"Nothing, luv," I lied.

Lynn looked at something behind me and glanced to me again.

"Never mind. Found him. Thanks, monkey!" said her, beaming up at me before walking away.

I turned around to see Stan gathering up some equipment. Without thinking I grabbed Lynn by her arm and stopped her in her track. She rolled her eyes as if to protest, but blinked when she saw my face.

"Lynn," I said. "You go take a break. Let me hand the schedule to him."

Lynn looked at me in such surprise for a reason unknown to me. I took the paper from her grasp gently and she blinked.

"Uh, thanks. You sure you're alright?" 

No, I am not. I was scared shitless that Stan might rape you if you get any closer to him.

"Yeah. I'm good, luv. See I know you care about me," I replied, teasing her half-heartedly.

"Don't push your luck," she said shaking her head with a smile. "And thanks."

"You're welcome," I said before she retreated to the way she came from.

Now the damnest part... Handing the paper to the freaking serial rapist.