The phone rang early on a Monday morning. Buffy woke with a jolt and grabbed the phone. Groggily, she yelled,” What’d you want!” into the receiver.

She had no clue who it could be and she was angry because her talk show bombed. That and the fact that if she didn’t get another job soon, she would have to leave the business of showbiz.

“Hi, this is Willow Rosenburg of Mag-chick Industries...you had a resume’ that you gave us two weeks ago?

“Yeah, what now!”

“I think we might have a lead role in the upcoming movie, Taylor; Secret Agent.”

Buffy got really excited and said, “What?! That’s incredible! Thank you so much!”

There was a pause on the phone as Buffy thought a minute.

“What is the movie about? I mean-“

Willow,” Ms. Summers, Taylor is the lead. The director, Xander Harris explained to me about it. The movie is about a 21-year-old. She is a secret agent for the CIA and cannot tell anyone. She meets a man and they romance. It turns out that he is a secret agent as well for England and she must leave him or the CIA will disown her. There’s more, but Harris said he’d fill you in later. You get 2 million for the shoot, but there’s a catch.

Buffy stopped dead.

“What!”

Willow,” Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. He only requires that you travel-

“That is sooo easy! Gosh, you act as if I wouldn’t want to take this part.

Willow” Well...your co-star, the one who plays your love interest, he isn’t the best man in Hollywood to um, get it on-on screen.

Buffy: Whoa! No one said I would have to, to-

Willow: Yeah, you will-

Buffy: But, whoa, naked?

Willow: Yeah, look, this is not my problem, you wanted the part, but you didn’t do your homework. I got to go...Bye!

“Bye.”

Click....

Next Day...

Buffy pulled up in her white limousine at her hotel. As she stepped out, the flashing of cameras all around her blinded her. As she got inside, she looked at her watch. 11:30. ‘Great, I’m late’ and she took off running. Later, ready and running, almost to the door, she was knocked clean off her feet as she ran into a man walking in a great stride.

“Ouch!” “Bloody ‘ell!” were yelled at the same time. ‘Who is this great ass? I’m late!’ ‘Who does this sodden bloke think he is? Dead in my book!’

Buffy looked up into piercing blue eyes that made her feel as if he could see her soul. His looks were striking but he had no sense of style as she eyed his black décor. ‘But his six pack makes up for that.’ She noticed that the man was staring at her as well. She broke the silence. “Uh, I’m sorry, I was late for a filming and-“he stopped her then said,” Oh, you’re the chit I need to film on screen with?” She stopped dead, “You’re the guy? Sandy...great.”

He smirked and feigned worried as she said that saying,” why, upset pet?” “Oh no, I just didn’t expect that ...oh wow.” ‘I was so not expecting this’

“So, why don't you come with me to the filming?” Buffy was now eager saying yes right away. He seemed was amazingly gorgeous and he had offered her a ride, so why not. After all...her limo was a no show and she was late.

The ride over was full of tension, and Spike wanted to break the ice, so he put his arm around her and started to talk. “So, luv, how long has show biz seen you?” She blushed and said,” A long time. I was 8 when I first filmed. “

His arm remained around her, she breathed in the smell of leather and cigarettes. They arrived and he took her hand.

They arrived at the set and walked forward. “Break a leg, love.” Spike said as he departed, to go talk to the cameraman. Buffy rolled her eyes and walked over to her manger Willow, who was looking at her watch with frustration. “Where were you?” the red head demanded and Buffy began to explain. “Wait, no I don’t want to hear it, do you know that the Xander Harris was waiting for you. The producer. Your boss? He left for lunch break five minutes ago. You’ll be lucky if you keep your job.” Buffy was surprised at her friend’s outburst, but she remained calm. “Spike ran into me in the hall. We ran late.”

Willow looked at the bleached blonde across the room and frowned. “He’s not very big on the wardrobe, is he?” Buffy blushed and looked away from the peroxide wonder, his duster and his other worldly attire standing out amongst the business and fashion clad workers...“How about I tell you more later. I’m meeting Cordy and my sister Dawn and her friend Marie for a sleep over. Just in case you didn't notice that was a hint that you’re invited... It’ll be like old times. We can talk about the new men in our life. I think I’ll invite Anya, too-as long as she isn’t so literal. I don’t know if I can handle that.”

Buffy's purse began to vibrate... Buffy whipped out her cell, “hello?” Buffy frowned, “Faith! Stop calling....I’m at work....fine...see you there.”

“Who was that?” Buffy rolled her eyes. “Faith. My older sister, you’ll meet her at the party. “

The phone rang again...angrily, Buffy snatched her phone out again, flipped open the case and yelled into the receiver, “Faith, I swear if you don’t stop calling I’m going to-”

“Jeez, pet. Don’t get your knickers in a bunch, it’s me, Spike. I wanted to talk to you.” Buffy scanned the room and saw him across around the corner holding his cell to his ear. She frowned, “Why didn’t you just talk to me here?” Across the room, he smiled. “Because I want to talk to you alone. How about tomorrow night, at 8?” Buffy paused, “Okay.”

He gave her the most stunning look and she blushed. “Alright. Action.” Today is going to be a very long day Buffy thought as she practiced her lines in the Green Room.

The filming was wrapped up and it was time to leave. “Hey, luv.” Buffy grew warm from his closeness and took a subtle step back rolling her eyes at her actions. “Hey Spike”

“I was wondering where you would like to go tomorrow.” *Well let's see...I don’t really care as long as you are there with your toned muscles and sexy blue eyes, and you chiseled face... * Buffy thought loudly in her head...“Wherever is fine with me.” Spike replied that the Bronze would be best, since a band his band were friends with was playing live.

With that Buffy said good-bye and stepped into the yellow cab. “To the 1245 penthouse boulevard, please.”

When she arrived, she got all the bowls out and filled them with party mix and candy and chips; every year, Buffy had a birthday party that allowed them to act like little girls again. She took out the marshmallows and knew that she would probably be dared to stuff them in her mouth. She smiled and flicked in some music. The doorbell chimed and Buffy went to answer it. It was going to be a fun night.

Once everyone arrived and the party started, goofy behavoir began...

“Oh, Spike. I loooove you!”

“Faith!!! Stop that!” Buffy screamed as she threw her lacy pink pillow at her.

“Hey, calm down, B. I was just having fun. Chill.” Buffy rolled her eyes. Things were going pretty well. They watched Hot Chick and Pirates of the Caribbean and were putting drag queen like make up on and strutting a fake catwalk in Buffy's living room.

“You know, Johnny Depp is hotter than Orlando.” Tara said.

“I don’t think so.” Replied a mousy Willow.

“Well, I just think he would be good in bed.” “ANYA!” everyone collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“Let’s liven this up a bit.” Said Faith as she walked over to the phone. “How about we call some people and play truth or dare. “The adults situated themselves by the phone, pillow and food in hand. “I’ll go first.” Faith asked Buffy, “Truth or Dare?” “Truth.”

“Do you think Spike is a total hottie?” Faith grinned wickedly. I knew this was going to happen! Buffy thought as she replied with an annoyed air.

“Yes. Okay. Fine I freakin admit it!” “Yes, miss drama queen admits it.” Cordelia walked over to the phone. “Guess its my turn to ask the hostess something....hmmm......” she lit up, “You have to call Spike and say I think your sexy.” “NO WAY!” Buffy shrieked. “Come on Buffy.” Willow grinned.

The annoyed blonde picked up the phone and dialed, copying from the manuscript’s pages.

“Yes hello? Is this Spike?” she asked, nervously.

“Yes this is. Who is this?” his sexy voice startled her.

“I- I...this is.....”

Buffy trailed off as an impatient Faith grabbed the phone.

“She means, this is Buffy, she thinks your sexy and she wants to jump your bones.” And with that, Faith hung up the phone and shrugged with a glared from the blonde, “You took too long.”

After a while, the girls decided to head to bed. They closed their eyes talking about high school, and Buffy wondered about Spike’s reaction and of what the following day might hold.

The next morning the girls all decided to help Buffy prep for her hot date with Spike...

“What do you think?” Buffy asked her friends as she spun around.

“I think its nice,” Willow said. “I agree.” Tara added.

Buffy was wearing a knee length light Pink dress with a white button up ironed Long sleeved shirt. “No way, B. Only wear that if you wanna be some nun.

Seriously, you need work.” Faith said.

“Something slutty.” Anya added.

Faith nodded. "For once she's right...Time to show him you are the hottest girl out there,”

After an hour of searching, Faith found some things in her back closet that would do. A black satin strapless dress down to above mid thigh with x’s tieing the open back until her waist. Shiney black strappy heels and and her now-dark eye lids and makeup.

To be honest, she looked very much like a blonde faith, much to her dismay. “What do you think?” the blonde asked nervously as she did a 180. “great” the gang of girls replied in unison, and she decided it was a keeper.

Spike rang the doorbell, he was nervous and wondered how everything was going to turn out. He was wearing his usual, his black tight ribbed tee with black baggy jeans and his black leather duster. He wondered what she would wear. She looks hot in everything though he thought as he knocked on the door. He was not ready for what he saw.

Buffy had gone with Faith’s choice but her dress was a little higher, to hide the cleavage she didn't want to show. Once Spike recovered from shock he said with a tough air, “Cor, Luv, You look bloody gorgeous!” And she blushed and said, “You're not so bad yourself.”

“Shall we be off, pet?” Buffy nodded and they got into his convertible.

They arrived at the bronze and they were playing some hot fast beats that got them in a party mood.

The blondes sat at a table and Spike took a drink order, and headed out to the bar.

Buffy couldn’t help but notice a man who was sating obviously at her. He looked familiar……his deep brown hair and furrowed brow reminded her of someone...suddenly it dawned on her and she clutched her purse with an agonizing thought...ANGEL....Her heart began to rush from fear. Spike came back and she took his hand, “Spike, would you mind if we head to the other room, this one is wiggin me out . I’ll tell you more in a minute.” She whispered and before he could say anything, “Please Spike!” He saw her emerald eyes gleam with moisture, her panic obviously shownin them...without hesitating Spike replied, "sure, pet." They moved to the smaller green lounge room over but the eyes followed...