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director.
    "What are you thinking?" he asked, voice
heavy with drowsiness.
    “I should really go." She brushed her lips
against his. "Only I don't want to."
    "Then stay with me, baby." He pulled her
closer and pressed her cheek against his heart. "Stay and sleep
with me."
    Marielle waited until his breathing slowed
before she slipped out of his arm and out of bed. She padded to the
bathroom, where she dressed in her rumpled clothes and
finger-combed her hair into less of a tousled mess. She stopped by
the bed to gaze down at Raven one more time before she walked out
to her car.
    I can manage this. As she drove down to the
gates she smiled at the guard, who nodded to her before he opened
the gates. All we have to do is be careful.
    Marielle drove on, unaware of the guard
smirking as he sent a text.
    * * *
    The next morning, Marielle drove to the set
thirty minutes early. She knew she had every right to feel
exhausted as she locked her car and headed to the Catering tent but
every step sent a curiously wonderful tingle through her body, as
if her slightly-sore muscles didn't want her to forget a single
moment she'd spent with Raven. She'd hated leaving him the way she
had but sneaking off once he'd fallen asleep had given her the
chance to shower and catch a couple of hours sleep before she had
to get up and dress for work.
    Something was changing inside Marielle and
she didn't understand it. Earlier, while she was standing under the
spray of the shower, she felt the hot water sluicing away the
traces of Raven's semen from her breasts. She was a fastidious
woman and yet she didn't want to wash his seed from her skin. She
liked smelling him on her. When that was gone she felt a peculiar
emptiness. How could Raven make her feel that after knowing him for
less than a day?
    I have to stop thinking about him or I'm
going to slip up and let everyone see how I feel. Her mobile rang
and she chuckled as she saw it was Jilly. "You can't still be
hating me."
"I may hate you forever, but I'm not going to pass up the chance to
hear an inside scoop on James Raven," her friend said. "So what's
he like?"
    "Big." She ran the tip of her tongue over her
lips, still tender from Raven's heavy cock. "Impressive. And
friendly."
    "Friendly as in not a complete self-absorbed
jerk?" Jilly asked. "Or the other kind of friendly?"
    Marielle thought of how easily he had taken
control of her, how much they'd both enjoyed it. "He's very…
genuine."
    "You're being mysterious again, Fairchild.
What the girls and I really want to know is how he looks
naked."
    She wondered what Jilly would say if she gave
her an accurate description. "It's a closed set. I doubt I'll ever
find out." She could see him naked every night he wanted her -- or
would last night be all they'd have? She wouldn't be the first
one-night stand on a movie set, that was for sure.
    "Are you okay? I know Vanessa Newell can be a
real harpy, not that I'll ever admit I said that. She giving you a
hard time already, babe?"
    "You know how it is." She forced herself to
sound more cheerful. "Not enough sleep or caffeine. Too much to do
and undo. I'll talk to you later, Jilly, okay?"
    "Call me tonight. And be careful."
    Marielle ended the call and took a deep
breath. Right now what she had to do was face Vanessa, whose sharp
eyes missed little and then brace herself for Raven's arrival on
set. The prospect of working every day with her fierce new lover
didn't intimidate her, although she would have to discreetly nix
his idea of having sex in his trailer. No way could they be
intimate on the set without someone finding out. She imagined if
she promised to drive him home and run lines with him every night
he would settle for that --
    "Miss Fairchild."
    Marielle saw Vanessa striding across the lot
toward her with red face and clenched fists. Slowly she put down
the iced coffee she'd prepared and braced herself for whatever
chewing out she was about to receive.
    As soon as Vanessa reached her, she