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jerked
the set badge from Marielle's lanyard clip. "You are no longer
employed on this production. Get off my set."
    Marielle had expected to get chewed out, not
fired. "Why?"
    "Why?" Vanessa's hand lashed out to deliver a
stinging slap to her cheek. "Did you think I wouldn't find out how
you spread your legs for that egotistical bastard? Did you imagine
you'd get away with it, you little whore?"
    Marielle cringed as everyone in the tent
stared at them. "Vanessa, please. You don't understand, we were
rehearsing and things just got -- "
    "I don't want to know how much you loved
giving him a blowjob or letting him screw you on that table or
playing with him in the tub," the director said. "I warned you, you
stupid little bitch."
Marielle felt all the blood draining from her face. "How do you
know what happened?"
    "You really thought you could do whatever you
wanted. Now you'll find out what happens when you fuck with me and
my production," Vanessa said. "If you're not gone in five minutes
I'm calling the police and having you arrested for
trespassing."
    Looking into the older woman's eyes, Marielle
thought she saw pain behind the anger. No, it's worse -- she's
jealous. "I'm sorry, Vanessa. Thank you for giving me the
opportunity to work with you."
    She tried to smile at the other members of
the crew as she walked back to the parking lot but hot tears well
up, almost blinding her to everything but her own humiliation.
    * * *
    Raven opened his eyes and smiled at the bead
board ceiling above the bed. Yet when he rolled onto his side, he
discovered the other half of the bed was no longer occupied. "Oh,
Fairchild," he murmured as he reached out to the impression her
head had made on the pillow. "I might have to spank you before I
fuck you again."
    He wasn't surprised to find Marielle had left
him sometime during the night. She'd made it clear how dedicated
she was to her job. Before she reported to the set she would have
to bathe again and change clothes. What made him curious was why
she'd stayed with him until he fell asleep.
    Did you think I wouldn't let you, Mari? Or
were you afraid you might like sleeping in my arms too much?
    He showered and changed into a pair of
sweatpants before he emerged from the bedroom to find a continental
breakfast waiting for him. While he welcomed the fresh-brewed
coffee, he didn't care for the fact that someone had come into the
house while he'd been sleeping. He'd have to talk to Vanessa about
the housekeeping arrangements.
    I could move Fairchild in here for the
duration. She can make me coffee in the mornings.
    Raven was baffled by how easy it was to think
of living with a girl he'd met only yesterday. Women had never been
a problem for him, especially when they discovered he liked
domination. Even the most powerful women in the industry could turn
into helpless little love slaves when handled properly. As
beautifully responsive as Marielle had been, Raven had the feeling
what they'd done together had shocked as much as pleasured her. She
was something of a control freak, too. She might already be having
issues with it.
    She needs a strong, steady Dom who can
prevent her from panicking, Raven decided. Firm discipline and
plenty of reassurance, keep her from overthinking and she'll come
into her submissiveness without a problem.
    A private car was waiting to take him to the
set. Raven felt another surge of disappointment not to see Marielle
behind the wheel. "Did Ms. Fairchild send you?"
    "No, sir," the driver said. "Ms. Newell
did."
    Once the driver dropped him off at the set,
Raven stopped at the Catering tent for a coffee. He noticed
everyone was making an effort not to look directly at him.
    "It's okay," he said to the woman at the
beverage table. "I don't mind having eye contact with the
crew."
    "Really? Maybe we don't want to look at
you."
    "That would be a first." When she didn't
laugh, he frowned.
    "You should get in earlier," the woman said.
"Then you can watch when the director fires