Dirty (4 page)

His. Marielle watched through half-closed
eyes as he jetted his cream all over her torso, the silky fluid
gleaming pearly-white on her skin. And now he's marked me.

As he collapsed beside her he used his big
hand to rub the creamy ribbons over her breasts. The sensation was
sexy and soothing. Marielle gave herself up to it, luxuriating in
the feel and smell of his semen on her skin. Then they lay together
in comfortable silence, watching each other as their bodies cooled
down.

Marielle felt depressed as the reality of
what she had done sank in. Vanessa would absolutely fire her if she
found out and might even spread rumors about her affair with Raven.
World-famous actors could do whatever they liked but the industry
attitude toward film crews was almost Victorian. Being with this
beautiful man might cost her everything she'd worked for, including
her dreams of one day becoming a 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 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 someone else because of
you."

Raven felt a glimmer of foreboding but nodded
and headed up to the set. Vanessa was issuing orders to a group of
junior P.A.s, all of whom looked terrified. When she noticed him
she dispersed the crowd with a few words before stalking over to
him.

"You're needed in Wardrobe," she said and
started walking toward a pair of cameramen.

Raven followed her. "What have you done to
make everyone hate me, Vanessa?"

"What?" She stopped in her tracks and turned
on him. "I haven't done anything, Raven. I had to handle a
personnel problem. If people hate you for being the cause, I can't
do anything about it."

"Did you fire Marielle Fairchild?"

She nodded.

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"She was warned not to screw around with you
-- personally, by me." Vanessa glowered at him. "I hope you enjoyed
your little blonde piece of ass, too, because I'm going to make
sure that girl never works on another set in this town."

"And how do you know I had sex with her?"

"I saw how you were looking at her yesterday.
I also noticed how happy she was when you picked her to run lines
with you. When I confronted her with my suspicions this morning,
she admitted to it."

"It had to be the guard." He gave her a thin
smile. "So he wasn't there to provide security, but to spy on me
for you. I wonder what the studio will have to say about that and
your continued employment." He took out his mobile and began
scrolling through his contact list.

"Raven, that girl has been after you since
the minute she saw you were interested. You don't need this kind of
distraction on the set. That's why I fired her. Not because you
slept with her."

"I seduced Fairchild and then I fucked her,"
he said, enjoying the way his blunt words made her flinch, "because
I wanted her. She was gracious enough to want me back. In fact, I
fucked her for most of the night and I loved every minute of
it."

"You're disgusting."

"Yes, I am." He offered her his mobile. "Now
you're going to call her and apologize for whatever you said to her
this morning in front of the crew and get her back here."

The director lifted her chin. "I'll apologize
to your little girlfriend but she's not coming back to this
production. I have the final say on who works on my crew. It's in
my contract."

"Oh, she's not going to slave for you
anymore, Van," he advised her. "You see, my contract says that I
have final casting approval . So you're going to rehire Fairchild
as an extra, to stand-in for the lead-actress until she arrives. Or
I will shut down this film and sue your studio for breach of
contract."

Dirty Book
2

Marielle thought getting together with her
friends at their favorite diner for coffee would help her get back
a sense of normality after losing her job. Her presence made
everyone so curious she had to tell them.

"How could you get fired from what will be
the biggest movie of the decade?" Jilly demanded, outrage making
her blue eyes narrow.

"Oh, you know." Marielle couldn't admit that
she'd been seduced by the film's lead actor, James Raven, or that
Vanessa Newell, the film's cold-hearted director, had made a huge,
ugly scene when she'd found out about it. "I did exactly what the
director told me not to." She tugged on the end of her long blonde
ponytail. "Then she found out and I got a pink slip."

Jilly's jaw sagged for a moment. Her permed
brown curls bobbed as she shook her head. "Who are you and what
have you done with the Marielle I know?"

The other P.A.s sitting with them looked just
as shocked, which made Marielle cringe a little. Her friends knew
how hard she'd worked to build her reputation as an excellent,
reliable production assistant -- and now all that might have been
for nothing. One torrid night of passion with James Raven had not
only cost her the most important job of her career but enraging the
vindictive director might prevent Marielle from ever working again
in the industry.

At the same time she didn't regret what she'd
done. Being with Raven had given her more than hours of
mind-blowing pleasure. It had been an enormous personal revelation.
She would never have guessed she would respond so wildly to being
sexually dominated. Maybe it was why none of her relationships had
ever lasted because she was meant to be with a man like Raven.

Not that I ever will again. Why would the
actor just voted the sexiest man alive want her for anything but a
one-night stand? He could have any woman in the world.

"Listen, I'm sorry I blew the opportunity
because it was important but at least you guys know about it before
anyone else." Marielle glanced around the table. "I'm counting on
one of you to take my place."