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to charm his way back into
her good graces but her fear aroused his dominant side. "I don't
care. I need you, Marielle, so you will do this -- for me."
    Before Marielle could reply, Vanessa returned
and gave them both a decidedly phony smile. "If you two are ready
to begin you can use the library on the first floor. A couple of
riggers will also be working in there to align the lighting and
camera equipment."
    Raven knew what the director hoped to do by
sending in a crew to watch him rehearse with Marielle. She wanted
to control him while humiliating his anxious little lover. What
Vanessa didn't realize was that he did his best work in front of an
audience. "We'll just stop by Wardrobe first so Marielle can dress
the part."
    * * *
    Once she had changed into the costume Raven
had picked out for her, Marielle checked her reflection in the
full-length mirror and frowned. She rarely wore anything but jeans
and t-shirts. The floaty dress he'd given her was made of thin,
twilight blue silk that clung to her skin. She tried loosening the
golden sash around the waist to see if that would help but the
fabric still hugged her curves.
    "You look amazing," Raven said as he stepped
into the dressing room, closing the door behind him. He wore a
simple black t-shirt and trousers, which gave him a sexy, menacing
quality. "Just as I imagine Melanie would."
    "In the book Melanie is statuesque brunette
with killer curves," she reminded him as she cinched the sash back
in place. "I'm a little blonde with a boy-body."
    He bent his head to put his mouth next to her
ear. "Then I must have fucked someone else the other night because
I don't remember a single thing about that blonde that reminded me
of a boy."
    The whisper of his breath against her neck
sent a rush of desire through Marielle. When he drew her back
against him and wrapped his arms around her waist, she almost
moaned. "Raven, we can't do this on the set. We have to be, ah,
professional."
    "We have to be Maestro and Melanie," he
chided, splaying one hand over her belly as he cradled her breast
with the other. "He is sexually obsessed with her. She needs him to
release her slumbering passion." He stroked his thumb over her
nipple. "Trust me, Fairchild, the cameras would catch on fire if we
were any more perfect together."
    She turned around to face him and braced her
hands against his chest to keep him from pulling her closer.
"Vanessa will be watching us every minute. If I'm to salvage my
reputation and my job we have to do this for real and rehearse the
script -- nothing else. Please, Raven."
    "Of course." He pressed his mouth against her
brow and opened the dressing room door. "After you."
    Marielle braced herself for everyone on the
crew to gawk at her as she walked out of the garage and around to
the front entry of the house. A couple of runners lugging an
equipment crate nodded to her when they crossed her path but no one
seemed especially interested.
    "I was expecting everyone to have a good
chuckle over seeing me like this," she said to Raven as they
entered the house. "I must not look as silly as I feel."
    "Everyone here likes you," Raven said as he
clasped her hand in his and led her through an open set of double
doors into an enormous library. "I've already been warned to watch
my step."
    "With me?" When he nodded, Marielle almost
groaned. "They shouldn't have said anything like that. I'm
sorry."
    "I was rather touched." He guided her over to
the center of the room, where a padded post fitted with handcuffs
at the top stood beneath a large crystal chandelier. "Since we've
already rehearsed the initial bondage scene, I'd like to begin with
the first of Melanie's punishments."
    "Oh boy." Marielle eyed the post. "I think
I'm too short to reach that high. Can I just stand next to it?"
    "We'll compromise." Raven reached for her
waist and removed the sash from her dress. "Stand with your back
against the post."
    She took a deep breath as she stepped into
position and trembled as