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would have
a reason to call me a star slut. Out loud she asked, "What does one
wear for a weekend with the sexiest man alive?"
    Her friend drew back. "Why would you wear
anything?"
    * * *
    Marielle arrived at the set at six the next
morning but rather than go into the house she walked to Raven's
trailer to stow her overnight bag, unpack her supplies and start
his coffee maker. While it brewed she sat down at the table to take
another look at the script, which she had studied for hours after
Jilly left.
    Raven arrived a half hour later and grinned
when he saw the hot coffee and Danish she'd laid out on the table.
"You brought me breakfast."
    "I brought me breakfast," she corrected him.
"If you're nice I might let you have some."
    "Then I will be very nice." He bent over to
kiss the top of her head. "Wardrobe left some outfits for you to
wear. I put them back in the bedroom."
    "Good." She sat back and rubbed her eyes.
"Please tell me we're really going to rehearse this scene. I stayed
up until after midnight learning the lines. If I'm just here for
sex I'm going to punch you in the head."
    "We've really got to rehearse this scene." He
sat down on the other side of the table and grabbed a pastry. "If
it doesn't go smoothly it'll ruin the whole film. No matter how
many times I run the lines, it doesn't feel natural yet."
    "I thought the same thing last night." She
frowned down at the script. "I get that Melanie is submissive, but
she's not a dish rag. She tries to avoid Maestro at first and then
she argues with him and she even runs away from him when things get
too real. But in this scene…" She stopped and gave him an uneasy
look.
    "She's a dish rag," he said. "So what can we
do about that?"
    Marielle took a deep breath. "I have some
ideas that I'd like to try. But you have to be willing."
    His smile faded. "Willing to do what?"
    "Everything in the dark beauty scene," she
said. "For real."
    "Mari, I can't." He leaned forward and took
her hands in his. "It's the movies. It's never real."
    "For you to get this to work, you have to be
Maestro. You have to feel what he feels. Want what he wants." She
squeezed his hands. "And do what he does to Melanie… to me."
    He shook his head. "You don't have the
experience for that."
    "Neither does Melanie," she said. "I think
you've known that all along. It's why you're attracted to me. You
see in me the same thing he does in Melanie. So use me, Raven. It's
the only way you're going to get inside his head." She saw the
doubt lingering in his eyes and added, "If it proves too much for
me, I'll use our safe word -- cut, remember?"
    "You're sure about this?" When she nodded, he
stood up slowly. "Get changed. I'll be waiting for you in the
house."
    Marielle finished her coffee and walked back
to the bedroom. She found several clear garment bags on the bed.
She opened the one containing the soft pink gown meant for the dark
beauty scene and unzipped it.
    A half hour later she left the trailer and
walked over to the set, where she found the front door standing
open. Closing her eyes for a moment, Marielle mentally recalled her
first lines and stepped inside.
    "Maestro?" she called out and heard her voice
echoing through the empty halls. "Are you here? Please, answer
me."
    The sound of a cello playing Bach drifted
toward her. Marielle followed it back to the music room. Raven sat
with the instrument in front of a window. The sunlight poured over
him like a fawning lover, gilding his hair and skin. Marielle
paused on the threshold to admire him for a moment before she
entered the room.
    "Maestro." Her voice stopped the music. She
felt the first bloom of fear as she approached him. "Why did you
leave me behind at the concert hall?"
    "I don't want you here, little girl," Raven
said. "Go back to begging for coins on street corners."
    Marielle lifted her hand and let it hover an
inch away from him. "But there is no other place for me now. I am
your instrument and you are my master." She let her hand