His Dark Secret - Part 1 (Erotic Romance Serial Novel) by Harriet Lovelace Read Free Book Online Page A

awed silence as we entered the set.
     
    It was large, dark, and gorgeous.
The main set was made to look like a subterranean control room. Everything was
bathed in a blue light. Banks of softly lit panels and screens cropped out of
the craggy walls. There was a ramp that swung down from high to the right, some
thirty feet up, and curved all the way down to the floor. Though there was a
sizable space in the center, filled with more control panels, you got the sense
that there was no “center stage,” so to speak.
     
    The other sets in the studio were
done in much the same fashion to depict hallways, a bare looking conference
room, and an armory.
     
    Things got started, and we were
directed to walk around, look busy, and so forth, while Troy, looking much more
sober than the last time I had seen him, drove the scenes. I was having fun,
but something was picking away at the back of my mind. I hadn’t seen Scott
anywhere in the last hour or so. Gary seemed to be taking on the duties of
director for the day. While I knew I should feel relief, I was uneasy, and a
little disappointed. I had gone through all of this worry, and built myself
back up to be hard against him, and he wasn’t even there.
     
    We were running through the main
control room scene for the fifth time. I was seated in front of one of the
panels, feigning determined concentration, but in actuality being bored out of
my wits. The novelty of the costume and the props had worn off and hearing Troy
deliver the same lines over and over again was working to put me to sleep. The
scene was nearly finished and so I made a quick glance over to the camera to
gauge Gary’s mood. Scott was standing next to him, attention on the scene. My
heart jumped a beat when he turned, making eye contact with me. I quickly darted
my eyes back and began pressing buttons, adjusting nobs. I glanced back, but
Scott had his full attention on Troy right now.
     
    I didn’t know what I was feeling.
There was a strong sense of indignation; it was as if he didn’t even recognize
me. He puts me through all of this mess, makes a point of singling me out to be
on set that day, and he can’t even give me a smile, a wink, an apologetic look.
 All of this anger turned from Scott to myself when I realized just how
much this concerned me. The sticky oil of guilt spread in my chest when I
realized that I wanted him. His attention, his touch, his green eyes to look at
me with desire, I wanted it all.
     
    I had to work myself down,
convince myself that he really hadn’t recognized me in the new costume. After
all, the lighting was so dark, the makeup so heavy, I doubt even my mother
could recognize me right now.
     
    Scott directed us to the hallway
set, where he wanted to do some quick shots of the rebels going about their
lives in the base. We were broken up into groups of two to five and directed to
go from one side of the set arguing, laughing, or anything else that would help
to give life to these background characters. I was in a set of four, two pairs,
one in front of the other, who were supposed to be having a heated argument.
Scott called action. As we walked down the hallway, the camera rolling along
beside us, I could only think of two things. One, that Scott was now just a few
feet away from me, his attention on me for the first time today, and two, that the
pair in front of me was walking too slowly. Before we reached the other side,
Scott yelled, “Cut,” and I walked straight into the back of the large man in
front of me. I didn’t have time to say something because Scott had rounded the
camera and was addressing us.
     
    “Guys I need you to work with me a
little more on this. Freedom Fighter Three, you’re just walking too damn slow.
Good energy with the argument, but use that to move you forward. You’re all
into the argument, but subconsciously you know shit still needs to get done.
Slave Girl slash Freedom Fighter and Freedom Fighter Seven, I need you to
stagger