Free Dirty by Lucia Jordan

bodyguard smiled a little while Lena
stepped closer. She used a finger to tip up Marielle's chin. "I can
see why Raven is so smitten with you. You've made such an art of
sucking up he must get a hard-on the moment you say hello."
    "Jill, will you give us a minute?" Marielle
asked her friend, who nodded and went over to the beverage table.
"Miss Talbot, I meant what I said. You are an amazingly talented
performer."
    "You're not so bad yourself." Lena's eyes
filled with sleepy malice. "But a child like you can't handle
Raven. He's a man of very particular tastes."
Marielle kept her expression bland. "I don't know what you
mean."
    The other woman's eyebrows rose. "Surely you
know about his penchant for night roses?"
    Marielle remembered Raven using that term
when he fondled her bottom. But she couldn't tell Lena that.
"Perhaps you should talk to Raven about this."
    "Why?" The other woman bent her head and
murmured, "He wants to put his big bad cock in your ass. Small as
you are, he knows he'll tear you to pieces. So he won't.
Eventually, he'll get bored and look for the one woman who can take
anything he gives her." She ran a hand along the curve of her hip
before she sauntered off. The bodyguard followed.
    "I take back everything I just said about
that bitch," Jilly muttered. "What was she whispering to you? It
looked really intense."
    "Nothing worth repeating." Marielle turned to
the waiting caterer. "I'd like to pick up the order for James
Raven, please."
    Jilly insisted on walking back up to the set
with her and complained about Lena and Vanessa the entire time.
Once they reached Raven's trailer Marielle finally said, "Listen, I
appreciate the moral support but you can't talk like this. Anyone
could overhear you. Vanessa is your boss and Lena is your lead
actress. You have to respect them."
    "You're a saint, you know that?" Jilly said
before she kissed her cheek. "Call me tonight. We'll bitch about
Lena Meana and Cruel Newell on our own time."
    Marielle was still smiling as she stepped
inside the trailer and found Raven with Lena Talbot on his lap.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Her face flamed as she spun back around and
reached for the door. "I'll come back later -- "
    "Don't go." Raven pushed Lena onto her feet.
"Ms. Talbot was just leaving."
    "I'll be waiting." Lena smiled at Marielle as
she sidled past her and left the trailer, leaving a wake of French
perfume.
    "Lock the door," Raven said. When she did, he
rose and took the boxed lunch from her. "Lena now knows about us,
thanks to Vanessa and her big mouth. She wants to make trouble. She
climbed on my lap when she saw you walking toward the trailer."
    "There won't be any more trouble," Marielle
said. "I'm going to resign, effective today."
    Raven's eyes blazed copper fire. "You're not
leaving me."
    "Lena is a tremendously gifted actress,"
Marielle said. "She's utterly amazing in this part -- as if she
were born to play Melanie. The chemistry between you two is unreal.
This could be the most important movie you ever make, Raven. I
refuse to get in the way of that." And I can't give you what you
need, she added silently.
    "This isn't about her, the damn movie, or my
career. It's about us."
    "What us?" she said. "First I'm your line
coach, then your practice dummy and now I'm your sex toy. There is
no such thing as a P.A. with benefits, Raven."
    "Oh, but there is. Let me show you." He took
hold of her wrist and hauled her back through the trailer to his
bedroom. He pushed her inside and bolted the door.
    Marielle eyed the bed and then him. "We can't
do this now. You have to report back to the set in thirty
minutes."
    "Fuck the shoot. We need to clarify your
position." He advanced on her, his big hands clamping on her arms
and spinning her around before he bent her over the bed. "Remember
this?"
    Marielle closed her eyes as she felt him pull
up her skirt and jerk down her panties. "Raven, please. Come on. We
can't play around here."
    "You know the safe word." He splayed one hand
over her