His Firm Direction by Alexis Alvarez

Author:Alexis Alvarez
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Adult, BDSM, Spanking, Erotica
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2017-07-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Okay, everyone! Let’s take an hour for lunch, then meet back here at 1:30 sharp.”

“There’s no time to waste, Cleo. My office, please.” He pointed.

Cleo’s heart skipped a beat. “Sure,” she said, trying to sound casual.

“Get out the blocking instructions for the last scene because I want to review some changes with you that I’m making,” Axel added.

“Okay.” Cleo kept her voice neutral as she headed backstage. Laska and the scene set people weren’t here today; the design work was mostly done now and they didn’t come for all of the rehearsals. But the theater felt fuller, not emptier; the anticipation and eager enthusiasm of the cast made the vast hall swell with life.

A few people cast curious glances at her, but lost interest, all except for Chelsea. The blonde gave her a long, meaningful stare, ending with a nose wrinkle as she turned her head.

“Whatever, bitch,” Cleo murmured under her breath. “Fuck you too. Bitch.”

Chelsea had been surly from the first time they met. Her monosyllabic responses, raised eyebrows, crossed arms, and lack of eye contact let Cleo know that she was disliked. Later, Cleo found out that Chelsea had expected to get the lead role and was pissed that Axel had brought Cleo—a less experienced actor—in for a last-minute audition.

She understood; probably would have felt jealousy herself in the same situation, but fuck. What was she supposed to do? Give Chelsea the part? “Oh, Chelsea, I’m so sorry I made you sad. My bad! Let’s just switch roles. I’ll be the shitty understudy, and you be the lead. Happy now? Can I wipe your ass too, with my tongue, maybe?” God. What did the woman expect?

She’d tried to reach out, asking Chelsea to talk over coffee, trying to engage her in discussions about the role, even offering—something she wasn’t sure was a good idea—to let her do an extra two performances out of the entire set they had planned. She felt like that was a thoughtful and generous offer, but Chelsea gave her a scornful scowl.

“Thanks for your scraps, Cleo,” she’d joked, after Cleo told her she had Axel’s approval to offer the extra nights. “You’re such a Mother Teresa.” She giggled, like she was being super cute and funny, but her eyes were cold behind her smile. Of course, she took the days. And she was sweet as fucking stevia extract to Axel, although he didn’t seem the least bit interested in her. Anyway, surely Chelsea with her ironed khakis and perfectly pressed blouses, her lipstick that stayed on for twelve hours, couldn’t be into something as messy and crazy as kink.

She was pretty, though. And determined. “Axel, should I stay to do the blocking, too, with Cleo? Since I’m doing the performances as well?” Chelsea put a hand on his arm.

“Not this time.” Axel’s voice was pleasant but firm. “I’ll work it out with Cleo, then have her show it to you at next rehearsal. Thanks.”

“I just think it would be easier if we did it together.

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