Rehearsal with Damien

"And cut," Damien called, "and that will be all for today. Call time for tomorrow is 9 AM. Good job everyone."

Donna let out a sigh of relief as she leaned against the bar. They had been filming the scene where she meets the thief for the first time for the past hour and she was exhausted. She looked forward to going back to her hotel room and back to her nice, warm bed. The crew took down their cameras and turned off their lights. It was a well-oiled machine that made film production look effortless. Donna went over to the crew, her head nodding and acknowledging them, "Good job guys," she said, her voice filled with professional admiration. She always marveled at how the crew made everything look so easy. She walked away from the set, her high heels clicking on the polished studio floor.

"Miss Wyatt," Damien called out, "could you stay behind please? I would like to rehearse tomorrow's scene with you."

Donna hesitated, her gaze glancing over at the door where the crew had already left. She was a little worried about being alone with Damien but something about him drew her to him. She nodded, "Of course," she answered, "Just let me go back to my dressing room and get changed. I want the rehearsal to be as authentic as possible."

Damien nodded his head in approval, a smile creeping across his face, "I admire your dedication Miss Wyatt," he replied.

A few minutes later, Donna returned. She wore a short red dress, the dress that was called for in the script, the dress that her character would wear in the scene they would film tomorrow, the scene when she met the thief for the first time.

Damien led Donna to a nearby bar stool. She followed his instruction and sat down and crossed her legs, a picture of dignity and professionalism. He sat down on the stool next to her. She caught a whiff of his cologne and the smell of vanilla and sandalwood filled her nostrils. It was a very sweet smell.

They rehearsed the scene, a back and forth between predator and prey. Donna felt herself feeling more and more at ease the longer they rehearsed.

Damien, his gaze locked on hers, placed his hand on her knee, just as the script called for. She felt the warmth of his touch on her skin. He slid his hand further up her thigh and under the hem of her dress. Her heart beat faster and faster inside her chest.

His hand slid further, reaching the inside of her thigh. A wave of heat flushed through her as his hand reached closer to her most intimate place. She felt the dampness between her thighs, her pussy aching for his touch. This was wrong. She was married. Why did his touch make her feel like this?

Damien pulled his hand away. He would be patient. He didn't want to risk blowing everything for a fleeting moment of passion. "I think you're ready for tomorrow," he said, his voice low and knowing.

Donna snapped out of her daze, "Yeah," she huffed, her voice husky with unspoken need, "That was...quite intense."

"Get some rest," she suggested, reverting back to the dedicated professional that he was on set, "We've got a big day tomorrow."

Donna jumped off of the bar stool a little more quickly than she had intended and walked off of the bar set, the phantom heat of Damien's touch still lingering in her mind.