I didn’t know how to answer, so I smiled weakly and padded off to the dressing room, frantic to get away from him.
Before I could disappear behind the curtain, however, he stopped me.
“Marlena.” His voice was sharp, like an electric shock.
“Yes, sir,” I turned, oblivious to the fact that I was still very naked; I needed to obey him. Some curious, unwritten commandment required I do, even though I didn’t like, didn’t particularly care for his artistic vision and I certainly wasn’t attracted to him sexually. I was sure he was bisexual, which wouldn’t have bothered me if it were a woman, but my mind wouldn’t tolerate bisexuality in a man. It left me feeling like less of a woman.
All this aside, Roelf did rule me with little effort, and by the end of my second day as his live studio mo
