That doesn’t exist, I know better now.She finished her business in the bathroom, scrubbing her face clean along the way, all the while berating hers...elf. Stupid, stupid, stupid. They were both really cool tonight, and it felt like they were both totally into me, but it was probably just his girlfriend giving him a treat or something to show how not-possessive she was gonna be before she tightens the leash.The fake-redhead sighed, leaning against the tiny sink. I think ... I think he really liked. I just tell her what she wants to hear “everything is awesome” and she eats it up and tells me I’m progressing. What bullshit…Dr. Atkins’ office was different than what I expected a psychiatrist’s office to be. No couch, or lounger. Just four comfy brownish modern living room furniture chairs in a semi-circle with an impressive dark wood modern office desk to the side. She always sat down in the chair opposite me and always waited for me to say something first, which of course, drove me. "The shoot's in the basement," he told me as we walked. "The director's an old friend of mine, we go way back in the business. She's a real perfectionist, a real pro. She doesn't usually work with new actors, so I coulda shit when she called and asked for you."I remained silent, content for Daniel to carry the conversation himself. We let ourselves into the building, and found a long staircase that led down to a large, spacious cellar. An imposing-looking door blocked our way, but Daniel. You're Cate Blanc, the famous cock whisperer." I don't deny it. I don't know how he learned about my reputation, but I want to see how he responds to my lack of response. "You made a mistake coming here, Cate. After you've given yourself to me, you'll be leaving with me. There's someone who wants to talk with you." Again, he is not in character. He's either trying to intimidate me or play to some other audience, Keri's husband maybe. "Surely you know that I have a bodyguard waiting outside.