It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet. 

There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess. 

She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man's fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of naked longing in his eyes. He didn't blame the man. What man wouldn't be captivated by such a beauty?
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Nervous about assuming control of her father's company, Kelly Darcy relocates to San Francisco. In an attempt to do something she loved one more time before her life changed completely, she volunteers to replace a dancer in her friend, Elizabeth's fashion show and ends up in the arms of Dimitri Collins.

It was supposed to be a one night stand. She didn't have to see him again. But Kelly realizes how wrong she was when Dimitri walks into her father's office... 

And now she has to fight to keep her father's company, while figuring out what she truly feels for Dimitri.

MAKE YOU MINE

She leaned back and looked up at him. "I can't believe I'm standing here like this" Penny said. 


"half naked in your kitchen" she replied simply. 


Joey laughed. "You could always take off my shirt" 


He paused, then began to unbutton the shirt. 


She grabbed his hands. "What are you doing?" 


"Taking back my shirt" Joey replied, like what he was going was very normal. Like he had been doing it for a long time. 


"You have on jeans. You don't need this shirt as badly as I do" 


He slid his hands to her wrists and pulled her fingers away. When she tried to pull free, he wouldn't let go. 


"Joey" she said with a warning in her voice. 


He switched tactics and started at her neck, moving his mouth over her soft skin. He couldn't remember when he had felt skin so soft. He used his mouth to taste her, to skim over her neck, along the solid bones of her shoulders. 


Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight