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

His eyes took her in for a few seconds before he said. "Good morning" 


“I'm sorry I won't be able to have breakfast with you. I have to run out to go see that investor for a few hours.” he paused then added. "Would you like to come with me?" 


Savannah shook her head. "Aren't you kind of in a hurry?" she asked. 


"Yes" he said, "Will you be all right alone?" 


She nodded, relieved that she wouldn’t immediately have to face him. She needed time to regain her composure. Time to mentally reconstruct her defenses. 


“Yes, of course. When will you be back?” she asked. 


He checked his watch. “It’s almost eight now. I shouldn’t be later than noon. We can go to the mainland together and have lunch in a restaurant there and then maybe go for a walk later if you like.” 


There wasn’t much she could say to that, or maybe she just didn't know what to say, so she nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you at lunch.” She replied. 


Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Six