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

He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn't going to make another mistake and tell him that. A part of her wanted to go slow this time, in case he suddenly decided that what they were doing was wrong. 


It didn't feel wrong one bit. She hoped he realized that too. 


He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she'd had time to be shocked. 


"Are you wearing the T-shirt and shorts you put on this morning?" he asked suddenly. 


"I want to picture you as accurately as I can. You said you were aroused. Are your nipples standing up? If I were there in the bedroom with you, could I see them through your T-shirt?" 


"T-shirt and bra!" She said. She looked down and saw the twin points outlined by the soft fabric. The bra did nothing to hide them. She had taken her lower lip between her teeth when he said, "Are they nice hard little points?" 


Chapter Seven Hundred and Nine