He watched her. Her long dark auburn wave like hair swish in the air. Her lean curvy body moving to the beat and blending with the many bodies around her. Her eyes closed in concerntration. Her skin shining in the shifting light. The chain holding the small tear drop crystal, hanging around her long neck.
She turned to face him. He remembered.
She had known he was looking. She had always been able to feel that tantalizing gaze on her. So she looked at him. He sat higher than everybody else on a plush chair guarded by his own men. His black hair so striking against his light skin. Thin-framed glasses sat on his hair and he held a wine glass in his hand. His eyes, the ones that made her shiver when they stared at her, were an amazing dark blue. He wore a plain white shirt and black dress pants. His angular, smooth face was smirking darkly.
She remembered.
One step. Two step. Three step. She stood before him. He placed his glass into one of his men's hands without looking away. She reached forward and touched his cheek.
They were complete
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