Kneel
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“How dare you?” he said.
“Don’t get all offended, Grisha. It’s happened before, regardless of that stupid saying about not mixing business and pleasure. Besides, you know I would never judge.” Phillip winked.
Grisha shook his head. The man was hopeless. Phillip was a perpetual flirt and it wasn’t the first time he took a ballerina home for the evening. Nor would it be the last. Grisha allowed it as long as the girls he chose weren’t part of the company and his little escapades didn’t affect his work.
“So, how about a little introduction?” Phillip insisted. He clapped his hands, capturing everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentleman, today we have the pleasure of having the owner of Anika Vasiliev’s ballet company here with us, Mr. Grisha Vasiliev,” Phillip announced.
Grisha nodded in greeting. He raised his hand.
“It was a delight to watch such talented people at work. Please, continue with what you’re doing. I do not wish to interrupt.”
Applause filled the air. Grisha smiled. He scanned the crowd. Ayla. She stood a few feet from him, her hands on her hips. Their gazes locked. Her eyes wide and beckoning. Daring him. Grisha’s heart jolted. Her lips parted. Roses bloomed on her cheeks. An image of her delicate features marred by pain flashed before him. Blood rushed to his head.
Phillip smacked him on the back, laughing. The moment shattered. Ayla turned away. Grisha cursed inwardly, and then took a steadying breath and shrugged. It’d be all right. She’d be his soon enough.
End of sample chapter
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