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him.
    His black hair was shiny, unruly and yet perfect. The length of it grazed the collar of his shirt. He was tall, around 6 feet she’d guess and impeccably dressed in a black suit, complimented by a tie which matched the color of his eyes to a tee. His finely tailored pants hung low on his hips and fit snug in the crotch. A white linen shirt was neatly tucked into them. At that moment, she envied that shirt — and those pants.
    The song Lady in Red came floating down into the room.
    “I love this song!” exclaimed Julie, putting her hand on Ian’s shoulder. The two of them went off to dance, leaving Jennifer and Dorian alone.  Julie didn’t seem to be worried about Jennifer tonight. She’d given her no unwanted advice and had left her virtually on her own, probably because she was totally into Ian Devereaux. 
    Jennifer looked down awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot, afraid to meet Dorian’s intense gaze. She just knew he was staring at her, perhaps accessing her and maybe finding her lacking. She wasn’t as pretty as most of the women in this room. So, why was he here? And why in hell was he so quiet? He hadn’t said a word since they’d been introduced.
    She felt a finger under her chin. His touch was so gentle it surprised her. He titled her face upward, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Would you like to dance?” he asked.
    “Um . . . okay. I’m not a very good dancer though.”
    “You’ll do fine.” And with that he whisked her out onto the floor. He held one of her hands in his and tenderly closed his fingers around it.  When he put his other hand on the small of her back and pulled her to him she thought she’d surely faint.
    Her head came up to his shoulder. Cautiously, she leaned against him and put her arm around his neck. She closed her eyes, drinking in the very essence of him. He smelled of fresh linen and soft scented cologne. They moved slowly across the floor.
    As the music went on, Jennifer became lost in his arms. She felt the hardness of his chest against her. She dared not breathe for she’d surely tremble under his touch. Her stomach muscles tightened and her sex throbbed. She felt a slippery wetness between her legs. She blushed, as if he knew the effect he was having on her.
    She noticed he wore real cuff links. They were silver and elegant and from what she could make out in the dim lighting, they appeared to be engraved in an elaborate script. Most likely they were his initials. He was classy, tall, handsome, a gentleman and had a killer British accent to top it off.
    In person, he was even dreamier than his picture. And really, who falls in love with a picture? You did! She thought. Does that make me shallow? Well, I don’t give a damn if it does!
    The song came to an end and he broke away from her. “Thank you for the dance Ms. Reese,” he said. “Have a pleasant evening.” He walked away with an air of grace and confidence she envied and left the room without looking back.
    “What the hell?” Jennifer mumbled in astonishment. The guy left her standing there alone in the middle of the dance floor. Basically, he’d just blown her off.  What had she done or not done to cause him to just up and leave like that?
    Jennifer felt sweat break out on her forehead. The mask was becoming uncomfortable now. She needed another drink.
    A waiter came by carrying a tray of half-filled champagne glasses. She stopped him and took one. “Hang on,” she said and took another. She drank the first one down in a New York minute and put the empty glass back on the tray. “Thank you.” The waiter nodded and walked away.
    As she sipped her drink, now feeling semi-drunk, her eyes fixated on those doors marked “private.” She noticed the same thing in all of the couples who exited them. One of them appeared dazed, sleepy and somewhat disheveled. They’d removed their masks at some point while in the room and struggled now to put it back on. The other, the so called vampire