As she danced Alina glanced into Charles’s eyes. The same look of yearning was there.
“Better now?” she asked, smiling.
“At least you’re in focus!” he told her, smiling. “Even if it just makes it more frustrating! Your resume said you used to study ballet…why did you give up? You clearly have an amazing talent.”
“I grew too tall…taller than some of the guys in my class,” she sighed, still dancing to the music. For some reason she was really getting into this dance. At first it had been slightly creepy to think of this man drooling over her…but men had admired her body for at least half of her life, and at least this guy was paying for the view. She’d once auditioned as a dancer in one of the late night bars in Bucharest, but the thought of so many men drooling over her was just too dem
