Part One

He let his gaze travel over the dance floor until his eyes found her. He was sure it was her. He had seen her dance so often and her movements were so unique, that even he would be able to recognize her in a room full dancers.

From his position, he could see her every move down there on the dance floor. He had to admit he really started to like this new concept of this club.

A round dance floor on the main floor with three levels of private suites above it. In addition, they all had this opening so you could look down to the dancers. The music was a bit too loud for his taste and his sensitive ears though. You could barely hear the voices of the people in the suites next to him.

He chuckled softly to himself and shook his head when he realized it sure could be an advantage.  Still smiling he turned his back to the railing of the suites opening and checked the small room one more time. Everything had to be perfect.

The lights were dimmed and the waiter had brought a bottle of champagne for her, which was cooling on the small table in front of the massive couch right now. A mirror graced the wall, which was the closest to the couch. He smiled mysterious when he saw it, before tucking at the light white drapes that were framing the opening. Silently they swank close.

A grin spread across his face when he realized that they were see-through and would only create the illusion of privacy. He could still see the shadows of the people in the suite across the dance floor, but he couldn’t tell who it was anymore.

He hoped she wouldn’t back out of it, but trust him enough. He needed a little adventure after this last five months. After the birth of his second son everything revolved around his four kids and with three of them being under the age of six and one being a teenager, it sure could be stressful. He wanted a little excitement, he wanted to be naughty and play with fire.

He grabbed his coke and peered through a small crack that the drapes were forming, down on the dance floor again. There were more beautiful girls in this place than in any other club he had been before. Some men really tried hard to get their attention. His brown eyes narrowed in jealousy when he realized that most of the guys were working their way to a specific woman on the dance floor.

HIS woman! They were drawn to her like moths to the light.

He knew she was beautiful, sexy and very charming and he knew she loved to dance. It always looked so effortless and elegant when she was moving. Her long blond hair was moving around her and set a strong contrast to her little black dress. She had fun, you could see that and she didn’t seem to give a damn about all those guys who were trying to impress her.

With a small smile and shaking of her head, she turned down one offer after another. Rich put his coke on the table and left his suite with long purposeful strides. He jogged down the sadly illuminated stairs and reached the main level. Without looking at someone else, he moved through the dancing crowd towards her.