She spun around to see the man from the club coming toward her carrying two glasses of red wine. The black short-sleeve shirt he wore fit him like a second skin, as did the black jeans he wore. They left little to the imagination. She found it hard to turn her attention away from the blatant bulge in his jeans that looked more like a snake in his pocket. Hard as it was she did so and found herself locked into the hypnotic pull of his eyes. She saw many things in that spellbinding gaze…lust, power, passion. She could get lost in those eyes that seem to glow against his dark skin.

He stopped in front of her and she accepted the glass he handed her, and took a sip to wet her mouth that suddenly went dry.

“Why? Why have you brought me here?”

“Because you entice me. The scenery here is beautiful and I’d like to make love to you here.”

She choked on her next sip. “What? Really? And just like that you think I’m going let you?” She chuckled. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“I don’t know what kind of girl you are. I’m trying to find out. But I do know you could be whatever kind of girl you want to in a dream,”

“A dream? So, I’m dreaming, huh?” she chuckled disbelievingly.

“You don’t sound convinced. Shall I step off this balcony and prove it to you?”

She looked over the balcony and raised her eyebrow. “We’re three flights up.”

“I know that. In a dream I wouldn’t be hurt, right?”

She looked over the side again and smiled. “Whatever, you’re not jumping off…”

Before she could say anything else, he put his glass down on the floor, stepped onto the ledge and stepped off. Christina screamed and reached for him dropping her glass. He hovered in the air for just a few seconds and slowly drifted to the sand unharmed. She leaned over the side staring down at him trying find her voice, but before she could he jumped back over the side of the railing as easily as a child would hop a hydrant. He picked up his glass and took a sip.

“See, a dream.” He noticed her glass on the floor. “I’ll get you another one.”

Her gaze followed him out the room as she tried to calm herself.

“Ok. I’m dreaming.” She began pacing, trying to rationalize things. “All of this is a dream.” She stopped. “No. He’s not a dream, he’s real. I’ve seen him before. I know him.”

“Yes, you have seen me, but you do not know me.”

She took the glass that he offered upon his return. “You’re that man that was stalking me,” she said with a teasing grin. “Aren’t you?”

He chuckled and leaned next to her on the balcony wall. “Yes.”

“So, why am I dreaming about you?”

“Maybe you’re intrigued by me and you really want to get to know me, but you’re afraid.”

She chuckled. “Really? Is that what you think?”

“I’m not here to think. I’m here to give whatever you need and anything you want to make you happy.”

“You want to make me happy? Why?”

“Because I want you for my wife.”

“Your wife, huh? Well, to be my husband you would have to be strong. Are you strong?”

He smiled. “You have no idea how strong.”

She nodded. “Ok. My husband also has to be brave. You know, not afraid to stand up for me or for what’s right. Can you do that?”

“I am a warrior and an honorable being. It is how we operate.”

She put her empty glass on the stand by a large, round bed and slid on to it. “What’s your name?”

“Mikhail.”

She smiled. “Well, Mikhail, since this is my dream, I can do what I want and say what I want, and you can’t hurt me, right?”

“I would never hurt you. Do what you will, say what you want. Have no fear of me.”

She giggled. “Well, Mikhail, my husband would have to be able to please me in bed. He’d have to be a good lover to keep me happy.” She turned over on her back. “Could you do that?”

“With pleasure.” He put his glass next to hers and moved to join her in bed, but she stopped him.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you first…and don’t rush. I want to see all of you.”

He backed up and unbuckled his belt then slowly undid his zipper. Next, he pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth movement.

Her gaze fell over his upper body. She tried not to lick her lips as she surveyed him. His hair was cut close to his head and he was clean-shaven. His jaw line was square and strong. His chest was hairless and without mark. He threw the shirt on the foot of the bed. His pants dropped easily to the floor where he stepped out of them, with just minor tugging on his part. The snake that she spied earlier was now more like a python in comparison.

He stood naked before her in the moonlit room and as her mouth went dry again; she had no choice but to lick her lips openly as she continued her survey of his body. His symmetry was perfection with the graceful lines of a dancer himself, every muscle full and in perfect form. He was tall and lean, but not at all skinny. His skin was as smooth and dark as milk chocolate. Looking at him in his entirety, she found her mouth was no longer dry, but she was almost salivating.

“Do I meet your approval? May I come to you now?”

“Oh, yes, please come,” she breathed out and opened her arms reaching out to him.

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