CHAPTER 13

Michael's pov

I watched Sonia from afar, she stood in the midst of everyone. Taking a deep steadying breath, she lifted her arms gracefully above her head, waited for the first note of the flute and prayed the guys accomplished their mission. I couldn't believe she would do this all in the name of entertaining herself, this only indicated I should be more strict with her.

As the music began, the bells on her ankles tinkled in the cool summer night, a delicate suggestion of exotic seraglios, of submissive women and carnal pleasures. And she moved across the small stage in a gentle swaying rhythm, her smile promising heavenly delights, every man's attention riveted on her. Her lashes lifted seductively, she twirled to clamorous applause and over the heads of her audience she saw me slip through the back door of the house.

She danced then, an age-old dance of seduction and allure, her body offering intemperate passion, her small bare feet gliding over the rough lumber as if it were the