Her long, gracious fingers clenched around the tie on the bathrobe. Her stomach lurched with nerves. Blaze frowned, trying to work out why she was feeling… well, so damn shy all of a sudden. She’d never been self-conscious about her body in her life. Blaze knew she was in good shape, with not an ounce of fat on her, her muscles lean and defined. Okay, she wasn’t exactly a knockout in the… rack department, but that had never bothered her before. Big breasts would only have gotten in the way when she danced, and that had always been the most important concern in her life. But this morning, Blaze found herself wishing that instead of her half handfuls, she had a little bit more ‘action’ going on up top. Lord only knew how many women Fabien had slept with. She’d hate for him to look at her and find her lacking. Or, maybe, not too feminine, even. She sneaked a glance at the bronze figure she’d admired earlier. ‘Bronze Lady’ definitely had breasts. A g

          He groaned, a low sound that snapped her into focus. Heat rushed up her body, sending prickling tendrils beneath her armpits and the back of her neck before filling her face with warmth.           Eyes glued to Fabien's trembling body, Blaze took a step backward, her shaking hand reaching for the door handle as she pulled it shut behind her.    “Oh, my God...” she murmured.             Her knees were weak. She felt hot, as though she’d been rehearsing for hours. She fanned herself, then suddenly remembered that Willow was waiting on the phone. The receiver was still in her left hand. She lifted it to her ear. “Uhm… Willow, I’m sorry, could you wait a second more?”           Her voice came out as a croak. “He is just… getting out of th

         Despite the fact that it must have been years since he danced professionally, his form was perfect as Fabien began to spin on his left foot, his right leg raised and bent at the knee as he demonstrated a fouetté.          His right leg whipped around his body again and again as he spun, powering his turns, while his arms were held extended at shoulder height.“Oh, yes! I remember now!” Blaze exclaimed.          The sequence spilled into her mind in an unbroken chain. The ‘grand jeté’, followed by the increasingly frantic fouettés, then the despairing collapse and surrender at the end.          Fabien stopped, barely breathing hard from the exertion.“You still got the old moves, Fabien,” she said admiringly.

          The ‘Tropikana’ was packed with people and throbbing with loud music as Fabien pushed open the front door. Blaze bumped into him as he halted to let a couple of women pass by.          Fabien stood to one side to make room for her in the crowded foyer. He watched as she tackled the buttons on her coat, knowing already what was beneath it. He’d stared like a fucking schoolboy when she’d stepped out of the bathroom half an hour ago, her new dress swirling around her legs. Slim straps accentuated the delicate lines of her shoulders, while the tight bodice outlined her breasts.          He’d known instantly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts moved with each step, and the gentle, pouting outline of her nipples was visible against the silk. Blaze was his own personal mermaid, se

        The bathroom was so thick with steam that her dress was damp and her hair heavy with moisture. Blaze stood and used her hand to clean condensation from the mirror. The face staring back at her was tight with confusion and so much guilt.“Don’t push me away,” she murmured again, thinking of Fabien. “Don’t leave me alone…”          Blaze pulled off her dress, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped under the shower and thrust her head beneath it, lifting her face into the flow. For long seconds, she let the water sluice over her.          Then, Blaze reached for the soap and began to wash her body. Her breasts tightened as she smoothed her hands filled with soap across them and she remembered Fabien’s touch on her skin.          She washed the