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A perverse part of me wanted her to know that I’d been there. I wanted to picture her tonight, touching that pretty pussy as she breathed in our scents, just like this. I wanted her to picture all the things I was going to do to her as she made herself cum.

I left the room, the panties in my pocket. They’d be my new prized possession until I got the real thing.

This girl had ruined me.

And I couldn’t wait to ruin her right back.

CHAPTER 20

ANASTASIA

“Ana, can I talk to you for a minute?” Dallon’s voice floated through the room from the doorway, and I glanced up from my stretch, a thread of unease twisting its way inside of me.

What would Dallon want from me right now? I’d seen him flirting with Alena this morning as I’d walked in. I was hoping that was a sign he’d forgotten about me.

I walked across the room, aware of everyone’s eyes.

“Hey,” I murmured as I stepped into the hallway. “Is everything alright?”

He grinned, and the boyish prettiness of his face did nothing for me. He might as well have been a flickering candle next to a wildfire compared to Camden’s rugged beauty.

Dallon glanced down at my leotard. “That new?” he asked, and I flushed, for no other reason than I was wearing one of the new ones that Camden had bought me...and any time I thought about Camden I blushed.

“Yeah,” I said. “One of the outfits that came with the Knights sponsorship.”

He frowned, wrinkling his forehead. “What?”

“Nothing,” I quickly said, feeling like an idiot that I’d fallen for such a line in the first place.

Dallon would know about it if it was actually a thing.

I was starting to suspect that Camden had made the whole thing up.

Something to think about later…

I rubbed a sweaty palm down my tights, fidgeting as I waited for Dallon to deliver his news.

“We’re doing a showcase next month, and Madame Leclerc has chosen you to perform the Giselle pas de deux.”

My eyes widened. I’d dreamed about performing Giselle—or even a part of Giselle—since I’d started dancing. It was considered to be one of the most romantic dances in ballet. Act II’s pas de deux was ethereal, supernatural...perfect.

My heart felt like it might beat out of my chest.

“Who am I dancing with?” I asked eagerly, going through the male leads in the junior ensemble.

There were a few standouts like Paul and Dameon that would be really good...

“You’ll be dancing with me.”

I blinked. “Sorry, what?”

He grinned cockily, knowing the importance of his revelation. He was a principal dancer, the male lead of the whole Company. I was still in the junior company—thanks to my injury that had set me back several years.

“You’re going to have to repeat that, because I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming,” I told him, trying to keep the squeal out of my voice. I should be playing it cool, but this was it. This was the opportunity I’d been dreaming of, obsessing over—that I’d almost given up on.

My leg chose that moment to twinge in pain, trying to remind me of my limits.

I ignored it.

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