Page 70 of Master of My Heart

He tilted his head as he looked at her, curiosity evident in his eyes. Electricity shot through her body and she felt a combination of danger and lust run through her veins.

She stared at him, feeling... something. I know him. How do I know him?

The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, then he waved his hand through the air. Her fear dissipated like smoke in the wind and she frowned, trying to remember... something. But she had no idea what. She shook her head and took a deep breath.

The man studied her face. “Are you okay?”

Sabrina looked over her shoulder and saw Grace watching, a concerned look on her face. But she didn’t approach her. Just looked at her with sadness. Sabrina looked back at the man. “I need to go.”

He tilted his head. “You look quite pale.” He motioned toward the door. “I have a car outside. Can I give you a ride?”

She stepped back, wary of going somewhere with someone who knew Aiden. “No, thank you.” Or maybe she should accept the ride? What would Aiden want her to do? This man had already touched her. He’d probably treat her as Aiden did. Maybe Aiden would like that. He had offered her to him, after all.

The man smiled suddenly and held out his hand. “My name is Damian Sinclair. I’m a new donor to the ballet company. You’re Sabrina, correct?”

She nodded and shook his hand, frowning in confusion. He’d seen her up on the roof. He knew who and what she was. Why was he acting as if he didn’t?

He continued. “I’ve heard a lot about you and am looking forward to seeing you dance.”

Maybe he was playing a game, like Aiden? Pretending he hadn’t seen her up on the roof to... protect himself? To protect Aiden? Sabrina glanced around and saw Grace still watching her.

“You have?” she asked, playing along with the man.

Damian nodded, studying her for a moment. “I have. I met with Martin to learn about donating to the company and he gave me a tour of the studios. I couldn’t help but notice you in class while he was showing me around. You’re quite talented.”

She gave him a nervous smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled again. “I must admit, I was hoping to meet you tonight.”

“Really?” she asked. “Why?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to meet the prettiest dancer in the company?” His smile was quite entrancing, but she was still confused.

She looked away, feeling her cheeks turn hot. “You certainly have a way with words.”

Damian laughed. “I’ve found being straightforward is always more effective than playing coy games.”

She looked back at him and smiled, enjoying his bluntness. It was rather... refreshing.

“You look much better. Are you sure you need to go?” He looked disappointed.

She momentarily hesitated, then remembered Grace was here. Sabrina didn’t want to be anywhere near her. It was too painful. If there’d been a chance Chase would have accepted her past, the relationship between herself and Aiden the last few days would certainly eliminate any chance of a future with him. “Yes. I’m sorry. Perhaps we’ll see each other again soon.”

“Now you’ve gone pale again. Please. Let me give you a ride home.”

“You haven’t been here very long.”

Damian shrugged. “Well, the only reason I came is leaving.”

She stared. “Only reason?” That didn’t make any sense.

He smiled. “All right, maybe not the only reason. I’ve heard the hors-d’oeuvres are quite amazing at these things.”

Sabrina smiled when he waggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Please?” he asked, his voice full of concern. And a hint of lust.

Sabrina looked behind her again and saw Grace was gone, then looked back at Damian. “I don’t know if Aiden would like me leaving with you,” she said in a very low voice.

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