Dance Of Desire by Sweet and Special Books Page B

to my parents. She hastily wiped at the tears. No. She was not going to give up now. She just needed to sleep–asafe, dreamless, long sleep.
    She caught the driver watching her in his rearview mirror. He smiled when he saw her looking. “Long day, Miss?”
    She nodded. “Exhausted.” Cassie looked again in the mirror, her gaze meeting her driver’s bright eyes, and a flash of recognition came to her. She had seen him before. At the club!
    The club! The club she and her friends had gone to the other night – she could hide out there for few hours. And, she thought to herself, he might be there. That nameless hunk she had danced and flirted with. The one she thought had…
    Cassie drove the thought away from her mind. He didn’t. That’s it. Her friends said they had left her in her apartment and had locked her door. He did not come with them, so in case he had some kind of Spiderman ability and could climb walls, he had not come inside her apartment like a few flashbacks into another nightmare was telling her. She could not remember the whole of that dream though. Why couldn’t she remember the good ones?!
    Hopefully, he is not dancing and holding tight to some other girl rubbing up against him. That’s my job. Shit, I’d pay to have that job.
    She giggled a little hysterically in spite of her exhaustion. She relayed her instructions to the driver.
    “Do you know where that is, Gabe?”
    He smiled, almost smugly. “Absolutely.”
    Cassie sighed, breathing in more of the warm, lovely scent in the cab and dozed off. So after what seemed like only seconds, she was transported across town.
    “We’re here, Miss,” called the driver gently voice.
    “Oh. Really?” Cassie looked out of the cab, her eyes drowsy. She’d arrived, all right, and the disappointment hit her. “It’s closed.”
    “Sign says ‘closed for maintenance, go to our sister club...” the driver trailed off when his eyes moved somewhere else to the right. “Wow. He’s a looker,” he cooed in admiration at a man just passing the club, under the light of a fading street lamp.
    Intrigued, Cassie looked towards that direction, too.
    It was Paulo! The guy from her dream! She had a flashback about a guy giving her a massage in a sunny beachfront and in her dream, he was Paulo. Or…
    No. This was the guy! The hottie she’d danced with who had all those magic drinks. She couldn’t be mistaken even when she had been helplessly drunk that night. Why else would she dream about him if not after meeting him?
    Not minding the muddling of her thoughts – she had been quite familiar with muddled thoughts the past few days anyway – Cassie hastily paid the driver and leaped out of the cab before the man “Paulo” could get away.
    “Hey you!” she yelled, and the man stopped. There was no one else there except him. It was quite late already, and all the other customers to the club must have gone to the sister club. She clumsily rushed over to where he was and nearly fell at his feet if he had not caught her. She should have been embarrassed, but her relief at seeing him was much more intense than any other feeling she might have had.
    He’ll make it better , she thought. He’ll tell me what really happened. He’ll take care of me. He’ll make the nightmares go away! were the thoughts that rushed through her head somehow. Everything started that night. He was in her dreams. He must know something about all the weird things that had been happening to her!
    “Hey, take it easy, lady!” Recognition dawned on him as he got a closer look at her face. “It’s you !”
    He remembered her, and Cassie was pleased that he did. The look on his face certainly showed his delight at seeing her. But the light in his eyes was quickly extinguished as he did a quick scan of their surroundings.
    His gaze was particularly penetrating when it passed over the shadows and the darker alleys. It was almost as if he feared they were being watched. It was late, and the