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his office. He had known he
wanted her before she even turned around and looked in his eyes. “Maybe Miss
Winters would care for something? Another glass of champagne
perhaps?” Blythe’s smile this time was genuine, and he felt something
inside of him shift.
    “I’m
fine. Thank you, Mr. Moore.”
    Dietrich
didn’t know if he liked hearing “Sir” or “Mr. Moore” come from those pretty,
red lips of hers. When he realized Sandra had yet to leave he waved her off and
said, “Thank you, Sandra, but I think Miss Winters and I are content for the
time being. If we need you I’ll be sure to call.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Sandra turned
and disappeared toward the back of the cabin and behind the galley door.
Hearing the flight attendant use the same title Blythe used didn’t have the
same effect on him.
    “So,
Miss Winters, I’d love to hear about your endeavors en pointe .” She looked down at her lap, and her dark blonde hair made
a curtain around her face. He found he didn’t like her hiding what she felt
from him. He leaned forward, knowing that he was overstepping the boundaries he
set for himself, but unable to stop himself. He tilted her head up with his
finger under her chin. Her light green eyes widened at his blatant close
proximity. He brushed her hair away from one side and curled it around her tiny
ear. He let his finger trail over the delicate shell, marveling that her flesh
was soft and smelt of soap and something lightly floral.
    “Mr.
Moore?” His name came from her as a whisper, and he found his gaze trained on
his mouth. “What are you doing?” There was uneasiness in her voice, and that
sound is what had him realizing what he was doing. He let go of her and leaned
back in his seat. The temptation to touch her had been too strong, and he had
crossed a line because of his selfish needs. He would have Blythe Winters, and
so would Stellan, but all of that was in due time. Pushing her too fast would
only end up in pushing her farther back. That was something he wasn’t about to
risk.
    “I
apologize, Miss Winters. That was completely inappropriate, but please don’t
hide yourself from me.” He offered her a smile he hoped reassured her.
    “It’s
fine. Everything is fine.” She pushed her hair off her shoulders, and he
wondered if he rattled her that badly. “My mother put me in ballet when I was
five after my father … left. I guess she thought it would keep my mind off things
and help me stay busy. I took to it pretty fast and stayed with it all through
high school. I knew I wanted to continue with it, and so I decided to venture
away from home and start fresh in New York.” Her voice was a bit shaky, and he
wondered what had happened in her life and if she would trust him with her
past. She took a deep breath and continued. “I started going to school and
training when I first came to New York. Everything was going great, but then I
hurt myself on stage, and it ended before it even really started.” She grabbed
the blanket that sat on the empty seat beside her. “Nothing violent happened,
and I didn’t have an affair with my instructor.” She was teasing, and he knew
it was her way of deflecting from the seriousness of the topic. “I was
practicing a pas de deux .
Ballet is strenuous on the body to begin with. You get aches in places you
didn’t even know existed.” She started picking at the hem of the blanket. “Long story short, my partner didn’t hold me in the right
position, which resulted in me falling and landing awkwardly on my ankle.
Needless to say my career was over. I stopped pointe altogether, even
withdrawing from school.” She unfolded the blanket and laid it over her lap.
“Okay, enough with the depressing topic, Mr. Moore.” She smiled, and it was
filled with so much sorrow Dietrich regretted even bringing it up.
    There
were many things he wanted to say to her, things that would bring light to her
eyes again and wash away the disappointment that poured from her.