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Kasey to lock up when you’re done and to organize for the overtime.”
    “Thanks, boss.”
    After giving his assistant instructions on how to deal with the workmen, Nathan exited the building. Driving through Manhattan at night was distinctly different from driving in LA where he’d been living for the last five years or so.
    Nathan had resisted starting a branch in New York for the better part of two years. In fact, if it wasn’t for his partners’ insistence that the fashion capital needed an Extreme Expressions he wouldn’t have been caught dead here. This city brought up too many painful memories. Once he had 104 running, he was getting the hell out of here.
    It took a while to get to Dirty Hypnotiq and when he did, all he saw was the long line that started at the entrance and rounded off at the corner before going into God knows where. Nathan was half afraid that he’d have to line up too. His brand of celebrity wasn’t often recognized because he specialized in making other people more famous rather than always being in the limelight. Luckily as soon as he got to the red-rope, security recognized him and let him in.
     
    Dance. Now everybody move
    Get your hands in the air
    Let the music burn you
    Burn, burn, burn, burn
    The words bounced deafeningly from the copious speakers held above the club by a circular railing reinforced with steel and pierced the ear. Purple, green and blue strobe-lights swooped and streaked over and between the mass of grinding bodies, agitating an already hyped up atmosphere. Nathan could barely make out the faces of the people jostling and stumbling against him as he made his way deeper into the club.
    With this wild crowd and the shadowy ambience, there was no possible way Nathan was going to find Shakira without getting creative. He made his way towards the DJs booth. The booth sat slightly raised above the main club floor, cordoned off from the dancing masses by a semi-circular wall of speakers each vibrating with music.
    There were four people standing next to the man on the turntables. All four recognized Nathan – probably because in the last few weeks each of them had dropped off their mix-tapes at Extreme Expressions for consideration as the house DJ. One of them exited the booth. Because of the loud music, Nathan had to shout his instructions but a few seconds later, the guy gave him the thumbs up.
    Mission completed, Nathan headed to one of the tables close to the bar and waited.
    Minutes later, the DJ announced over the muted music, “Shakira Dalton. Shakira Dalton. Beautiful name right there. Mm mm mm. Baby girl, you need to get to the bar cause we hear that there’s a surprise for you there.”
    Nathan couldn’t help the thrilled anticipation that crawled in his blood each time the DJ repeated the message. What would she do when she saw him? Would she run? Would she stay? If she stayed he would start his seduction. If she ran, he would chase her – then start his seduction.
    Shakira was screwed no matter what she did.
    He almost missed her. If he hadn’t been watching the bar so intently he’d have missed the woman who leaned over the counter to talk to the bartender. There was something about her that niggled at his memory. He had a clear view of only her back and what a back it was. Long dark hair fluffed out in tight springy curls fell almost to the middle of her back brushing against the fabric of her peach dress.
    The fabric of the dress molded over her tiny waist flaring out into curvy hips that cradled the most delicious ass before tapering off to end at her upper thighs. Where the dress ended, impossibly long legs continued, flaunting silky smooth chocolate skin that begged to be touched.
    Nathan had to swallow as he imagined having those long wrapped around his flunks and him cradling that pert ass as he fucked the mystery woman. It was only when she turned to scan the club that Nathan recognized her.
    Damn!
    Shakira?
    In one day she’d transformed