I captured his eyes from across the room. The soothing instrumental music meant to relax minds and bodies helped me weave a hypnotizing spell. I focused my gaze on his and would not let go. The guy was gorgeous. His auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail that almost reached his butt. I could not help but imagine how he would look with that curtain of silk draped across his strong, broad shoulders. I thought about his bronze mane mixing with my blonde strands. It was a beautiful picture. His abs glistened with sweat. We were in yoga class. We watched each other as we twisted and contorted. By the end of class I had worked up quite a lather and it wasn't from the yoga. I dropped his eyes, dismissing him for the day. I am Mistress Victory Von Stryker and I pursue no one. If it is meant to be he will come to me. I felt his stare as I sashayed from the building. I had a feeling...