“As we walked together toward the main mansion – all lit up for the night – Michael told me that, on our way over to Los Olivos and while I was conked out and drooling on his shoulder, likely turning myself into the most undesirable woman on the planet – he had called the ranch and asked for dinner to be prepared. Dinner for two.”
“I was beyond exhausted and, for once, I hoped sleep would come easily. After spending the afternoon and evening dancing and rehearsing some new routines, I finally entered my private quarters and threw myself on the bed. Face down, my arms wide open like I was nailed to a cross – which sometimes I felt I was.”
“We were in bed and time had stopped being of any importance. I didn’t even know when I had first stepped into this man’s apartment and now I cared even less. All I wanted was this night to continue, and it wasn’t just because Michael was taking me to heights I had never experienced before. What had I been missing?”