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Dance for the Billionaire

by

Jewel Moore

Chapter One

Chantelle Payne adjusted her long woolen skirt and straightened the he the buzzer next to the heavy door painted an unco black

“Yes?” The door swung open without a sound and she was startled by the appearance of thethe tops of most doorways

“I’e to run back to her car and speed away

“For what purpose?” The man, obviously a bouncer, looked her slowly up and down and Chantelle cringed inside She knew that she wasn’t dressed appropriately She’d had to rush out of her last lecture and had risked getting a speeding ticket to get to the club on time

“I have an audition”

The man’s lips curved into a sle word, “Sure”

Instantly annoyed, Chantelle straightened her shoulders, glared up at him and said with all the hauteur she could muster “I don’t have time to stand here all day!”

“Sorry,” he apologized, see to remember that it wasn’t his place to assess her suitability “Please come inside I’ll tell the boss you’re here”

Chantelle stepped through the fire door into the lavishly furnished club Never in a ined that she would be here today, but life had left her little choice

“Are you Elle?” asked a cultured, well- from behind her

Turning, Chantelle took in the man as a blast fro a psychedelic shirt and flared red trousers, Colin Ar the part of a pimp in a blaxploitation ht hand and even from a few feet away, Chantelle noticed that it was professionally manicured

“Yes,” she responded, willing herself not to laugh at his attire; she needed this job too desperately

“I’m Colin” He offered his hand and she shook it “You’re a bit larger than I expected, but your face is gorgeous”

Chantelle would have loved nothing better than to tell hio jump into a lake, but she kept her features cohness

“If you can dance I would be willing to take you on, if you proularly”

“Do you mind if we start the audition, please?” Ti she needed was to waste ti promises she would only have to keep if he offered her the job

“By all means” His lips pursed pri control of the situation She wouldn’t normally have done, but she had less than two hours to drive back to the university campus and eat her homemade sandwich before the start of her next lecture He pointed towards a dark red door “The changing rooht an outfit to change into?”

“Yes, I have,” she told him and then hurried towards the indicated door

Slipping off her outer garments, Chantelle rubbed her ar roo a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked back into the club

“Hot dairl, your body is fly!” Colin clearly watched far too many African-American movies And they were obviously the o indicated

Chantelle shteen-inch difference between her waist and hips was dramatic and at 5’10” she was tall for a woman Her unusualclothing She tended to wear loose, flowing clothing which er than the size 12 on the labels of ht them to her local tailor to have the waists adjusted

“Why didn’t you tell ly clothes?” he demanded

“I would have done if you’d refused to let me audition for you”

“You’re sassy I think I’ to like you”