TANGO
TANGO The only problem – he doesn’t know I’m alive. Outside of setting myself on fire in front of him, I can’t think of any way I can capture his attention. I’ve consulted the Gods and they haven’t been any help whatsoever. If I could only stop thinking about him, but how to do that is the dilemma. He’s really nothing special to look at but when he walks into a room, my poor heart sinks into my shoes. One thing I do know – he dances the tango divinely. Once upon a time, I saw his sensual body movements as he danced; it was sheer magic the way he moved effortlessly across the floor with his partner. I imagined myself in my red dress and stiletto heels as his partner; clinging to him, following his every command, thrilling to his domination; I was in seventh heaven. Well, maybe not seventh heaven but it was up there somewhere. The very first time I saw him, I was ascending a flight of stairs leading to the museum, he was descending. We passed in the middl...