The King's Ballerina

Emika pushed through the glass door, pulling her earbuds out and pushing the hood off of her damp hair. In attempt to escape the dreadful Seattle rain, she took cover in the first building she spotted. As she looked around, she noticed that it just so happened to be a gym. A boxing gym. There were weighted bags in rows, and several other pieces of intimidating equipment lined up. There was only one other person that was in there as well despite the spacious area.

My God, she thought.

He looked absolutely sinful, with dark hair matted to his forehead, a gray shirt fitted to his muscled body and drenched in sweat. His arms were massive, probably capable of killing Emika in seconds. He was tall, even able to tower over her slender 5'9 form.

He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life.

His large, thick hands were wrapped and were flying to meet the bag that was swinging with the power of his hits. The only sounds in the whole room were his heavy breathing, the pounding of his punches and the rain beating against the windows that lined the opposite wall. The door behind her closed with an echoing thud and she jumped at the sudden noise, broken from her captivation. The beastly man froze, and looked up. Her breath hitched as she stared wide-eyed into his piercing eyes that were narrowed on her.

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Warning, this book contains explicit language and violent scenes. Please read at your own risk!