Stalking in the New Year by Emma Bray

She captivated me from the moment I first saw her up on the stage dancing her little heart out.
She’s not like the other nightclub dancers. She moves with grace and fluidity.
A ballerina.
Poetry in motion.
Her long red hair and luminous green eyes hold me spellbound, calling to me.
I’ll die if I don’t watch her.
She’s my obsession.
And tonight, on New Year’s Eve…
She’s mine.