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had staged its celebrity-studded grand opening only one week before and was now accepting reservations well into the next year. But, after three courses of name-dropping and preening, he was rapidly developing a headache.
    â€œSo, have you given any thought to my offer to design your space? I’d be willing to come up tonight and give you a free consultation.” The sensual proposition in her tone was anything but subtle.
    â€œTonight isn’t good for me,” Will said, massaging his temples. “I actually feel a migraine coming on.”
    Valencia didn’t bat a lash. “Oh, Donatella suffers from horrible migraines. She’s been seeing this fabulous acupuncturist in the Village. I’ve considered seeing him myself but I’m terrified of needles.”
    Will’s eyes darted around the restaurant for the waiter so he could request the check. Whatever misguided impulse had led him to initiate this date was long dead. He’d thought Valencia was just the kind of woman he needed on his arm. Polish, ambition, success—he’d thought they had those things in common. But he didn’t share her shallow ego-worship and naked materialism.
    Sure he’d come to appreciate the finer things in life and image was important to him, but he realized that he also valued something deeper. Take Melody, for instance. She was raw and real, take her or leave her. She said exactly what she was thinking, and she didn’t hide behind a pound of lip gloss and designer labels.
    Thinking back to class three nights ago, he bitterly regretted the way he’d run away when she’d made her feelings known. Even though she didn’t have much interest in the lifestyle he was trying to create for himself, there obviously was something to that saying, “opposites attract.”
    Melody and Valencia were polar opposites, and it was Melody he found attractive. Thank goodness he had one more class to let her know.
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    In the bathroom, Melody washed her hands and gave herself a once-over in the mirror.
    â€œI just love your hair!”
    Melody glanced over and saw a petite woman with short hair liberally applying a layer of gloss to her lips. The woman was studying her in the mirror.
    Mel was used to getting compliments on her extra-long tresses. Tonight she’d smoothed back her waves and secured her ponytail with a gold rope that she’d woven around the length of the hair to her waist. “Thank you,” she said politely.
    â€œWho does you?”
    â€œExcuse me?” Mel had never been fond of bathroom chat.
    â€œWho’s your stylist? I just have to know. My stylist Omar is fabulous. He’s done Beyoncé and Ashanti, but I’m always on the lookout for someone new.”
    Mel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I don’t have a stylist. I do my own hair.” She despised overpriced haircuts.
    â€œOh, of course. Well, it looks nice anyway.”
    Melody followed the woman out of the bathroom trying not to give in to the temptation to stick out her foot and trip the little minx.
    When the woman arrived at her table, Mel looked over to see what kind of loser had fallen for such conspicuous wiles. The moment she locked eyes with Will, Mel almost lost her balance in her uncomfortable shoes. They exchanged stunned looks, and as Will lifted his hand to wave, Melody forced her legs to move. She zipped back to her table, not daring to look back.
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    Melody stared at the elegant script on the door leading to Moonlight Dance Studio. Reaching out for the handle she suddenly snatched her hand back. There was no way she could go in there.
    She headed back down the hallway. She’d changed her mind about attending the final class at least a dozen times. Even now that she had gotten all the way down here, she just couldn’t see herself going inside…. Not after practically throwing herself at Will last week and then seeing him out with his date.
    She felt