He opened the door with a flourish. “Welcome to our new training center.” I didn’t know what I’d expected. A standard room with mirrors, maybe, or gray concrete and a barre. I should’ve known better; Asher Donovan didn’t do things halfway. Instead of a basic workout area, I walked into a full-blown professional ballet studio. Correction: it wasn’t a ballet studio; it was the ballet studio. As in, the ballet studio of my dreams, only even better.
