The second I saw her, I knew she would be mine. Swaying seductively to the music, eyes closed, head thrown back, lost in the magic of the music. Her long lithe body and mouth-watering curves had me instantly mesmerized. Her beauty, incomparable, sultry and exotic, called to every cell in my body, louder than the 120 decibels of our last concert. It should have been easy. Women threw themselves at me day and night. Fans, groupies, waitresses and hairstylists, I was never at a loss for a new body to warm my bed. But Aria Winters was not just another girl. Unphased by fame and stardom, she looked at me…