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had never seen this story.
    She was thrilled that he remembered,
and her joy of this knowledge was written all over her face, as he gazed over
at her, which gave a thrilling response to his heartstrings.
    As a cautious person, he never imagined
he could be this close to falling in love so quickly, but the dominance of his
emotions was overpowering every rational argument his cautious mind put forth.
Despite the shortness of their relationship, he was burning to ask her to move
in with him.
    An hour later, Elle stepped out onto
the top deck, her dress billowing gently around her legs, as the breeze teased
the material. William had been casually drinking from a flute of champagne,
when his reaction to seeing her stopped his hand's journey to his mouth halfway
through the air.
    The effect was clear for all to see.
From every pore of his face was written fully of the feelings and admiration he
was experiencing, his heart missed a beat, a deep breath taken. She greeted
this admiration with a smile, a blush rising from the neckline of her dress to
her cheeks.
    She had chosen a black dress made of
hand embroidered satin crepe fabric embellished with a satin waistband and back
detail. It had a ruffled neckline effect that plunged to provide a glimpse of
tantalising bronze cleavage.
    A sudden swelling developed in his
groin area, as William noticed for the first time that her cleavage bore no giveaway
white tanning marks; the mere thought of her tanning herself bare-breasted made
him feel hot and bothered. He would certainly appreciate the view of a
topless Elle, sprawled across his sun deck, as she sun bathed
    "Ready?" Elle spoke, breaking
his daydream.
    "Umm...yep," he said feeling
dazed by the interruption of her voice into his thoughts, bringing him back
into reality. He resisted the urge to kiss her before they moved down the gangway,
as he wanted his erection to lessen as much as possible.
    He gestured for her to go in front
of him, down the walkway that leads from the boat, onto the pier. A paved pathway
led from the private pier, down the sculptured gardens, and to the side of his
friend's house, to where a car was waiting. He walked a few steps behind,
avoiding any contact with her skin. His driver opened the door for her, allowing
her to slide into the back seat before him.
    Elle noticed that he kept giving her
sly looks as they travelled towards Covent Garden. He appeared more nervous than
she had seen him be before.
    "Are you ok?" Elle asked,
curiously.
     He had experienced
harassment before with the press pinpointing his yacht’s movements, and
shadowing their course, in order to obtain exclusive photos of guests aboard
his boat when rumours were rife with a new love interest and was fearful of a
repeat if the press followed them back to the yacht later.
    Until now, they had managed to keep their relationship low-key
in public, using their business contract as an excuse to be seen together on an
occasion, but always denying anything personal.
    Elle's musical laughter washed away
any negative thoughts he had been having, leaving them to gaze intently at each
other for the rest of the journey.
    With the vehicle pulled to a stop,
they shared a brief kiss before the driver, Edward, opened the door. William slid
from the car first. After straightening up, he held out his hand to help Elle,
as she carefully made sure the long hem of her dress was clear of her heels,
before she raised herself out of the car.
    There were plenty of people milling
about outside as they made their way to the entrance of the imposing building
named The Royal Opera House, which housed both the Royal Ballet and Opera
companies. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, so William began to
relax. His hand rested on her exposed back, as they walked up the long spanning
stone steps to the building. There was just enough time to buy a programme of
the performance, take their seats in the grand tier box before the lights
dimmed, and the curtain