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rose.
    The ballet based on
the famous poem by Pushkin, with a music score using Tchaikovsky, traces the story
of a jaded Russian aristocrat who rebuffs the advances of Tatiana, in favour of
a flirtation with Olga, her sister, which leads to a fatal duel with her
fiancé, Lensky. Years later, he spies her in a ball in St Petersburg, now married
and beautiful, and hopelessly desires her despite her loyalty to her new
husband. Emotions range from passion to rejection to regret as the aristocrat
tries to entice Tatiana back under his spell.
    As they moved to the grand bar downstairs
during the first interval, William noticed a few familiar faces of business
acquaintances and their wives; nodding acknowledgements and brief greetings;
they were soon seated, and sipping cocktails. They had drawn a lot of admiring
looks as they entered; they were undeniably a striking couple, and due to both
of their reputations in their business, were well known by sight. William sat
as close to her as he could, his hand resting on her lap as he totally immersed
himself in looking at her face.
    "You have caused quite a stir in that dress," William
said. And, she is all mine, tonight, and every night after this, he could
not help thinking.
    "Ha, maybe they were glancing
at you." She quipped before leaning over and whispering in his ear so only,
he could hear. "Your own outfit definitely has my approval, although I
look forward to removing it from you slowly later!"
    He could not help, but blush at that
idea.
    They went back to their box before
the interval was at an end, wanting to settle in with time to spare, so they could
continue to talk in relative privacy about the quality of the music and dance.
    As the second act started, and in the
dim darkness, William allowed his fingers to tease and caress her inner thighs
through the delicate material, starting at her knees and slowly working his way
up to the pubic area.
    Shy that the occupants of the neighbouring
box might see them, Elle moved his hand away, and gave him a forbidding gaze,
but William just smiled innocently and returned his hand to his earlier task,
after a short interval. She sighed at his persistence, but allowed herself to
enjoy the sensations all the same, as his caresses started to quicken in rhythm,
her legs parted slightly spontaneously, and her head fell back releasing a soft
moan from her throat.
    His fingertips continued their persuasive
stokes bringing her slowly to a shuddering climax, biting her lower lips to
stop herself from announcing her pleasure loudly to people surrounding them.
    With her breathing coming less ragged,
she allowed herself to lean closer to him and said softly, "you are
extremely naughty, Mr. Dexter" and tapped his own thigh with her programme
in playful punishment.
    Feigning shock, he said, "Miss
Benedict, how can you say such a thing?"
    Elle did not reply, but placed her
own hand high on his leg, her fingers intentionally grazing his nether regions repeatedly
until his bulging hardness strained uncomfortably against the material of his
suit. As she noted a light gasp of breath escaping his mouth, she ceased
touching him. He tried to pull her hand back, as he craved relief to his
predicament, but she resisted; casting him a teasing evil grin she left him in
no doubt who had won the first round of the game.
    He pouted, but they continued through
the show with no more distractions.
    As the lights came up, he stood and
helped her to her feet. Kissing her on the cheek, he whispered good-humouredly,
“Looking forward to the next round.”
    Laughing, they stepped from the box
and out of the building.
    This time there were the familiar photographers
waiting, a few of them shouting their names, trying to capture their attention.
Random flashes of light temporarily dazzling Elle, causing William to tighten
his arm around Elle's waist possessively, as he noticed her hesitation. His
security manager and two others were waiting at the bottom of the steps,
keeping