Animalistic Desires 2

HES Part 2

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"Oh my god!" Yvette's friend, and member of the corps, Christine whispered in Yvette's ear. "He's gorgeous!"

It was definitely undeniable. Like in the case of Baryshnikov many women, and a few men, who had no interest in ballet found Rothman extremely handsome. 

"I have a fiancé." Yvette whispered back.  Christine, just looked at her, and flashed a coy smile.

"Well I don't!" Christine whispered right back to her.

"Mr. Rothman!" Ariana exclaimed, as he walked towards the corps. "We are delighted to have you here!"

"It is delightful to be here Madam." He replied.

"Um, mmm hmm." She replied with a nervous laughter. "Mademoiselle."

"Of course, Mademoiselle." He said, as he bent down to kiss the back of Ariana's hand. Ariana was known for coming off as cold, and emotionless. But it was obvious, by her reaction,  that even she was fan girling at the moment.

Even though Yvette dearly loved Fredrick, even she was entranced by the German Adonis that stood before them. Of course she was not alone. All the female members of the corps looked as though they were swooning over him as well. His thick German accent only made him come off as more exotic.

"May I address the corps?" Bartholomew asked Ariana.

"Of course!" She replied, as her face was still beaming. Definitely a sight to behold.

"I just want to say, that I am honored to be here!" He stated. "I had originally come to Boston, to check out your performance. However, when I arrived, I was saddened to hear about the tragic loss of Mr. Johnson. I'm not sure how many of you were made aware of this. But he had actually started, I guess you could say, a pen pal online type friendship with me. He had sent videos of some of your rehearsals, and I must admit, I was most impressed."

"He what?" Ariana asked as her eyes widened, with a look of annoyance upon her face.

"Oh I'm sorry." Bartholomew told her. "Did I reveal something that I shouldn't have?"

"No." Ariana sternly replied, as she folded her arms. "But it is policy not to tape the rehearsals. I didn't want anything getting out to the general public. I want opening night to be a surprising as possible. But under the circumstances, I have no choice but to forgive Mr. Johnson."

"That may be, and I am sorry if this information has upset you."  Said Bartholomew. "But had I not seen the rehearsals, I wouldn't have been so interested in your company. Nor would I be offering to fill in after the the untimely passing of Mr. Johnson."

I'm glad someone finally put that bitch in her place.  Yvette thought as she knew Alex had to be looking down, and laughing right about now.

"Now then." Bartholomew added. "Which one of the lovely ladies, that I see before me, is the Prima Ballerina?"

"That would be Yvette Walsh!" Ariana told him, as her eyes were scanning the dancers. "Excuse me, Miss Walsh?  Could you come here a second?"

"Um, sure." Yvette answered. As she stood up, and made her way to them, her heart began to flutter.  She felt like a school girl that had a crush on one of her teachers. Yvette's face felt flushed, hopefully no one would notice that she was blushing.

"Miss Walsh." Said Ariana. "May I introduce you to Mr. Rothman?"

Yvette looked up at him, and stared into his hypnotic eyes. They were mesmerizing, almost as if they weren't human. She couldn't help but give him a shy smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rothman." She said, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I am a huge fan of yours."