Animalistic Desires 2

HES Part 28

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Yvette finished up in the shower, and then dried herself off with a towel.  She then slipped into the bathrobe, that Bartholomew had provided for her. It was warm, and soft, and permeating with his intoxicating sent. While she caressed the sleeves against her skin, she closed her eyes. Yvette enveloped herself in the luxuriously comforting fabric, as well as it's enticing aroma.

She could not deny her feelings of elation, after making love to him. Was her feelings for him real?  Or was it just a way to shield herself from the pain of Fredrick's betrayal?  Whatever it was, she was hardly complaining. If this was living in the state of denial, then this was one state in which she would gladly reside.

It was all a dream come true, as she had a crush on him for years. She not only admired his dancing, as well as his almost immortal performance of Rothbart—she had always found him extremely handsome as well. If anyone had told her ten years ago, that she would have ended up in his bed—she would have thought that they were insane.

"Yvette, may I come in?" Bartholomew asked, as he knocked on the door.

"Um please." She answered, as her heart began to flutter.  When he walked in, he was beaming from ear to ear.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." He informed her. "I laid something out for you to put on. It's your costume for the grand finale. I also have the tiara, and the rest of the matching jewelry out there as well. I would like to see you in the entire outfit."

"Sure." She replied, while returning his smile.

"Great, I'll be out when I'm done. See you in a bit." He told her, as he placed a kiss upon her forehead. As Bartholomew made his way towards the bathroom, he turned his head. While looking back at her, he flashed her a coy smile—as he gave her a quick wink.

Yvette couldn't help but smile, as she made her way out to the living room. She then saw the dress laying on the couch. As she gently picked up the beautiful white gown, and examined it—she was taken aback by the gown itself. To her complete surprise, the gown was similar to how she pictured Odette's white gowns—when he was telling her the story of Swan Lake.

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"Wait!" Cried Fredrick, over the phone to Christine. "I thought Arianna had to go back to Greece because of a family emergency!"

"That's what we were told." Christine replied. 

"What's going on?" Paul asked.

"Arianna's body was found in Boston Harbor this morning." Fredrick informed him.

"What?" Cried Paul. "There is no fucking way that both murders aren't related!"

"Fredrick, what the hell is going on?" Christine cried over the phone.

"Paul's here." Fredrick informed her. "He showed me a recording that Alex made the night he died. Alex made it to warn Yvette, that Bartholomew Rothman tried to kill him. And that Bartholomew is not only the actual Rothbart, but that Bartholomew thinks that Yvette is the reincarnation of Odette."

"What?" Christine exclaimed. "That's insane!  Bartholomew Rothman is a huge ballet star. Only a mad man would believe that they were a character in a fairytale. And why would a celebrity like Bartholomew Rothman want to kill Alex, or Arianna?"

"Christine! Will you listen to me?" Fredrick begged in frustration. "Just because someone is a celebrity, doesn't make them infallible. You need to get over your idol worship, and concentrate on the well being of your friend. Yvette is in danger! I have to find her!  She and I had a fight, and I have no idea where she is."