London, national Opera's main stage


Right after lunch, Amber headed straight to the main stage of the Opera. Eleanor kept following, but she didn't mind. She felt in her element as she walked in the narrow corridors leading to the black stage. She loved the dark scene, the hundreds of red velvet seats in curved rows, in front of her. Even in rehearsals, she thrived for this grand feeling. Powerful and beautiful, the result of years of hard training, she almost couldn't contain her burst of joy. It was with a smirk on her lips that she walked, slightly moving her hips, towards the changing rooms.

She walked in, the smell of hairspray, make up and new, but already drenched in sweat, costumes filled her nostrils. She went to check her "tutu". She loved the black tulle, the texture making her body shiver. Raspy against her thighs, light and feathery while dancing. The piece of cloth was flowing around her, as folded wings yearning to be extended.The fabric brushed against her slim but strong body. Faint glimmers of silver stones proudly laying on her chest. The skin toned tights and her pearly white points, enhancing her long legs. Her light brown hair was still tied in a loose bun on the the side of her head. Some hair was falling out, but she didn't care, she'll do hair and make up after this last complete dress rehearsal.

Eleanor was also getting ready next to Amber. She admired Ambers body, her fine features and her long legs. Her slim fingers trailing down her corset to tie her costume. Amber's cold and high glance blazing in the mirror. Her entire attitude inspired respect and lust. She was beautiful and the black dress made her fearful. Eleanor seemed innocent and sweet next to her. As the virgin Marie, she had a feathery white halo around her. She was beaming with glee. Her fair pearly face had pink cheeks, as rose petals in the morning light. Her hair was adorned with pure crystals, and a tight silver net trapped it in a sophisticated chignon. It was a shame the rules of classical ballet didn't allow her brown waves to daintily fall to her shoulders. Eleanor was a little taller then Amber and had jump legs, which Amber didn't have, yet. However Amber crushed her at pirouettes and foot work. Her technique was close to perfection. Her ease seemed surreal and made the rest of them look like klutzes. She was equal to a fairy casting a spell on every lone soul watching her. Craving for her body. Eleanor was one of the few who could rival her raw talent. She knew it wasn't easy, bit she still had the upper hand, for now.

Not having a lot of time left, the last dress rehearsal until the premiere went quick. The spotlights were on, burning. The stage was ready for tonight, the last details just set in place. Eleanor was still on set for the last scene, giving Amber finally some time alone. She walked back through the hallways down to the changing rooms. As she was rushing to change, she heard her main choreographer's voice, Leroy, talking to another man. She tried to avoid them, but it was too late. She always ditched unnecessary human interaction, and knowing her choreograph, he would probably talk her into showing some random stuff to the unknown male. There was no need for so much contact in one day, Eleanor had already exhausted her for weeks. She walked past them with a cold look on her face and dodged any eye contact, as if they weren't worth of her attention. The hallway was so narrow, her shoulder brushed against the broad chest of the unknown person. She past them and thought she was safe from another boring conversation, but the choreograph called out her name.

"- Amber!"

She turned around and tried to achieve her best fake you-are-as-good-as-me face, in which she hardly succeeded. She she shot a icy glance at the two of them. The man Leroy was talking to, was quite handsome though. Brown curls, bronzed skin and glimmering green eyes. He seemed to be quite well built under that shirt, which she wouldn't mind ripping of. His game in bed was probably good. She had almost lost herself in his emerald eyes, that Leroy ripped her out of her intense stare.

"- Amber, this is Mr. Styles, which you may know.", Amber glared at him in disbelief and took back everything she just thought.

He knew she hated these posh, arrogant people. Although they were a great source of money. But still! She put on her most arrogant expression on her face, almost snarling at him, a little part of her trying to restrain her from being too obnoxious.

"- Nice to meet you Sir.", was the politest greeting she could think of. She would have ignored him, but Leroy shot her a death glare.

"- The pleasure is all mine." He answered, shaking her hand.

He was stripping her with his eyes. She was an incredibly beautiful creature, and quite fierce from what he could tell. He enjoyed her arrogant glance, making him smirk. She was a young dancer for the company ENB (English National Ballet), so she probably just had a minor part in the representation tonight. These young girls are usually desperate for attention, it should be easy to get her in his bed. While Harry was fantasizing on Amber's body, Leroy started talking.

"- Ms. Lorentz, is our youngest talent here, she will be performing as Odile tonight.", Leroy said proudly.

Harry was stunned, unable to believe what he just heard. Amber noticed his expression and smirked, not trying to hide her feeling of superiority at all anymore. She loved to feel powerful, and his dumbfounded face, was very gratifying. She saw how he examined her, and her proud glint in her eyes intensified. Harry felt challenged, and answered with delight:

"- My congratulation, he said with genuine amazement, as the new head of Styles & Malik Enterprise, I am delighted to meet such a stunning young lady like you.", he swiftly took her wrist, and kissed the lady's hand.

Her reaction was priceless, he thought. Amber's face was a mixture of disgust, anger and surprise. Never a man ever touched her without her consent. They would usually fear her dominance and leave her alone. She snatched her hand out of Harry's hold, and said dryly:

"- Thank you very much, it is a great honor.", sarcasm wasn't the best thing to do, but Amber just couldn't help herself.

Anger was rising in her gut, how dare he touched her like that. This filthy, snob, bratty, arrogant man. She had intimate moments with dozens of men, all under her control, never defying her. Too glad to be in her presence. She couldn't stand him. Her eyes were beaming at him, and his pleased attitude wasn't helping. She shot daggers with her eyes. Harry was very satisfied with the result of his actions. It was unexpected, any normal girl would have melted. The thought of it , made him chuckle. He could sense her intense look, daring him. Harry was about to say something, but Leroy cut him off:

"- Amber, why don't you go and change? You still need to put your make up on. You need to be perfect tonight." He said with a fake smile. His eyes clearly showing how mad he was.

"- Finally." Amber almost snapped, ignoring his glare. She wondered how long it took him to realize the tension between the two of them. He sure was slow. Fuming, Amber walked to the changing rooms.

Harry watched her hips swaying from the left to right as she was walking. She untied her brown hair, now loose, covering her neck. She was damn sexy, Harry thought. He was shaken out of his fantasies, as Leroy snapped:

"- What was that for, she clearly didn't want you to do that, and I had such a hard taming her.", Leroy seemed to be also mad at him, he didn't do anything wrong. Just teased her a bit.

"- Taming?" Harry rose an eyebrow and licked his lower lip. This girl, Amber, was definitely interesting, he thought. But Leroy just rolled his eyes, and turned around.

"- Let's get it the main stage." But it was too late, she had already snatched Harry's interest.

Notes

Hey, so here's chapter 3!!

first Amber/ Harry encounter ^^ hope you enjoy it :)

again if you have a piece of advice to give me, please don't hesitate, I would love it :)

thanks for reading !!! :D