Chapter 142

• They proceeded to play, Max took his cue, set up the balls in the center, and started the game. He was definitely amazed, Roshene was truly skilled, a real opponent.
• Every time it was his turn, she took advantage and watched him closely. His presence was as imposing as his personality, his height of six feet or more was so significant compared to her five feet two. His hands looked fine, soft, and delicate, his body so well-shaped and worked out, his exquisite taste in dressing and combining. At that moment, he was dressed very differently from the morning, wearing light jeans and a tight blue polo shirt. The muscles of his forearms were in full display, his masculine scent was so intoxicating, his aristocratic and perfect facial features, his well-formed and pink lips, and those blue-celestial eyes, so captivating. Maximilien was a man too interesting, too attractive, too handsome, and too dangerous for her.
• When it was Roshene's turn, it was he who gazed at her, aware that she was a beautiful woman, that much he couldn't deny, too much for his liking, elegant and distinguished, with a fascinating smile, bewitching eyes that invited anyone to get lost in them, a body full of perfect curves, very attractive to any man who looked at her, her face was beautiful, even more so when she smiled, her smooth and delicate skin, he could smell her divine scent from that distance, that aroma that enveloped him, but what had him most captivated were her red lips, so naturally red. At that moment, he was sure she had no trace of lipstick on her mouth and her lips looked so appetizing, lively and colorful, to top it off, her hair was very beautiful and long, she was a woman exactly as he liked them, just like that. He scanned her from head to toe, that white dress looked sensational on her, accentuating her tiny waist so well and then, those legs, toned, sensual and defined, her calves, her feet, GOD, HE COULDN'T KEEP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT!