Chapter 162

• At every moment, and in a "discreet" manner, Maximilien's eyes would land on the spectacular woman in the red bikini, Roshene Barclay. She had him completely captivated, bewitched, to the point where he couldn't stop looking at her. She looked incredibly tempting and beautiful in that two-piece swimsuit, which did justice to her slender and sculptural body. She was sitting on the lounge chair, chatting happily with Marina, Sasha, and Rachel.
• Elegant, beautiful, distinguished, sexy, sensual, lovely, intelligent. All these characteristics combined in one woman, a woman who was driving him crazy, on the verge of losing his mind. Even though she wasn't close to him, he felt his body reacting immensely. His heart was pounding furiously and rapidly, as if he were running a marathon, and his chest felt constricted with so many emotions that he had to control, suppress, and keep in check.
• No matter how much he tried to distract himself with his friends at the pool, his eyes would involuntarily seek her out at every opportunity. It was INEVITABLE. He was enamored with her, in a beastly, desperate, strong way. He had never had her and he needed her, at that moment he felt he would give anything and do ANYTHING to have her, to have her in his bed, under his sheets, to make love to her, to caress and kiss every inch of her body, to feel her under his skin, to make her tremble in his arms, not just once, but many times, perhaps forever. Because he was sure that once would not be enough, he would never be satisfied, on the contrary, he would want more and more of her, and that scared him, because if she weren't married, things would be completely different and he surely wouldn't let her go.