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.