Page 249 of Chandelier Sin
Walking up the short flight of steps together, we peered up at the twinkling lights glinting above, casting us in its warm glow.
Chrysalis was bathing uswith its approval.
Then we slow-danced, standing close, him turning me slowly, my right hand in his, his other hand at the base of my spine.
“There’s no music,” I said softly.
“We are the music, baby.”
I flung my head back in a laugh. “The things you say.”
“There’s my Eve.”
“We should talk about everything.”
“Later.” He nuzzled my hair and breathed in my scent.
“Is it over?” I whispered.
“It’s over.”
I peeked over his shoulder.
The mesmerizing surroundings captured my imagination like no other foyer ever had, even those I’d visited in Prague or Paris—or anywhere for that matter. It was the light, the atmosphere, the myth coming alive around me.
The entryway’s attention to detail was awe-inspiring, with the chandelier’s intricate crystal droplets and the refracted light.
Something told me Eloise would love all this. She was a girly girl and loved everything twinkly or shiny.
She was at Atticus’ for the night with two of his closest friends. Mia and Cameron were the best babysitters a woman could ask for. They’d also reassured me a team of highly skilled security followed them everywhere they went. The men were discreet, but present.
Being the widow of an arms dealer meant I, too, had security now.
Finally, Atticus and I stepped away from each other. I immediately missed the feeling of having his body against mine.
Reaching for the lapels of his sharp suit, I pulled him in for a kiss, pressing my mouth to his and savoring his taste, savoring the way his tongue tangled with mine, bringing that familiar spark of arousal.
I’d dressed for fine dining, wearing my new halter-neck dress that emphasized my figure—now that I was comfortable flauntingit. I wore only a little jewelry, my makeup light and simple since there were no more bruises to conceal.
My only regret was that I still had to wear my wedding ring. Atticus had warned me this was essential. It must be business as usual in all aspects, playing the part of the grieving widow, including wearing this rock of an engagement ring.
How I’d endured my past with Aemon was remarkable. It made me appreciate every day of freedom I enjoyed.
It made me appreciate a man like Atticus.
I leaned back and whispered, “Thank you for this.”
“No need to thank me.” He swept a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I know what it means to be invited here.” A rush of happiness caused my cheeks to burn.
We were surrounded by a profound grandeur. I was going to leave here with the knowledge of what a club could truly be. Compared to Pendulum, with its stuffy style, Chrysalis had timeless elegance.
The theme was orchestrated towards the feminine. This opulent interior exuded luxury, characterized by its cascading drapes and sumptuous velvet furnishings. It truly embodied the pinnacle of design highlighting the sacred feminine. It didn’t overshadow the inherent masculine ambiance, either.
From the meticulous marble to the ornate molding and architectural features adorning the walls, it all spoke of an appreciation of color. Its deep hues of gold, burgundy, and royal blue contributed to the overall sense of decadence.
“This way.” Atticus took my hand and led me down a hallway.
