Page 257 of Chandelier Sin
Eve’s presence was an ethereal addition to Chrysalis. In any room, she shined and shimmered exuding a timeless style.
“Atticus.” She met my gaze. “You’d never know this place existed inside the club.”
“I know.”
“I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
I felt the same way.
She’d swept into my life like a radiant tempest, cleansing the present and revealing a path for a happier future.
“You’re staring at me again,” she said, smiling.
“Ridiculous,” I said, inwardly frustrated with my inability to tell her how I felt. Once I sensed she was ready, perhaps. After all she’d experienced, she deserved the time to recover.
I’d dined here so many times, and on most of those occasions I’d also erotically played with submissives. I’d fed them Teuscher chocolate truffles shipped in from Switzerland, watching them squirm with orgasms.
Yet none of them had captured my imagination—or my heart—like Eve.
I was glad to share with her this culinary excellence that was guaranteed to linger in the imagination long after the last bite.
The waiter came back with a breadbasket and set it down before us. The scent of freshly baked rolls wafted through the air and caused my mouth to water, reminding me how hungry I felt.
We both ordered caviar as an appetizer.
Then we savored the Périgord Truffle-infused Poulet Suprême, whereby the chef had pan-seared a succulent chicken breast and adorned it with shavings of rare Périgord black truffles, creating an explosion of taste with every bite.
We talked as we sipped the wine and ate our meals. The way Eve’s cheeks became flushed from the alcohol was endearing.
She’d lived a life of luxury, but never on her terms.
“How do you eat a hamburger?” I asked, curious.
“Why?”
“Just wondering.”
She leaned forward. “If I’m alone, with my hands.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, feigning horror. “And I thought you had class.”
Her laughter rippled through the air.
A cascade of dark hair framed her face, her cheeks still flushed.
Here she was, in her natural habitat of pure luxury.
I was mesmerized.
It was not just her physical beauty that stole my attention. It was how she carried herself with a regal air, a blending of confidence and worldliness that truly inspired.
It came time for us to indulge in a decadent dessert.
We savored the crescendo of flavors offered in a delectable chocolate mousse nestled in a white chocolate cup. The cup appeared gold-plated but was edible, the fake diamonds catching the light.
We savored the ambiance between delicious bites of food.
“It should be me taking you out to dinner,” she said, her eyes shining.
