Chapter 42
Sébastien
I stand before Rowan , a sense of satisfaction settling over me as I take in the ensemble I've curated for her. Every detail, from the choice of lingerie to the accessories, reflects my vision for the evening.
Beneath Laurent's jersey, which she wears as a dress, she's adorned in a set of La Perla's Lilac Rose lace push-up bra and matching thong. The stretch Leavers lace hugs her form, the delicate pattern adding a touch of understated elegance.
Around her neck rests a gold chain necklace from Saint Laurent, its simplicity drawing attention to her collarbones. Her ears are graced with small, gold hoop earrings, adding a subtle shine to her look.
In her hand, she carries a Hermès Kelly Cut clutch in sleek black calfskin. A recent gift from Massimo. The clutch's elegant design and polished palladium hardware add a touch of sophistication, perfectly complementing her ensemble. This exquisite accessory not only enhances her outfit but also serves as a testament to the deepening bond within our pack.
Her makeup is minimal yet enhances her features, with a nude lip and soft eye makeup that highlight her natural beauty. Her hair falls in gentle waves, styled effortlessly, framing her face perfectly.
As I observe her, a surge of affection and desire courses through me. In this moment, she embodies everything I find captivating, and I can't help but feel a deeper connection to her than I anticipated.
As I gaze at Rowan, my heart swells with admiration. She looks absolutely stunning. "Tu es magnifique, ma chérie," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. I pull her into a fiery kiss, my lips claiming hers with a passion that leaves us both breathless. In that moment, I realize just how deeply she's gotten under my skin in such a short time. I can't imagine life without her now; she's become an essential part of my world, and I'll do anything to keep her by my side.
As the limousine glides through the bustling streets of Chicago, I rest my hand gently on Rowan's thigh, feeling the warmth through the soft fabric of Laurent's jersey that she wears as a dress. Together, we gaze out the window, taking in the city's iconic skyline. The towering silhouettes of skyscrapers, illuminated against the evening sky, reflect off the surface of the Chicago River as we pass. The city's vibrant energy is palpable, a mesmerizing blend of historic architecture and modern design.
Approaching the United Center, the excitement in the air becomes more pronounced. Our driver skillfully navigates through the crowd of fans and vehicles, pulling up to the designated VIP entrance. A uniformed bodyguard promptly opens the door, extending his hand to assist Rowan as she steps onto the pavement. I follow closely, placing a protective hand on the small of her back as we are escorted through a private entrance, bypassing the bustling main concourse.
We ascend via a private elevator to the suite level, the hum of anticipation growing louder with each floor. Upon reaching our destination, we are ushered into an opulent private suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer an unobstructed view of the arena, where the pre-game warm-ups are already underway. Plush seating, a fully stocked bar, and an array of gourmet refreshments await us, ensuring our experience will be nothing short of luxurious.
Guiding Rowan to a comfortable seat near the window, I keep my hand on the small of her back. As we settle in, the electrifying atmosphere of the stadium seeping into our veins, I realize how deeply she's gotten under my skin in such a short time. I can't imagine my life without her now; she's become an essential part of my world, and I'll do anything to keep her by my side.
Just as the game is about to begin, Massimo, Cole, and even a visibly irritable Xavier enter the suite, taking their seats with expressions of anticipation. The atmosphere is electric as the players take to the ice, and our collective focus zeroes in on Laurent, who exudes confidence and determination.
Midway through the first period, Laurent seizes control of the puck in the neutral zone. With remarkable agility, he maneuvers past an opposing forward, transitioning swiftly into the offensive zone. Executing a textbook deke, he evades a defenseman, creating a clear path toward the goal. As he approaches the crease, Laurent winds up and releases a powerful wrist shot. The puck sails past the goaltender's glove side, striking the back of the net with a resounding snap. The red goal light illuminates, and the arena erupts in cheers as Laurent's teammates skate over to congratulate him on the impressive play.
We rise to our feet, cheering and exchanging excited glances. Even Xavier's stern demeanor momentarily softens, a hint of pride flickering across his features. Laurent's goal not only boosts the team's morale but also reaffirms his invaluable presence on the ice.
As the final period progresses, the atmosphere in the suite is electric, each of us fixated on Laurent's commanding performance on the ice. Suddenly, a subtle yet unmistakable shift occurs. Rowan's scent intensifies, enveloping the room with a rich, alluring fragrance that sends a jolt through my system. The potency of her aroma is undeniable, and I notice the others reacting similarly, their attention momentarily diverted from the game to the captivating presence beside me.
It increases my own scent as my attraction rises.