Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 39

Aubree’s gaze was glued to her smartphone screen, her heart racing with anticipation for Brielle’s reply. When the message finally popped up, a sudden wave of relief washed over her, and they instantly fell back into their usual banter.

[You hooked up with The Priest?! Bri, you totally hit the jackpot!]

Aubree had been feeling pretty down, but Brielle’s news perked her right up. She couldn’t help but keep probing for juicy details. [Does he kiss with tongue? Is it intense? I mean, a

like him, a real catch – does he actually get passionate in bed?] guy

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Aubree was nothing if not blunt in their private chats. She was dying to get Brielle to spill every last detail. Brielle, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. Influenced by Aubree, she had grown more comfortable talking about such matters, but she was nowhere near as forthcoming.

Did Max kiss with tongue? She stared at the message just as Max descended the staircase, indicating the meeting was over.

He was dressed to the nines in a custom-tailored black suit that made his skin look especially perfect, the overhead lights softening the sharp lines of his face. A man like Max, if he ever decided to cast his net, he’d probably catch everyone in it.

flawless. If he had a

gaze. “Doesn’t your hand hurt?” He approached, his eyes settling

eagerness to chat with Aubree, she had unwrapped her bandages. Her hands were swollen but, thankfully,

ever told you how dashing you

meticulously fastened the topmost button and glanced down at her at her words, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow over his

her mind hit a wall, and

like that, I might not

It’s a universal reaction

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flicker of attraction, but catching the calm in

detached from others’ admiration, affection, or desire,

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of extreme rationality, so much so that he could pull away from the brink of ecstasy at a

laughing

up, noticing the fading imprint on her