Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 88

“Brielle! Open up right now!” Anger and humiliation churned within, a tempest raging in his chest.

Brielle lounged on the couch, making no move toward the door, her arms instead wrapped around Max’s neck.

Max glanced down at her, easing her hands away, “Not going to answer the door?”

Brielle snorted with amusement, pointing first at him, then back to herself, “So that he can find out that the almighty Mr. Dorsey has graced us mere mortals with his presence to personally attend to an employee?”

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

“Bang! Bang!”

The pounding on the door persisted, a clear sign that if the door wasn’t opened, the knocking would become a permanent fixture.

quickly powered it down. Outside,

in his eyes. In truth, the specific reason he had ended up in Lillian’s arms was now a blur. He only remembered drinking and feeling irritated by Brielle,

mind, muddled by booze, remembered only the softness of her embrace, and her whispering, “If it were

blessing, yet Brielle seemed clueless

leaning casually against the door, devoid of

lightly, “Spencer,

but with Lillian, he felt everything. Lillian was understanding, considerate, and even after knowing he was unwilling to break

pricked at Spencer, prompting a swift denial. “No, I’m at the

his words were crystal clear to

twirling Max’s tie.

pressed her hand down, careful not to disturb

clumsy lies continued. “Just some work

heart raced. She had never had the chance to see Max’s private side or to gaze up close at that face, which must be a happiness in itself. She felt her mouth dry out, suspecting every woman probably dreamed of conquering him.

you dine privately with Max?

They hardly speak, maybe cross paths at work, but his