Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 701

It wasn’t Max who came through the door, but Annie.

Annie looked surprised to see her. “Ms. Brielle?”

Brielle nodded, watching as Annie walked straight to the desk, scooped up a hair clip, and slipped it into her purse. “Aren’t you heading out, Ms. Brielle?”

“The socializing isn’t over yet?”

Both asked at the same time.

Annie chuckled, “Not yet, probably another fifteen minutes or so. I got a call from my godfather, so I left early. Ms. Brielle, I passed your message on to Max. I’ve got to run now. I was worried you’d be waiting too long. Maybe give him a call to check in?”

Annie knew their phones were out of reach and messages couldn’t be delivered, so she dared to say so. She wanted to make Brielle feel more frustrated and more uncomfortable.

“Sure, thanks for the heads up.”

Brielle sat on the couch, helplessly watching the hair clip disappear into Annie’s bag as she departed, leaving the office quiet once

more.

Max was going to come back to work late, this would be the time. She started out lounging on the couch but gradually sat up straight with hands on her knees and a nervous sweat

car, a grin spreading across her face as the door closed. “Murray, I’ve managed to stir up trouble between Brielle and Max again. Gosh, I feel like

from a box beside her and popped it into her mouth. Murray’s gaze on her was tender as if she were just a mischievous little girl. No

the sweet from her lips to his, her eyes

his breath quivering, and his voice growing hoarse with desire. He was lost in her gaze and, after a moment, murmured, “Miss, it’s very

to the candy, or

her eyes full of

fantastic mood today.”

suggest something audacious, like another round of the role–play they had indulged in the night before. But he was so meek, so cautious, that he only dared to steal a glance at her

cheeks bulging with candy, Annie caught his look and smiled.

bobbing. Instead of driving off, he got out, opened the back door, and slid in beside Annie. She said nothing, watched him sit down, and then felt his arms wrap around

mood, Annie had no desire for sex, so she frowned slightly. “Haven’t I told you, when I want it, I’ll

know? Be

a crestfallen look, reluctantly released her. He returned to the driver’s seat and pressed the

been a teenager. She seemed like a girl who had grown up sheltered, but Murray knew all too well that Annie was