Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1374

"The thrill of it all is something most folks can't even dream of," she said, laughing and propping her head up with one hand. After she said that, she heard his earnest question. "Like what?"

Irene glanced briefly at a certain part of him. "Like what happened yesterday in the restroom. Haven't you experienced it already?"

Bryan's face instantly flushed red.

The other women had been silently watching these two, utterly baffled. How come this man, impervious to all their flirtations, could blush so readily at just a word or two from Irene? Bryan shot Irene a glare just as a colleague came over to switch shifts, giving him a chance to step aside for a break.

No sooner had he left than all the other women crowded around Irene.

"Girl, how do you do it with men? You've got to teach us."

"Yeah, how do you get such a tough guy all flustered? Share your secrets, please."

"Or better yet, start a class. We'd sign up in a heartbeat."

resting, and her lips curved into a smile. "This? You probably wouldn't be able to handle it. I was born with it." The women's faces fell, feeling

a smoke. Leaning against the railing, a hand reached from behind, plucking the cigarette from his lips and casually placing it in hers, taking a

cigarette, expertly snuffing out the butt. There was a rose tattoo at the small of her back, with a series of numbers and another rose hidden in such a private place, one could only imagine the pain. Watching her smoke, Bryan really wanted to ask about the "001" inked in such a secret spot, hinting it was more than just a lover's mark. But he had tried asking

Lighting another cigarette, he

over it. Kissing that rose, his thoughts would drift to it being meant for someone else, turning his excitement bitter. And yet, she was so determined, insisting on coming here, appearing

were on the first floor, his racing heart calmed down. She was a constant

"Bryan."

"Hmm?"

out his cigarette, listening as she mused, "I wonder how many years

as you eat on time, you'll

chuckled. "You know I'm not the type to eat regularly or keep a

Irene, if you wanted, there'd be plenty of men willing to take care

it because of

squinted, surprised she