Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Forty minutes later, Matthew got up, his eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to pierce right through her. Aubree felt like a puddle, playfully punching him on the shoulder.

Matthew wrapped her up in his arms, whispering, "Sweet as pie." Aubree blushed a shade that rivaled the fiercest sunset. Andrew had never treated her like this; their relationship had always been one-sided, with Andrew focusing solely on his own needs. But Matthew

was different. He made sure she was happy first, a rare quality in most guys.

Most men aren't exactly keen on foreplay. Aubree's breathing quickened, and Matthew pulled her closer. "Hey, love," he said, not even bothering with her name, "Got any scenes tomorrow?"

Aubree shook her head. "Mr. Casey's given me the day off. The weather's supposed to be nice tomorrow; how about we escape to the mountains?"

"I'd rather not," she replied. His voice dropped, "You know what I'd prefer." Aubree sighed, "We need to take it easy sometimes."

Matthew wasn't having it and lifted her onto the vanity. "Easy isn't in my vocabulary." Aubree's eyes darted away, feeling a bit uneasy. "But we can't overdo it. If I don't show up tomorrow, tongues will wag."

say in the matter seemed to vanish. It wasn't until four the next afternoon that

door, awkwardly hinting, "The walls are paper-thin." In other words, even

nodded, watching him leave with a satisfied smirk. She wondered

didn't stir until six in

evening, feeling completely worn

Her assistant brought her some

う

the façade, knowing her assistant had pieced

you ever date, go

older," she advised.

breakup thoughts in her eyes. Maybe the idea of Matthew being so attached made her feel special. That feeling of importance was unmistakable. Having been around Aubree for ages, the assistant could see her true feelings. "Aubree, Mr. Matthew