Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Max was blissfully unaware of the havoc his words wreaked, lounging on cloud nine with

the ease of a Sunday morning. It wasn’t fair, not in the leasting on cloud nine with

Brielle’s emotions churned like a tempest inside her, and it took all her willpower to stay anchored in reality.

She wanted to retract her hand, but it was impossible. His touch was feather-light, barely there. Yet to her, it felt as heavy as a lead weight.

Logic and romance tugged at her in a fierce tug-of-war. At last, she tilted her head slightly towards Max, her voice softening.

“Uncle Max, I didn’t mean to.”

Her plan had been simple: visit the Hartley Group to soak in the atmosphere. But then Dustin happened. Dustin, the man who played by no rules, had led to this very moment.

Max turned to glance at her, and something about the tenderness in her eyes, soft as a pool of still water, struck a chord in him. Indeed, Dustin had hit the nail on the head; when she looked vulnerable, it was truly endearing.

The frustration in his chest dissipated unbidden.

“I’m not blaming you.”

Brielle exhaled in relief, then pushed her luck a bit further. “I wanted to call you, Uncle Max, but I didn’t have your number-or your assistant’s.”

She apologized first, then slyly shifted the onus onto Max. He saw through her little ploy, feeling a curious emotion bubble up inside.

Before he could respond, Dustin turned Brielle to face him. “What are you two whispering about?”

His voice carried a note of displeasure, his frown deepening at the sight of their hands together. Years of socializing had honed his ability to sense the subtleties of such interactions, and he felt distinctly uncomfortable.

“So, Mr. Dorsey’s kink is pretty special. Addicted to role-playing?”