Chapter 594

Brielle was worried that Patrick might walk in on them at any moment. Such a scene could be quite shocking for the poor guy.

Max’s hand gently pressed against her waist, his voice a smooth baritone, “Don’t get distracted.”

“But what if Patrick-”

“Patrick wouldn’t be so clueless.”

That was all it took for Brielle’s resolve to crumble, her head resting against his chest. Who would’ve thought that the formidable Mr. Dorsey would flirt with a woman in his office, and in such a tender tone, no less?

Her cheeks flushed. Her fiery confidence when challenging the executives earlier was nowhere to be found.

Max’s breathing became uneven as he swept her off her feet and carried her into the adjoining lounge.

“Max, are you really gonna–mmph.” She couldn’t get another word out. It seemed she had been leaving him dry too long–here they were, getting reckless in the office.

The couch in the lounge was soft, and Brielle didn’t dare look at him. The orange sunset and clear blue sky were on full display through the floor–to–ceiling windows. On the sunlit floor lay scattered clothes and the unmistakable scent of sex.

She should stop him, but she lacked the strength to resist. They had both been so busy lately that finding time during the day to be together like this was rare.

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After a couple of hours of thoroughly mollifying the CEO, Brielle sensed he was still hungry for more, and she quickly got up from the couch. “There’s a ton of work waiting for me back at Stellar Stage Entertainment.”

Max watched her go, a light chuckle escaping him. Was he really that terrifying?

“Max, I’ve gotta head out. There’s a lot to do. And I’m sure you’re swamped, too. Did everything go alright with Martha last night?”

Mentioning Martha dimmed the laughter in Max’s eyes. “Business as usual.”

They had to resort to sedatives to administer that last injection. Afterward, they made sure her food was laced with drugs to lower her guard.

Brielle breathed a sigh of relief; no trouble from Martha was good news. She glanced back at him and found Max propped up against the pillows, the epitome of casual elegance. It wasn’t the first time they’d sex, yet Brielle still felt a flush of heat on her face.

“So, I’m leaving?”

40.00 ‘Til have Patrick drive you.”

“No need, I drove myself.”

Max raised an eyebrow, his fingertip brushing his lips–a clear invitation.

Brielle thought to herself that this man was far from the saintly image of “The Priest‘. He was temptation personified.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and quickly pecked his lips. “I’m really off now. I’ve got my sights set on something big at Stellar Stage Entertainment, and I’m all fired up.”

Max’s eyes twinkled like shattered stars, his gaze trailing down her in a long, beautiful arc, chilly and aloof yet irresistibly inviting.

Brielle stepped out of the office to bump into Sydney, who was there to deliver some documents.

Sydney saw Brielle’s glowing face. Even her lips looked more luscious. Brielle must have worn only a hint of lipstick earlier, but now, it was all gone–clearly kissed away.

Jealousy surged through Sydney. She wanted nothing more than to slap that smug look off Brielle’s face.

That bitch! Hadn’t she left the company? Why was she here during working hours, trying to entice Mr.

Dorsey?

What a slut!

Still emulating Brielle’s style, Sydney glared at her, grinding her teeth angrily.

Brielle didn’t spare her a glance, heading straight for the private elevator.

Sydney, who had taken the regular lift, couldn’t help but wonder what right a former employee had to use the executive elevator.

Bubbling with spite, she followed Brielle and couldn’t resist taunting her. “Brielle, you really are shameless, coming here during work hours to seduce Mr. Dorsey.”

As the elevator doors slid open, Brielle stepped inside and said with a light laugh, “You’d love to seduce him during work, wouldn’t you? But has he even glanced your way? Your desperation is showing, Sydney. How’s life in your department? Rough, I bet?”

Sydney was a poor imitation of Brielle, lacking in her capabilities. Most of what she did ended in disaster. And with Spencer not yet reporting in, her heavy–handed approach to leadership had brewed discontent among her colleagues.

Brielle’s words hit Sydney where it hurt most–her lack of competence compared to Brielle. With a venomous glare at the closing elevator doors, Sydney felt a tingling rage at the top of her head.