Chapter 145 Vulnerability in Every Inch
"Ms. Devereux, what's got you so distracted?" Brady Hall's voice, now teasingly persuasive with an undercurrent of magnetism, pulled her back to the present.
The warmth in her ears was almost unbearable as she collected her thoughts to reply stiffly, "If you like it, Mr. Hall, that's what matters. I'm into fashion design, so furniture is not really my thing."
"Didn't your cousin entrust the care of her twins to you? You must have some insight into what children like," Brady was a master at setting traps, drawing out information under the guise of casual conversation.
Violet was glad for her vigilance, holding her composure as she responded, "Mr. Hall, while I do live with my niece and nephew, it's my aunt who does the parenting. I've never had kids of my own, so how would I know?"
"Mr. Hall, perhaps you should leave office design to the professionals," suggested Violet Devereux, making to duck out from under his arm.
She had barely hunched down when Brady Hall grabbed her hand, pulling her onto the expansive and elegant oak desk, pressing down with a low and husky whisper, "But, I have to say, I quite admire Ms. Devereux's personal touch."
The man was dangerous and domineering—suddenly overpowering her.
Immobile under his weight, she couldn't help but think, What talent is he talking about? This has to be his excuse to corner me!
Infuriated and on high alert, she warned, "Mr. Hall, if you continue this... I'll... I'll call the cops."
Like he, the almighty CEO, would be swayed by that...
Disregarding her threat, with a calm gaze and a tight-lipped, symbolic smirk, Brady didn't advance any further—clearly understanding limits. But then, he leaned in close, his commanding presence engulfing her, he breathed, "Do you want to kiss me?"
Kiss? Violet was taken aback, a subtle flush creeping over her cheeks.
Who would want that? Especially when her impression of the cold and domineering Brady Hall didn't align with his present intensity. Maybe she never really knew him. Years ago, her crush was just that—a distant, untouchable longing. Now, faced with his true nature, she realized how overpowering he could be, completely dismissive of a woman’s feelings.
Violet bit her lip, pushing against him, "Mr. Hall, let me go, I don't want to kiss you." But the man was too strong, perhaps from his dedication to the gym.
He was like an unyielding wall.
Pushing against his chest, she felt his solid muscles, far firmer than the average man.
No surprise she couldn't budge him.
"Just try," Brady tempted, gazing at her cherry-red lips with deep intensity.
He really wanted to kiss her, and not just a peck but a breath-stealing one. He had held back his desires until now, but as he watched her lips part and close before him, a dark hunger swirled in his eyes, like he was plunging into an abyss.
And so, the next second, he went for it, his thumb on her chin, tilting her face up for a forced kiss.
But before his lips could meet hers, Violet struggled fiercely, tiny tears forming, "Mr. Hall, let me go!"
She looked so utterly vulnerable and defeated.
Brady Hall softened unexpectedly as he watched her, the fleeting thought of kissing her by force suddenly restrained by reason. He drew back, helping her to her feet, his demeanor returning to its previous icy haughtiness. Yet a certain possessiveness still lingered in his gaze. "Go back to work for now. We'll have dinner together tonight."
Violet Devereux, still shaken, felt her eyes redden instantly when he mentioned dinner. Anger edged her voice as she bit her lip, "I won't have dinner with you—I have plans tonight."
"Mr. Hall, please keep your hands to yourself in the future. As CEO of Hall Enterprises, forcing yourself on girls is unprofessional and thuggish!"
With that, she didn't wait for Brady Hall to respond and quickly turned to leave.
Brady Hall watched her panicked retreat, his interest piqued rather than offended by her accusations of impropriety.
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