Chapter 240 A Gentle Brush Against Her Soft Lips
The assistant, Linda, hurried down from the second floor, patiently waiting in the nightclub's corridor while Violet was in the restroom. Once Violet emerged, Linda intercepted her with a polite urgency. "Violet, Mr. Hall is in the VIP section on the second floor."The news caught Violet off guard. 'Brady is here too?' she thought. Frowning, Violet declined the invitation. "I'm sorry, but I've finished work for the day and I don't wish to see Brady." With that, she made to leave.However, Linda was persistent. "Violet, please don't make this difficult. Mr. Hall is insistent on inviting you upstairs."Violet bit her lip in annoyance. "Linda, please convey my message."Linda understood she could do so, but Brady's request was more than just a simple message. He wanted Violet to join him upstairs. Linda found herself in a quandary. To fulfill her duty, she had no choice but to doggedly shadow Violet. She couldn't allow Violet to venture to the VIP section on the other side, as it might lead to misunderstandings.Seeing Linda's determination, Violet realized she couldn't shake her off.Feeling a surge of anger, she relented. "Linda, please take me to see Brady."Upon hearing this, Linda nodded in relief and led Violet to the exclusive VIP section on the second floor.The ground floor was a playground for the ordinary, while the second floor catered to the rich.
The minimum expenditure for activities on this floor was a staggering $20,000.As Violet entered, she became the focus of many lustful gazes from the patrons at the tables. Uncomfortable under their scrutiny, she quickly averted her eyes and hastened her steps to meet Brady.Brady was sitting in the innermost booth. When Linda led Violet to him, she found Brady, elegant and regal, wreathed in smoke. The haze obscured his handsome features, but Violet was in no mood to admire him. Annoyed, she cut Linda off before she could speak, her voice laced with restrained anger. "Brady, what do you want?""Come and sit," Brady responded, unperturbed by her tone. He gestured for her to join him.Violet refused to fall into his trap and stood her ground. "If you have something to say, just say it.""Weren't you supposed to be on a date with Quentin? Why are you here?" Brady's deep eyes bore into her, predatory. He extinguished his cigarette and spoke in a husky voice.
"That's private," she replied.Violet was certain he had nothing of importance to discuss. "If you have nothing to say, I'll leave.""Who said I have nothing to say?" Brady's voice was a deep, pleasant purr that sent a shiver down Violet's spine."What is it?""Come over here," Brady coaxed patiently. "Do you plan to keep standing there, or should I come over and pull you?"His flirtatious tone made Violet blush. After a few seconds of silence, she reluctantly sat down at the edge of the booth.As soon as she did, Linda tactfully retreated, leaving them alone in the spacious booth.Brady glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. He rose and took the seat beside her. Violet instinctively tried to stand, but Brady held her down. His voice was a husky whisper, "If you continue to misbehave, I'll kiss you."Violet's ears burned at his words.She remained still, but Brady's proximity was disconcerting. The faint scent of tobacco mingled with his natural musk, clouding her thoughts. His black shirt, unbuttoned at the top, revealed a glimpse of his muscular chest.Violet caught herself staring and quickly looked away. She wanted to leave. "Brady, just tell me what you want."Brady looked at her leisurely. He picked up a glass of pre-mixed juice from the table and offered it to her. "Try it. I made it."Violet eyed the colorful glass skeptically. "I don't drink.""It's not alcohol. It's mixed fruit juice," Brady assured her, placing the glass in her hand. "Take a sip, then we can talk business."Violet didn't want to drink, but she knew better than to refuse him. She took a small sip and was surprised to find it sweet and delicious.And it wasn't alcohol.She found herself taking another sip. When she finished, a droplet of juice lingered on her lips.Brady noticed it, his gaze intense. In the next moment, he leaned in and used his lips to remove the droplet. He didn't pull away, instead pressing gently against her soft lips. His voice, low and husky, brushed against her skin as he asked, "This juice is sweet, isn't it?"Whether it was sweet or not was irrelevant.Violet felt her head spin, her mind going blank.
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