Chapter 42

Megan suddenly spun around, having sensed a pair of eyes on her back. What met her gaze first were a pair of long legs, followed by a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Her eyes slowly traveled up to meet that devilishly handsome face, and her smile froze on her lips. She momentarily forgot to breathe. She blinked. "Hey there, honey..." The next second, her "honey" scooped her up like she was a kitten, carrying her straight back to the room. The "kitten" now knelt on the soft bed, twisting her fingers nervously in her lap. Tristan sat at the edge, pointing to the screen with an alert saying [Recovered]. "Well, color me surprised. You've been holding out on me." Megan gave a sweet grin. "Oh come on, it was just a fluke!" Tristan tilted her chin up. "A hacker, huh?" "Nah, not really!" She grabbed his elegant fingers, slowly guiding them down in an attempt to distract him from the conversation. As his hand brushed her porcelain-like neck, he swallowed hard, throat bobbing visibly. He quick