Chapter 77

Inside the dark, understated Bentley, Tristan leaned over and buckled Megan's seatbelt for her. The angle of his face shifted just enough that their lips brushed accidentally—warm breath mingled, brushing against flushed cheeks. His sharp, narrow eyes lifted slightly, and then, without hesitation, he caught her soft lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His hand—broad, calloused—slipped smoothly under her silk shirt hem and traced along her waistline, drawing her further into his embrace. What Megan didn't realize was that just as their lips met, Jason happened to walk past the car. Moments ticked by, warm fingers wandered past her collar and brushed the soft skin of her neck. The touch to her artery snapped her back to her senses. She turned her head away, gasping for fresh air, her lips parting with a bit of resistance. "You're spying on me again, aren't you?" Tristan nuzzled into her neck, his voice deep, "I'm just worried about you." Megan raised a brow. "Really? The CEO of Reid Group ha