"It's okay. I'm sure the next time I see that Ryan guy I'll probably act the same way, if not worse." He grinned, and then kissed my forehead.

I snorted, pulling away. "I only kissed him, Mag," I taunted him, walking backward.

His face went blank before he started walking toward me, plump lip between his teeth again. "I didn't know that you'd even done that," he clenched his teeth, and I swear ground them together.

His words struck a chord with my memory, reminding me of the incident earlier with the two women. I knew I needed to tell him right then, but I really didn't want to upset our weekend because I was a selfish bitch. "Speaking of things you don't know, hurry up and get in the car because I need to tell you what happened."

Minutes later, we were in the car heading to the hotel and Tristan was silent. I told him everything that happened, not that it was much, and apologized for not saying anything to them. He agreed that it wouldn't have been a good idea for me to bring attention to myself in case they ever saw me again. His silence while he contemplated the effects that this could have, made me feel terrible. He'd been so happy to quit and now this was going to loom over his head. It was the worst anticipation ever.

When we were getting really close to the hotel, he let out a shaky sigh. "I don't think I have anything to worry about. My boss thinks his daughter is pretty much a nun, and I really don't think she'd tell her dad that she thinks his employee is in porn," he said. "Imagine that conversation."

Well, when he put it like that it made a lot of sense. I know there was no way in hell I'd ever tell my dad that someone he knew did porn; that would probably be the worst conversation of my life. I'd have to explain why and how I knew. Yeah, no thanks. While I still wasn't assured that she wouldn't say anything, I figured it was pointless to make him think otherwise and just have him stress.

"Either way, they can't fire me without good reason," he snickered, pulling into a spot in the parking lot. "I know my law."

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car, following him through the lot and into the hotel. He put a hand on my shoulder and led me upstairs, unlocking the door to our hotel room and gently pushing me in before him. He went straight into the bathroom while I plopped on the edge of the bed and kicked my shoes off. The water to the shower turned on for a few minutes while I relaxed on the sheets, content to just look out the window. The door to the bathroom was open and when I heard the water turn off, I swallowed hard.

"Tristan?" I yelled loud enough for him to hear me.

"Yes?" he responded just as loudly.

"You told your manager that you quit because of me," I stated.

Silence.

"That's not what you told me before," I kept going, swallowing hard again.

Heartbeats later, his well-defined frame, clad in only boxer briefs, appeared in the doorway. Wet hair askew, he lifted a hand to scratch across the flesh of his chest. "I told both of you the truth."

Pushing my ass further back on the bed, I frowned. "Both of us?"

Those long legs with thick, muscular thighs stalked toward me. God, his legs were so long, and even though they were kind of hairy, I really fucking liked it. He was a man; a perfect, fucking man. He leaned over me, using a flat palm to push me against the bed. "It's both," he said in a husky voice, caging me in on both sides with an arm. Those green eyes laser beamed right into me, all heat and masculine, even when he dropped to his elbows bringing that delicious body just a couple inches away from my heaving one. "You're the main reason though."

"Oh," I squeaked out before he pressed his warm lips against mine.