Brandon Sterling spun around, grabbing the woman's wrist and yanking her away. He gritted his teeth, his voice low. "Are you crazy? This is the Sterling Residence!"
"Brandon, I've missed you so much..." Megan Grayson pouted coquettishly.
She was wearing a sexy, black lace nightgown, the white expanse of her cleavage barely concealed as she rubbed herself seductively against his arm.
But despite the temptation before him, Brandon Sterling felt not a shred of interest.
All he felt was the irritation of someone terrified of being caught.
He and Megan Grayson had gotten together a long time ago.
To him, Megan Grayson was an excellent pawn who could help him gather a lot of intel from Tristan Sterling's side.
Brandon Sterling pulled her hand away, his brows furrowed. "Don't mess around. What if someone finds out—"
"They won't. Everyone's asleep." Like glue, Megan immediately clung to him again the moment she was pushed away.
