Chapter 38

Third-Person POV

Megan shifted nervously in the plush armchair, acutely aware of Chris's intense gaze upon her from across the cozy cafe table.

She had arrived early, determined to maintain a veneer of poise and professionalism for this critical meeting.

But the moment he walked through that door looking disarmingly handsome in a soft henley and slim jeans, her resolve faltered.

How had she never truly appreciated his rugged good looks before? The way those fitted pants hugged his athletic build or how the fabric of his top stretched tautly across his broad chest and shoulders?

Megan swallowed hard, scolding herself for allowing her eyes to linger inappropriately.

This was her colleague - her ghostwriter, for heaven's sake! They had pressing matters to discuss regarding the memoir.

"Hey," Chris greeted easily, sliding into the seat opposite her. His lips quirked in an amused half-smile, as if he could read the tumult of her