He laughed then pressed his hips to hers. Tristan knew he hadn't been screwing random whores at work, but if that's what she wanted to think he could prove her wrong.
"If I was just playing with you I wouldn't be part of Harvey's life." He said lowly, and then tugged her hair. "If I was screwing whores downstairs when you walked in, my dick would tell you. Right now it says I want you." He'd told her before that he didn't hire anybody he was attracted to. Yes, she'd walked in on some pretty sketchy looking situations, but the first one he hadn't had control over and this one she'd said she didn't want to hear excuses. So he hadn't offered them. If she asked he'd tell her that he wasn't fucking the lesbian that had just been approved to be an adoptive parent. He was congratulating her, and so was her girlfriend.