Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Fifteen minutes later, Kylan had finally pulled three dresses from a few different racks. He walked them to the dressing room and hung them up for her. Then he turned and left her to change in private.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. She trailed her fingers over the silky material of the first gown. It was a deep plum color with a subtle sweetheart neckline, and it looked like it would be fairly form-fitting She pulled off her clothes, hesitating when she got to her bra. She knew she would most likely need to wear something sleeveless underneath whatever dress she picked. She also didn't love the idea of Kylan seeing something like her bra straps, so she slipped it off too..

She pulled on the plum gown, and then she realized very quickly that she wouldn't be able to reach the zipper in the back by herself. She hit her lip in frustration before she rolled her eyes

"Kylan' I need... I need your help," she called out nervously. She quickly bent down and showed her bra under her work dress.

Kylan knocked on the door a moment later, and she opened it a small fraction. She turned so her back was facing him. "I can't get the rest of the ripper," she told him quietly.

He opened the door further, moving to step

tep inside. She felt cool fingers brush her hair away

There. Kylan said softly, easily pulling the zipper up the rest of the way.

way from h her luck.

She turned around, taking into Exet that Kylan was inside the small dressing room with her. She felt a blush return to her cheeks. "Um.. I can probably show you better if you're out there," she told him nervously.

Kylan nodded, fumbling with the doorknob and stepping back out. She followed him, and he sat down on an armchair near a few floor-length mirrors. She stopped a few feet in front of him, unsure of how the hell to stand exactly.

Her boss was eyeing her with an unreadable expression, and she was annoyed that he was damn good at concealing his every thought and emotion. For all she knew, she looked ridiculous.

-well!" she squeaked out

"Turn in a circle." Kylan instructed, his tone flat and full of b

boredom.

she was facing him again. Kylan squinted his eyes at her momentarily. That's not

slightly, but she nodded. "Can you?" She turned around,

zipper on her

rest. She was startled at the feeling of his cool fingertips. back on her

all wrong. She was growing flustered, as she now eyed the last remaining dress. This one was a rich burgundy in color, and the waist flared out into a beautiful, full skirt. The neckline swooped quite low, and the sleeves were capped and

on. She eyed herself in the mirror of the dressing room, surprised by her own sudden elegance. She hoped Kylan would approve of this one, so she wouldn't have to try on more dresses. She was exhausted, and she wanted to go home. She stepped out of the dressing room, seeing that Kylan was on his phone. She moved to stand a few feet away from him and cleared her throat to announce her presence. Kylan scowled, locking his phone and moving his gaze to

the chair and began to circle her. He seemed to like to do that to her

and

Is this one acceptable?" she asked him

his hands in the pockets of

at him, relief flooding her system. "Thank you," she said with

and licked his lips, furrowing his brow as he looked at her, "Right. Go get changed, and we'll have Oscar take

as she was

and

changed and carried the dress

and she realized she hadn't looked at the price tag She knew he had told her money was no issue, but she

back

Chuupier&

didn't even know if her entire collection of semi-nice high heels, would amount to that

he handed over a sleek-looking, metal credit card, to the woman. The clerk bagged her dress for thens, and kylan

fort

the front passenger seat, and Kylan held the back door open for her. She

het

was no issue. She knew he was a billionaire. But it still made her uncomfortable that

on her so

was-" Kylan looked at her with a glare, and she

dress. But that. I'm sorry

the

nodded her head. "Yes,

did. But-