Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The brightness of the cameras flashing coupled with the photographers shouting Kylan's name, was enough to make her head spin uncomfortably. She suddenly understood exactly why Kylan always got so angry every time a photographer encroached on his space. It was disorienting, and she was thankful she had his hand to hold onto "Stare at the ground, not directly at the lights. It helps some," Kylan whispered directly into her ear.

She nodded slightly in response, taking his advice and diverting her gaze to the ground. Her heart was racing within her chest, and her cheeks felt like they were permanently flushed at this point. Knowing how to work a crowd and being subjected to dozens of cameras, were two vastly different things.

At galas in the past, she always showed up without Kylan, and she was never what anyone wanted to take a picture of. Now thought She wondered what people were thinking of her. Everyone could see that she and Kylan were holding hands. Something he had never done with someone, in public at least

Were there always this many stairs leading to a museum? They felt never ending

After what seemed like several minutes of careful walking, she finally reached the

e top of the stairs. Kylan glanced over at her, his eyes searching her

face.

you ready?" he asked her quietly

She took a deep breath. "I'm fine." She tried to sound confident, but she was certain that her voice was shaking.

"Just put on your PR face. This is no different from any other shit, Kylan tried to reassure her

But it was different. All of it was different. She was holding her CLO's hand, for freaking's sake. That alone was different.

I mean Kylan. Shit, let's just go in, okay?" She was flustered and the longer it took

time, hold my hand and follow my lead with anything else" Kylan had leaned toward her, and he was speaking so close to her car, she

and held onto Kylan's hand with a little bit more self-confidence. "I'm your fiance tonight, Kylan. Let's go showcase

he also started leading the way into the museum. The vast open room was full of men and women, all dressed to the nines. She was suddenly thankful that Kylan had picked her dress for her; this was a far

group of waiters was walking around the room, each carrying a tray of full champagne glasses. She stopped one of

one?" she asked Kylan, who shook his head in response. She thanked the waiter and then downed the champagne in only a few gulps, before returning the empty glass to the tray. She felt Kylan staring at her, and she smiled at him sheepishly. "Nerves. Sorry," she

a moment. Then, he surprised the hell out of her as he wrapped an arm securely around her lower waist. She fought

intoxicating if she was honest with herself and she decided

her head in the direction of Ryan. Kylan nodded subtly, turning and heading in the direction of the executives. The pair came to a stop in front of the older gentlemen, who all wore nearly the exact same, scratchy looking black suit. The very air around them echoed money, and the Rolex watches that adorned

there you

boss warmly. He had long ago perfected his gala voice, as he

he added to

this beautiful woman, Kylan? She looks vaguely familiar. I wonder, have we seen her

her the way he eyed her up and down. She fought the uncomfortable shiver that

been my assistant for

Kylan a subtle look that read play nice. "Sweetheart, surely these men only

small giggle, doing

and nodded his head. "That must be a "He

must teach us how the cape to know her assistant

talk about the deal at hand," Kylan responded evenly. He wasn't looking at her, but she felt him pulling her closer in his side. The hand

of the

on in a much more relaxed fashion. She did her best to listen and interject only where it was pertinent for her Rispeak, but she

was