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.

flustered and the longer it took for her to rip

"You know how a gala works. Just walk the room with me and talk to rich assholes. Only this 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 could smell the

bit more self-confidence. "I'm your fiance tonight,

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

waiters was walking around the room, each carrying a tray of full

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

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

walking about the room. She was so close to Kylan; she could smell his cologne clearly. It was a deep, rich, almost musky scent. It was fairly intoxicating if she was honest with herself and she decided to lean into him a little more. Because hell, if she was already parading around as

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

there you

ago perfected his gala voice, as he liked to call it, and it was

"Gentlemen," he

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

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

been my assistant for the last three years," Kylan

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

doing her best to play up the part that

Then, he cleared his throat and nodded his head. "That must be a "He agreed with her. "This is Katrina Morgan. She is my... fiance, as well as my assistant," he

know her

to pass along that information, just as soon as we 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 at her hip gave a small squeeze of what she thought was maybe reassurance, and

rest of

She did her best to listen and interject only where it was pertinent for her Rispeak, but she

pretended she wasn't aware of the various looks and whispers she was getting from around the room, but