Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Katrina draped her peacoat over her shoulders and put the baseball tickets safely in the side pocket of her case. Sise left her office, glancing down at her phone and checking the time. It was a little bit earlier than she usually went home, but she wasn't complaining. She walked out to the hallway, stopping and closing her office door. She was about to go to the elevator when she glanced at Kylan's office. He was sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, with his hands clasped across his stomach. His expression was sullen as he stared outside She hesitated for a moment. Should she go talk to him? She usually gave him space when he got like this. He had also told her to go home. But he looked so. Tired

Against what was probably her better judgment, she walked to his office and peered her head inside the half-open doorway. "Sir! Did you need anything else before I leaver" she asked, moving to step inside his office.

Kylan ran his hands down his face and sighed. "No, she can go." He sounded exhausted; the dark circles under his eyes were even more prominent than they had been this morning.

She wasn't sure what made her do it, but she was overcome with new compassion she had never felt toward her boss.

"Have you had dinner, Sir?" she asked him as casually as

as she could.

Kylan laughed bitterly. "No, I haven't." He yawned widely and she looked at him curiously.

"Would you like to go get dinner with me, Sir?" she asked him in a sudden rush of boldness.

They didn't need to spend more time together right now. Their date wasn't until tomorrow.

morrow. The social media post was already created from the gala. And yet, she couldn't help but feel like he didn't want to be alone right now. And with no other plans of her own, she didn't feel all too strange about inviting him out to dinner. It was only a meal, after all. Kylan looked up at her, his arms folded over his chest. "You're under no contractual obligation to spend any more time with me today," he said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

She rolled her eyes. "I know that. I was planning on going somewhere for dinner, anyway. If you want to tag along, let me know. I'll have Oscar head

to the car if that's the case.

Katrina looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

He stared at her for a long time. So long that she turned and began to leave the room after a while.

"Til pick," Kylan mumbled from behind her.

She turned and flashed him a grin over her shoulder. She started making her way to the elevator, and Kylan joined her a moment later.

He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, his hands back in the depths of his pockets. "Did anyone say anything to you today?" he asked, glancing up at the elevator as the numbers above it indicated it was near the top floor.

She shook her head. "No, but I spent most of my day with you, so that isn't too surprising. I'm sure people will have their opinions. I told you I'm prepared to deal with it, though." She shrugged just as the elevator door popped open, and she stepped inside. Kylan stepped in behind her and pressed the button for the parking garage. "We never quite addressed a few things, and I think we should go over those at dinner" he said quiety, staring down at his shoes,

"That's fine, Sir," she assured him.

eye, and then the rest of the elevator ride was

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steakhouse for dinner, and the restaurant's hostess walked her to table when she arrived. She sat down, and Kylan sat opposite

on the table. Kylan was quiet

to talk about, Sir?"

and the water wandered off to make their drinks. "Do you think you'll ever not need to be reminded to call me kylan when we're out like this?" he asked, leaning back in

something work-related, or personal," she reminded him,

before

dinners with Keith,

nodded and laughed. "I suppose you're right. We never did

off and she sippel on her water, staring down at

the gala, followed by our strange kiss, as I'll refer to it as, has made me realize we should go over boundaries in more depth." He sat up straight in his chair and eyed her carefully now. She supposed what he was saying made sense. He had reacted oddly to

she asked, lifting her water glass and taking another

a moment.

away some of the built-up condensations on its surface. "I am comfortable with hand holding hugging, or if you put your arm around my waist." This felt oddly like a business transaction, where she was listing out her terms, andi way, she supposed

her to properly decipher what it was. If she had to name it though, she would

it but.. I would certainly prefer not to kiss you again if it can be avoided," Kylan spoke so matter of fact, so clinical, Katrina couldn't

uncomfortable to be rejected in

make you uncomfortable," she said, thankful that her voice at least sounded fairly steady. "Are you uncomfortable

like we should hold hands and all else, every time we're in public together! In case someone snups a photo of us," Kylan asked her, taking a drink of his whiskey as soon as he was finished speaking. She shrugged her shoulders. "It

potatoes, with Kylan following her lead and ordering the same. The waiter left once more, and Kylan looked back at

work setting," Kylan instructed, his CEO voice peeking through for a moment. She wondered absently if he were aware of having a voice like that

in silence, but it wasn't an entirely awkward one, and she didn't feel the need to say anything as they both ate their food. A while later, she dabbed her face with a napkin and looked at Kylan curiously. "Would you prefer a hat or a jersey?" she

her head. "I won't. Would you prefer to wear a hat, or a jersey, at the game tomorrow?" she asked again. "You need to look the part, Kylan.

of his whiskey. "If I must choose, get me

for choosing. I'll do just that." She flashed him a

dinner was spent planning out the rest of the work week, reminding Kylan that they had a game of golf with James Hughes on Wednesday. To her surprise, he only complained a fraction of the amount she thought he

was wearing flats today, which meant Kylan was towering over her. She was at shoulder level with him, and she had to look up at him to see what he would do next. He

and she hoped her own hand wasn't sweaty from the sudden nerves she was feeling. Would she ever get used to holding his hand? Would it ever feel like she wasn't breaking the rules, every time she did

Chapter 15

establishment, paying for the entire dinner at the front counter. She ignored the few looks that she got from patrons eating their dinner, and then Kylan opened the door to the restaurant, and she was once again outside. The rain had subsided before they entered to eat dinner, but it had picked back

freezing. Kylan pulled her under the awning near

chatter while Kylan looked down at

if you're enjoying being close to me," he added. Katrina swallowed, her throat suddenly becoming dry. He was standing so close to her, she realized. So close, she could smell his cologne and mixed together with the natural smell of the rainstorm. She looked up at him and found he was once again, already staring at her. He had beautiful eyes, she had to admit. They were the strangest shade of grey, with flecks

soap,

whispered. She leaned forward and tentatively pressed her forehead against his, noticing how