Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 43

Chapter

43

Katrina held Kylan's hand as they walked to the car, her veins still pulsing warmly from the wine traveling through her body. They stood close together, allowing the strangely relaxed mood to continue as Kylan opened her door for her and she climbed inside. She found she wasn't nervous for a moment, sitting in the car next to Kylan, a comfortable silence still surrounding the both of them. She almost forgot all about having to share a bed with her boss at all.

That was until kylan pulled the car up to the valet at the hotel and she found herself staring at the red brick building, her throat suddenly going completely dry. She needed water. She needed air. She needed to be calm.

She tried to recall any earlier resolve she may have been able to find about the entire situation, but she found exactly none.

The wine she drank now felt like a vice gripping her heart, as it surely only furled the anxiety springing to life inside her.

She realized Rylan had been waiting for her to take his hand, and she smiled at him nervously, accepting the gesture and allowing him to guide her into the hotel lobby

Kylan himself seemed perfectly calm, not a hint of apprehension reading on his face. Maybe this wasn't a big deal? Maybe it really would be fine Maybe there was nothing to truly be nervous about?

She watched Kylan press the button to call the elevator and she focused on her breathing while she waited for the doors to pull open.

Jeez

Had the lobby been this warm a few hours ago!

saw he still seemed wholly unaffected by any and all awkwardness that would accompany sharing a bed with

sweatpants! Shorts and no shirt?

she was able to approach from a professional perspective. It wasn't possible, not when she knew that she could have easily gotten two rooms. Hell, she could have even reserved a room that housed two beds instead of one, And yet. Kylan had insisted on one room and one bed. And

Kylan was her boss, and she didn't feel like she could say no?

foolish, a slippery slope of a thought process to allow

herself to venture

to venture down.

was certain her hand was sweaty in Rylan's hold, and she fought the urge to pull away from him entirely. He led her into the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor and then shifting to

the low baritone of his voice coming across far

she'd outwardly been restless in the first place and wasn't at all prepared to

"Oh!

Sorry.

and more.

every fumbled word that left

it was

impassively now, almost every previous hint of warmth washing

sleeping as it he grumbled at her, the doors to the elevator opening

him, her hand still

small metal box that sat just above the door handle. A brici flash of green on the bus indicated that the door could be opened, and kylan pushed his way inside. licked on just as they had the first