Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 43

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!

still seemed wholly unaffected by

he even sleep anyway! Shin and sweatpants! Shorts and no shirt? Oh

have easily gotten two rooms. Hell, she could have even reserved

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

foolish, a slippery slope of a thought process to

herself to venture

to venture down.

Rylan's hold, and she fought the urge to pull away from him entirely.

baritone of his voice

hadn't realized she'd outwardly been restless in the first place and

"Oh!

Sorry.

and more.

fumbled word that

his features like it was never there at

every previous hint of warmth washing away

squirm around like that in bed. I have a hard enough time sleeping as it he grumbled at her, the doors to the elevator opening again

out with him, her hand

it over the small metal box that sat just above the door handle. A brici flash of green on the

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