Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

So much for not being ready to see that again. Now it was all standing in her face, quise literally.

Kylan, shat Why do you always make me jump?" she chastised him, averting her eyes from his naked chest in favor of putting her tiny clothes near her suitcase.

"That was the one and only doctor appointment I had you come with me if you forget," Kylan ignored her jumpiness, stepping inside the bathroom and over to one of the two smks

She rolled her eyes and wandered back into the bathroom herself, stopping in front of the adjacent sink. "Yeah, because you know I'm not going to bullshit for you, not when it comes to her health."

Grabbing her brush, she tugged it through her curls and then wrapped her hair back into a bun, finding an elastic in her toiletry bag and securing her hair in place. She started the process of wetting her face to wash it, acutely aware of Kylan's eyes fixed on her

"I didn't need you to bullshit for me. My insomnia wasn't that prevalent at the time," Kylan insisted, reaching into a bag of his own and withdrawin a bottle of an expensive-looking face wash.

cleanser over his skin. She

was going to be the most exposed, the most unmade up she had ever appeared around Kylan, and the thought added to her nerves. She did he best not to focus on yet another thing that would be new about this

with dark circles under your eyes and you were angry Way angrier than you normally are,

a stream of water from the sink, squirted far too much toothpaste over the bristles, and then turned to

mirror, drying his face off and then surprising her by leaning forward and removing a set of contacts from his eyes with namble fingers. She had no idea Kylan needed corrective lenses, to begin with. He deposited the contacts in a holder on the counter that was filled with solution. He then opened a small,

face

of his hair and eyes alike. She was gawking, she knew she was. And maybe it was the alcohol or the exhaustion from a long day of work, travel,

way to the bedroom, pausing when she reached the bed. She stared down at it, taking notice of the ridiculous amount of throw pillows that were scattered around near the headboard. Why were there so many? How many should she take off?

isn't going to bite you,

watching as he walked around the bed and stopped on the opposite side from where she stood. He bent down and plugged his phone in near the

when she realized the bastard was doing pushups, his glasses perched on his nose precariously. She tried, really tried to ignore the way his back muscles pulled together or the way his biceps contracted with each pashup. And. she especially attempted to

willing to touch the floor at all," she mumbled, walking back over to her side of the bed, pulling a few of the throw pillows off

do pushups every night, Kate," Kylan granted from

warm and her head feeling light and airy. And not because