Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
I flush and shrug. "It's the job. You have to go to all of these things, Drake. I know it's annoying, but you're the star of the show here, and you need to do what you can to make sure Dragon Ascent's brand stays relevant."
He grunts in agreement, biting into his bagel. Drake often eats with a single-minded intent, and this morning is no different. I keep waiting for him to mention last night or reach across the table to take my hand—anything to acknowledge that something huge has changed between us.
But he doesn't. This feels like any other morning with Drake Evans, my boss. It hurts, even if I know it shouldn't. He never made me any promises or even said anything to insinuate that our relationship is different now.
We finish breakfast, and Drake dusts his hands off, telling me, "Better go change unless you're working in just a robe today." He gives me a lopsided smirk. "I wouldn't complain, but I know how much you like to keep things professional."
It's as close to a mention of our previous night's activities as I will get. Shooting him an eye roll to cover up how shaken I still am by everything, I do as I'm told and go get ready for the day. It's going to be busy enough that I shouldn't even have time to think about Drake's dark head between my legs and the feeling of falling asleep in his arms. At least, I hope so.
Downstairs, the convention is in full swing.
The part of the hotel designated as a convention center is huge and new, and the event planners have gone all out. There are dozens of booths set up in the main lobby, each with its own color scheme and carefully curated theme. Several climbing walls have been set up along the sides of the room, and as Drake and I walk through, everyone is trying to get his attention. It's nothing new, and he handles it like a pro.
Drake looks fantastic in a suit, but today, he's dressed in the gear that fits him most naturally. He looks every inch the record-breaking climber, decked out from head to toe in Dragon Ascent gear.
Knowing that I will be walking all day but still wanting to impress the man next to me despite my reservations, I'm wearing a black pencil skirt and a silky cream blouse. My heels are low but strappy. I sigh, mentally preparing for the day ahead.
During a lull in the crowd, Drake reaches over and wraps one of my blond curls around his fingers. "You should wear your hair down more often."
His words send a flush through my body. I reach up to touch my hair, tucking it behind my ear self-consciously. "I, uh..."
Before I can get any words out, Drake gets distracted by someone he recognizes. He waves to them, and we head toward the other side of the lobby. I try to follow, but I feel his hand slide from my back to my butt.
I shoot him a glare, but he doesn’t even look at me.
He has no idea what he does to me.
I should be used to it by now, but that doesn't stop the ache between my legs. Drake is the most attractive man I have ever met, and his touches don't help my resolve.
We head for the Dragon Ascent display booth, the largest at the convention. It's a large tent painted in the same colors as the company logo. Inside, there's a row of climbing walls, each one with a different design. Some are textured with rocks, while others have a more uniform appearance. Drake heads straight for the one set up with the new gear.
This is why we're here. This is what I need to focus on.
As we walk toward the displays, I see people from the crowd watching us. I've grown used to the attention but still find it awkward. I've never been a fan of crowds, and now that I work for someone so well-known, there are always people watching me, hoping for some kind of interaction.
Not that I can blame them. I mean, look at him.
Drake strides up to the climbing wall with all the confidence in the world. His gait is easy, and his gaze is cool and calm. I'm struck again by how gorgeous he is. The man is tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, and has the attention of everyone in the crowd.
His black shirt clings to his muscles and his matching cargo pants are fitted enough that I can see the outline of his thighs and calves. I have to force myself to look away from his ass.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I should not be lusting after my boss right now.
It's a habit I need to break, or things will get really awkward. So what if we hooked up? I need to get it through my thick head that it was just a one-time thing.