Page 6 of Boss Daddy's Girl

The elevator dings at the top floor of the hotel, and it's time for us to face the music. A funeral dirge in Ellie's mind surely, but a romantic, sensual song in mine.

The convention is being held at the Salt Palace Convention Center, and the attached Regency Salt Hotel is a beauty even by my high standards. Funny that I'm fine sleeping in a tent on the side of a mountain at any time, but I have no patience for cheap lodgings when I'm playing the part of owner and CEO of Dragon Ascent. I might as well enjoy the perks of all my hard work.

The building is tall, all mirrored glass from the outside and luxury inside. It's packed with people in town from all over theworld for the conference, which will be held in the other part of the building. It's a new building, and it shows.

The honeymoon suite we've been accidentally booked into is a different story. It's clearly been built and decorated for amorous couples, and Ellie is blushing as I watch her take in the decor and the gigantic bed that dominates the main room. There's a roomy balcony with a hot tub, a separate sitting room, an oversized bathroom, and a fully stocked kitchen.

"It's beautiful," she sighs, wandering towards the windows.

I can't help but agree. It's her.

The first order of business is to take our things to the bedroom. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of watching her try not to react. It's done tastefully, with dark wood and cream colors, and the bed is large enough for a small orgy.

"I'll take the couch," I offer, smirking at her.

"No way! I'll sleep on the couch," she insists. "You're too tall!"

I shrug. "Too bad. You want first dibs on the shower?"

"Um, sure," she says, clearly flustered.

"Great. I'll be in after you." I set my backpack on the ground and walk towards her, crowding her into the room.

"But–"

I take her suitcase from her, setting it on the bed. "Ellie, it's fine. I'm used to sleeping on all kinds of surfaces."

"But it's not right," she argues, crossing her arms. "I should be the one to sleep on the couch."

I step closer to her, towering over her small frame. She swallows hard, her cheeks pink as she stares up at me, eyes wide. She smells like peaches, and I want to press my face against her neck and breathe her in.

"I won't take no for an answer." My voice is lower than I expected it to be, and she visibly shivers.

I turn away before I do something stupid, like pull her into my arms. I grab my duffel bag and shove it on the bed beside her suitcase, unzipping it quickly. "Go ahead and shower, El. I'll just get my stuff ready."

"Um, okay." She moves quickly, grabbing her toiletry bag and towel before escaping into the bathroom.

The second the door closes, I slump onto the bed. What am I doing? Why did I volunteer for this torture? It was bad enough before, being around her and trying not to make an ass of myself. But now we're in a room together, and I know I'm going to hear the shower running and think about her naked in there.

I run a hand over my face, groaning quietly. I need to get a grip. I can't risk our working relationship by being inappropriate. She deserves better than that.

I take out my phone and try to distract myself with work, but I can't focus. With nothing else to do, I close my eyes and lie back on the comforter, trying to meditate and block out the sound of her showering and ignoring the voice in my head screaming at me to stroke my cock and at least take the edge off this need. With my luck, she'll come out as soon as I start, and I'll be even more frustrated than before.

Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. What the hell am I going to do with you?

3

ELLIE

After an awkward two hours of moving around Drake in the hotel room, I finally feel fully human again. A shower and a fresh set of clothes restart my brain and let me consider the situation fully without all the emotions coursing through me earlier.

Okay. So, we're sharing a suite. A honeymoon suite. Not ideal but not the end of the world either. Like I told Drake before, we'll be so busy I'm sure we'll see very little of each other. Usually, Drake would have me attached to his side at all times, but he's got multiple events on the schedule where he will be all on his own, flaunting his charisma and charm to the masses.

I, on the other hand, will be working to keep him on track and keeping all the plates spinning behind the scenes. Sort of like what I do on a day-to-day basis, just at a much larger scale.

I can hear Drake finishing up in the bathroom and take a moment to sink onto the chaise across from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun is nearly set, and despite the general fatigue of the day, I can't deny that the view is beautiful. Salt Lake City issurrounded by the sort of natural majesty that has Drake going on and on for hours, but I rarely have the time to soak it in myself.

From the top of the hotel tower, I can see the city lights and, beyond them, the Wasatch Mountains that seem to stretch forever. I'm lost in the view and almost jump out of my skin when Drake comes up to the window beside me. I've been avoiding looking directly at him since we got into the suite, and now that I do, I feel my heart stop.

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