Page 13 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

"And what does the security protocol look like for this convention?" she presses purposefully. "Is anyone allowed in?"

I shrug, trying to keep my focus on the list on my phone. "No, not just anyone. There will be a lot of attendees, though."

Scrunching her face, she slips into a moment of contemplation. Meanwhile, my distraction has failed and my eyes are trailing the length of her body like I need it to breathe.

How the hell did Caleb make it through an entire outing of Charlie being right over his shoulder? Damn, is she wearing perfume?

I take a deep breath, savoring the musky scent.

"Mr. Thompson?" Charlie calls, snapping me back to the moment.

"Hm?"

"I asked if the list of attendees has been vetted for any potential threats," she repeats.

"I'm not the president," I tell her through my laughter, "and you aren't my secret service detail."

She narrows those sexy eyes at me, clearly unamused. "I'm responsible for your protection."

I feel a shiver run down my spine at the way she says those words, my mind wandering off to all the scenarios where I would need her protection. It's not like I can't take care of myself, but there's something about the way she takes charge that makes me want to relinquish control.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," I say with a smile, trying to dispel the heat that's been building inside me since we got in the car together.

Charlie lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

But even as she speaks those words, there's a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her lips. I can tell she's enjoying this as much as I am, despite her protests.

I smile, deciding to reassure her. "I've been working with the convention staff for weeks now, and they've ensured that all attendees have been thoroughly vetted."

Charlie stares at me, eyes assessing my sincerity before nodding in understanding. "Just making sure," she says.

As we pull up to the convention center, I feel her hand on my arm, grounding me in reality with a simple touch. It's both electrifying and terrifying, the way I'm responding to her.

Pulling away from her grip, I gather my composure and step out of the car, holding the door open for her as she exits.

We make our way through the throngs of people, Charlie's hand resting lightly on the small of my back as we make our way to the conference room where my keynote speech is set to take place.

As we enter the room, I am struck by the grandeur of the setting. The stage is set up with multiple screens flashing the convention logo in bright colors, and rows and rows of chairs are set up for attendees.

Charlie and I take our seats on the stage as I prepare to address the attendees. I can feel the nervousness creeping in, but I push it back down. This isn't my first rodeo.

"Attention, attention!" I man calls, guiding the room into a gentle hum of silence. "Welcome, welcome. Many of you have been waiting to showcase your research for years and, thanks to our generous donors, now you can. Before we get started, a word from our very own Leonard Thompson."

As I begin my speech, I notice Charlie's eyes on me, her gaze unwavering as she listens intently to every word that comes out of my mouth. It's a strange feeling, having her watch me so closely. But at the same time, it's exhilarating, like I'm performing for an audience of one.

"Thank you all for being here. It is truly an honor to stand before you today, surrounded by such brilliant minds in the field of bioengineering and genetics. As I look out into this room, I am filled with a sense of awe and excitement for the groundbreaking research that will be presented here."

The words flow effortlessly from my lips, carrying with them the passion and dedication that have fueled my own path into bioengineering. I remember being one of those big, bright-eyed starter scientists. "But I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge the incredible team that has made this event possible. From the tireless efforts of the convention staff to the unwavering support of our generous sponsors, each and every person involved has played a vital role in bringing us together today."

As I continue my speech, I can't help but steal glances at Charlie from the corner of my eye. Poised, expression unreadable, her eyes sparkle with interest. It's a heady feeling, knowing that I have her undivided attention. It's as if she radiates a potent mix of strength and vulnerability, making it impossible for me to tear my gaze away.

As I speak, the energy in the room becomes palpable, a collective anticipation that crackles in the air. The attendees lean forward in their chairs, rapt with attention, their eyes shining with curiosity and excitement. It's a sight that never fails to inspire me, reminding me of why I've dedicated my life to pushing the boundaries of scientific exploration.

I weave through the various projects and theories that will be showcased at the convention, showcasing the diversity of ideas and innovations that have emerged from this community. From genetic modifications that promise to eradicate diseases to groundbreaking research on regenerative medicine, each presentation promises to challenge our understanding of what is possible.

Charlie lingers behind me, her presence like a comforting shadow. I steal glances at her whenever I can, but she remains focused on our surroundings. Her analytical gaze sweeps across the room, taking in every detail, every person, leaving no stone unturned. There's a sense of hidden depth behind those sharp eyes, an intelligence and curiosity that is entirely irresistible.

The kind that gets the gears in my head turning lustfully.

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