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But still... Drake's body is a wonder. He has just the right amount of bulk. It's sexy without being overdone. He looks like he belongs on a poster rather than being a real person.

I feel my breath catch as I watch him turn and face the crowd, ready to give his presentation. He catches my eye and then winks at me. I flush, and I know I must be beet red. I curse under my breath.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Drake begins. "I'm so glad you could join me here today to see the latest advancements in climbing gear. We at Dragon Ascent have been working very closely with our designers to create products that are safe, lightweight, and functional."

Now is about the time I tune out. I have a passing understanding of the gear that Dragon Ascent produces, but my main job is to be Drake's handler. I don't need to be all that educated on the gear, just the CEO.

Drake is a natural speaker, in total command of the space without being overbearing. I check my watch and look over my shoulder at the rest of the convention going on. Since he's going to be occupied for a while, giving his talk, demoing the new gear, and answering questions, I have some time to myself to just peruse.

In situations like this, Drake likes me to scope out the competition, even with my limited understanding of everything. Really, I think he sends me out to get me out of his hair for a few minutes, but I'm glad to be free of the stuffy crowd anyway.

I make my way around the room, looking at the different booths and trying to be discreet. I feel bad for all the people who are stuck manning these things, answering inane questions about their products. It's not exactly thrilling stuff.

I'm making my way past a booth when I hear someone call my name.

"Ellie?"

I turn and see Claude Vanderhoven standing behind me, a huge smile on his face. I plaster one on mine, even though I'd really rather not talk to him.

"Hello, Claude."

"I'm glad I caught you," he says. "I was hoping you'd be interested in attending my film screening tonight. It's a private showing, and I realized I didn't get a chance to invite you last night."

"Oh, well..."

I trail off, thinking about how I'm actually interested in attending. Not to be around Claude but just to do anything besides work. A private screening, which I assume will have drinks and appetizers, sounds much better than sitting in a shared hotel room with a man who may or may not feel the same way I do.

Sensing my hesitation, Claude continues, "It's called 'The Ecstasy of the Summit'. You'd be my special guest, Ellie. It will be lovely."

I glance over his shoulder and see that Drake's presentation is over. There's a line of people waiting to talk to him, but he's glancing around, obviously looking for me. I can see the frustration and annoyance in his eyes when he sees I'm not there.

"Claude," I begin, and he smiles, knowing I'm going to say yes. "I'm not sure that Drake has that event on the agenda."

He waves away my words. "No matter. We can still have a nice time, no? I will send you the information for the screening. Just give me your number."

That's a bridge too far, even if I do want to attend the showing. So instead, I pull out one of my business cards, figuring that Claude having my business email is a safer bet. He frowns as he takes the card, glancing down at the information on it.

"You can contact me with the information there," I explain, giving him a fake smile, hoping to avoid further questions. "I'm sure you've got networking to do today, so I'll leave you to it!"

I spin on my heel and head towards Drake before Claude can say another word. I feel his eyes on my back, but he doesn't call out or chase after me, thank God.

Drake looks relieved to see me, which makes me feel a little guilty for ditching him. But then he gives me that smug smirk that drives me crazy and says, "Enjoying yourself, Ellie?"

"Immensely," I reply sarcastically.

"Good to hear."

He leads the way back toward the Dragon Ascent booth, and I follow, keeping an eye out for any potential business contacts.

"There's a private screening for Claude's documentary tonight," I tell him as we walk. "I figured it might be a good idea to attend. Network, maybe pick up some new clients."

Drake stops, and when he speaks, it's with an authority I'm completely unused to coming out of his mouth. "No."

I stop walking, stunned. "What do you mean no?"

Drake turns and walks back towards me, and I swallow thickly at the intensity I see in his eyes.

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