“How is he?”
I swallow a laugh at her attempt to act casual.
Does she really think I can’t see the guilt written all over her face?
“Same as always. He’s an asshole.” I stalk toward the island.
“Good to know.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I rest my forearms on the cold marble. Time to ask the question that’s been burning in my mind since I saw her in my room.
“So, did you find anything interesting while you were snooping through my things?”
Her shoulders stiffen as she looks up at me under her lashes.
“Don’t trouble yourself with lying,Tine Bheag. I saw you on the cameras.”
Her face pales, but then her eyes turn to daggers as she rounds the island. “You werewatchingme?”
“Of course, I was,” I turn to lean against the counter, folding my arms across my chest.
She spins, scanning the corners of the kitchen. “Where are the cameras?”
“Everywhere. Except your bedroom and the bathrooms, of course. I’m not a complete bastard.”
She turns to glare at me, her nostrils flaring. “You’ve had cameras watching me the entire time?”
“It’smyhouse. Did you really think I wouldn’t have surveillance?”
“That’s disgusting.”
“What’s disgusting is you going through my private things. So, I’m going to ask you again, did you find anything?”
Her cheeks flush as she folds her arms, drawing my attention to her tits for just a second too long. I grit my teeth as I fight the urge to adjust myself.
“I wasn’t looking for anything. I was bored, and you told me to make myself at home.”
“So, were you wanting to make space for your things in my dresser, is that it?”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I smirk as I push off the island and take a step closer to her.
“While I did tell you to make yourself at home, that didn’t mean rifling through my drawers like you’re on a fucking scavenger hunt.”
She huffs as she flicks her ponytail over her shoulder. “I need something todo. I’m going crazy, sitting around all day waiting for you to grace me with your presence.”
Is she seriously using boredom as an excuse?
I rub a hand over my jaw as I try to keep a lid on my temper. “So, go shopping or get a facial. That’s what wives do, isn’t it?”
Ciara rolls her eyes so hard I half expect her to pull something. “I want towork. You said this was a business arrangement, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Then treat it like one.”
“By having you work for me? Yeah. No, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” She punches her hands on her hips.
