“Crap," I mutter under my breath as I flush it anyway, hoping I can escape before he notices.
That’s when I hear the water stop running. I rush out and towards the bathroom door just as he slides the shower open right in front of me. He steps out of the shower with zero shame, every part of him on complete display. I’m so shocked at being caught in the bathroom that I don’t say anything at first. All I can do is stare at every muscle, every scar and tattoo, every inch of bronze skin. My cheeks flame instantly and I whip my head around, pretending to be occupied with something on the vanity. I haven’t said anything and neither has he but I can feel his eyes on me. I look up into the mirror cautiously to find him smirking. His reflection is cocky and dangerous and he just stands there, still naked, watching me. My eyes immediately flick back down to my vanity and I sit quickly, pretending like I’m deciding on what to do with my makeup today when really I’m attempting not to die of humiliation. Then, after what feels like hours, he disappears into the bedroom. I letout a long breath but tense just as fast when I hear him speak.
“Enjoy the show, Datura?” His voice echoes from the closet, casually.
“Not really. I’ve seen better,” I shoot back, channeling every ounce of bravado I have.
He laughs as he walks back into the bathroom in a pair of black slacks and nothing else. He leans over my shoulder and wipes the water from my vanity mirror so we can both see into it before pressing his lips against my ear.
“Liar,” he whispers, sending a shiver down my spine and heat between my thighs.
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” I say, staring him down.
I watch as the smug look on his face disappears and he stands up straight. He walks over to the counter beside me and leans against the edge, arms crossed, surveying me.
“You going to get dressed, or are you just going to stare at me all morning?”
I look down, realize I’m still in a thin tank and a pair of soft pajama shorts. I cross my arms self-consciously.
“There’s not much to stare at,” I say, chin lifted. “Just a giant ego.”
He raises an eyebrow and places his hand on his chest, all mock surprise.
“Princess, did you compliment my ego?”
I roll my eyes and look back down at my vanity, this time in an actual attempt to put myself together. I’m caught by surprise when his lips are back next to my ear again.
“We both know that’s not the only giant thing about me, Datura,” he growls out before nipping my earlobe with his teeth, making me hiss out in surprise.
He’s walking back out of the bathroom, chuckling, before I can respond.
‘Bastard.’
“Get dressed. We’re leaving in one hour,” he calls out from the bedroom like nothing just happened. “Don’t make me come drag you out like a child.”
I bristle at the order. I want to tell him to screw off, but I also don’t want to be stuck in this house all day. My curiosity wins out. Some part of me is weirdly intrigued by his bossy attitude especially now that I know who he really is.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Out. You said you wanted to live a little. So today, you get your wish. Just don’t disappear on me again,” he replies from the doorway.
I narrow my eyes on him.
“You were so busy, I didn’t think you would mind,” I say in the fakest sweet voice I can muster.
“If you would have been doing those wifely duties, your uncle supposedly made sure you were taught, I wouldn’t have been preoccupied.”
I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out and he’s already walking away anyway. Instead, I stare at the empty doorway at a complete loss for words.
“What a jerk,” I mumble to myself.
I pick a simple blue dress and tie my hair up in a high ponytail. I’m wearing just enough makeup to make me look mature but not indecent. The poised and perfect wife. I don’t have to wait long before he reappears, his gaze sweeping over me with an intensity that makes my cheeks flush again.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Let’s see what the world has to offer, Mrs. Sanchez.”
