Page 19 of Unexpected Complication

I ignored him.

Again.

Chapter 5

Cian

Opening my laptop, I checked on Skylar a short time later. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest, muttering. Her gaze was flying all over the room. I knew Sean was correct—she was looking for the camera.

She’d never find it. Sean was too good at surveillance.

I hadn’t lied to her. The camera was only directed at that side of the room. I could redirect it if I wanted to look at the other side, but I hadn’t done that. Short of turning her body into liquid and pouring herself through the filter of the air conditioner, she had no way of getting out of that room. The bathroom wasn’t monitored, but there was no way to get out of it either unless she tunneled through the drain.

Which I wouldn’t put it past her to try.

Regardless of what she thought, we did have morals. The only reason I kept an eye on her was for her safety.

She stood suddenly and bolted forward, pushing the small armchair out of view of the camera. I waited a few minutes, then carefully rolled the lens and began to chuckle when I found her again. She had shoved the chair right into the opposite corner, sitting in it proudly. Her legs were drawn up, her head resting on her hands. I had no doubt if she thought she could move the bed, she would do the same thing.

Her message was clear. I’d told her I couldn’t see that side of the room.

Stop looking at me.

With a sigh, I rolled the lens back into place. I could give her that.

For now.

I entered her room a little while later. She was still in the corner, book in hand. She glared at me when I walked in, her gaze following me as I approached.

Silently, I set the coffee and cupcakes on the table in front of her. Turning, I walked to the bed and sat down. We stared at each other for a minute. “You moved your chair.”

“I like my privacy.” She sniffed. “If I can believe what you said and you’re not watching me all the time.”

“I’m not. If you want your chair there, it’s fine.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Sean saved you some cupcakes.”

“Hmph.”

I quirked my eyebrow at her. “Do I need to take a bite of one?”

“No.”

“You trust me now?”

“I’m tired of sharing your germs.” She wrinkled her nose. “God knows where that mouth of yours has been. I’ll take my chances.”

My lips twitched. “Okay, then.”

“I looked for the camera.”

I was surprised at her admission.

“Did you find it?”

“Duh, fuckwit. If I had, I would have ripped it out of the wall.”