Page 16 of Vicious Secrets
“Are you flattering me?”
I bite my bottom lip. “No.”
“If I oversleep my alarm, I’m publicly blaming you,” he grumbles as his body relaxes.
Siro plans to go back to work tomorrow like nothing changed. But for him, that’s the truth. I roll onto my back and frown at the ceiling, unhappy with myself for feeling disappointed.
Chapter 7
Robyn
Sincewe’reonlyacouple on the outside, we’re not bothering with a honeymoon.
Siro’s penthouse makes up for skipping out on a luxury hotel stay. The large balcony could easily host a party of twenty and has a view of the Strip that gives Vegas vibes without the grating noise. Three bedrooms—one used as a home office, four bathrooms, a spacious living room, and a dining room, all furnished and decorated in a mixture of grays, accented with burgundy and gold.
It’s not the dungeon I expected from a man who only dresses in black and white. Nor does it have the aura of a bachelor pad. Considering he seemed to be the least bachelor-like single man in the city, that makes sense.
“Cleaning staff comes through several times a week. There is a chef to prepare and package our meals. She rarely cooks a plated meal for me. You’re welcome to add whatever you need to her shopping list,” Siro says as he gives me a tour of the kitchen. The space looks untouched.
A bell buzzes from the entry hall. Siro hits something on his smartwatch, and the front door opens. A man a full head shorter than Siro rounds the corner a minute later. He stops, and his hazel eyes size me up. Really? I’m not a threat.
I return the look. His designer boots don’t go with his black jeans and t-shirt, and neither does his impeccably styled brown hair. I’m getting a “big brother with many sisters” vibe from him.
“Robyn, this is Fabi. Your bodyguard.”
I want to ask who he’s protecting me from, but I bite my tongue and shake Fabi’s calloused hand.
“No shifts until Tuesday, right?” he asks while looking me in the eye.
I step back next to Siro. My husband cocks an eyebrow at me like he doesn’t understand why I’m seeking the safety of his side.
“Sorry, are you asking me?” I say, looking between the two men.
“Yes.” Fabi runs his tongue over his teeth.
“Uh, yeah. Tuesday. Wait, you’re not coming with me, are you?”
“Yes,” he repeats in a dry voice.
“Siro, this isn’t—”
“Hospitals aren’t neutral territory.”
I purse my lips and nod once.
Fabi’s dark brows raise. He blinks at me as if he just discovered I’m actually a ghost. Great, he’s surprised by my compliance. That probably means he doesn’t expect me to behave.
Siro dismisses Fabi to do other work before he leads me to our bedroom. It’s a massive space with a king-size bed and an impressive closet that feeds into the bathroom. The cardboard boxes full of my clothes look cheap next to the dark wood and frosted glass fixtures.
As I walk around my side of the space, unease rolls over me, inching my shoulders closer to my ears. I wring my fingers and spin on the spot to face Siro. He’s following me around but keeping his distance while watching me, like I’m an animal he wants to see do a trick. Or maybe he’s waiting for me to lash out at my keeper.
“Can I have my own room?” I ask.
Siro’s mouth opens and closes. He shoves his hands in his pockets and leans against the closet door frame. His chin tilts to allow him to look down his nose at me. “No.”
I can’t help but snort.
Siro grins.
