“You can wear anything in here.”

I glance over the clothes, then ask, “Is this your room?”

“Yes.”

The idea of wearing Demitri’s clothes sends another unwelcome wave of tingles rushing through me. Only then does something niggle at the back of my mind, and my eyes snap up to Demitri’s. “Are there cameras in the house?”

“Of course,” he replies, and then he takes a couple of shirts from his closet and shoves them against my chest.

Taking hold of them, I reach past him and help myself to three of his sweaters. Then rushing out of the closet, I glance over the pristine room, which looks impersonal.

I go to the chamber of torture and gather the few things I have, then take them to another guest room.

Demitri watches me, and when I place the clothes in the closet, he leans his shoulder against the doorjamb and crosses his arms over his chest. I hate when he stands like that because it gives me a perfect view of the veins snaking beneath his skin and his defined muscles.

“Are there cameras in the bathrooms?” I ask, my stomach clenching with nerves from knowing he can see anything I do. It’s also unnerving being this close to him after the altercation in the kitchen.

“No, only the bedrooms and downstairs.”

“So if I sleep here, you can watch me like the creep you are?” I snap, not happy about having almost zero privacy and the unsettling attraction I feel for this man.

“I only go to the security room three times a day, so you don’t have to worry about me watching you,” he informs me.

My eyebrow lifts as I turn to face him. “What do you call what you’re doing right now?”

He lets out a chuckle, his lips curving into a way too hot grin. “Entertainment.”

I hate it when heat creeps up my neck and mutter, “Screw you.”

“Only if you beg,” Demitri taunts me.

Rushing to the doorway, I shove at him until he steps back, and then I slam the door shut in his face. Turning the key, I lock it and only then do I realize this room actually has a key.

Yassss! Ariana for the win.

Chapter 9

DEMITRI

Opening the security door, I’m well aware of Ariana watching from the top of the stairs. My body blocks the keypad, so there’s no way she’ll see the code.

I go inside and check my phone for missed calls and messages. Not seeing anything, I glance over the monitors and seeing Ariana creep toward the security door, the corner of my mouth lifts.

I walk to the door, and when I open it, she jumps back and then begins to look all flustered before she darts back up the stairs like a scared rabbit.

I get way too much enjoyment from the moment, and pulling the door shut behind me, I follow after Ariana.

I find her standing in front of the sliding doors, her breaths still coming fast from being startled while she tries to act casual.