Page 74 of Deadly Secrets

(Sienna)

“Do you think the massive house is a juxtaposition to his small dick?”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as Maggie and I got out of the Uber that had just brought us to Scott Manor.

“I need you on your best behavior, Maggie, so please, hold your tongue. I know you have a dark humor, but these people don’t know you like I do.”

Maggie put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

“Jesus, take a chill pill. I was joking.” She paused. “He clearly has a small dick.”

We walked toward the main door with our luggage. I wasn’t sure what to bring or how many options were considered acceptable. Maggie had it easy; she only had to place everything back into her suitcase and zip it shut. As for me, I spent the entire morning going through my walk-in closet, trying to figure out what to pack. I needed to pack both formal and casual clothing, including an evening gown for the New Year’s Eve gala. Maggie borrowed one of my dresses. She didn’t care that it was a bit short for her. In fact, she saw it as the ideal opportunity to borrow a pair of Louboutin from my collection and show them off.

“I think I brought too many things. Ander and Zayn will think I’m moving in with their parents.” I was panicking. I ended up bringing a big suitcase, a small suitcase, and my large Dior book tote bag. I knew it was too much, but a girl needed options.

A few seconds after I pressed the ring bell, the door opened, and a man with silver hair and a strong build—probably in his fifties—greeted us.

“Good afternoon,” the man said. “You must be Miss Moore. Please, come in. Mr. Scott mentioned we were expecting you. I’m Gordon, the butler. May I have your coats and your luggage?”

“They have a butler?” Maggie whispered so I could only hear her.

“Thank you, Gordon. Yes, and please call me Sienna. This is Maggie Towerby, a friend from college.”

“Welcome, miss. Mr. Scott requested that I escort you to your rooms and allow you time to relax. Dinner will be served at seven o’clock. Please allow me to guide you to your accommodations.” Gordon indicated that we should leave our luggage downstairs, reassuring us that he would promptly bring our belongings up once we settled into our rooms.

“Are Ander and Zayn at home?” I asked him while he guided us to the upper level.

“Yes, they are home. I believe Mr. Scott is in his room, but Mr. Siegel left not long ago to buy some last-minute presents in the city.”

I was nervous to see Ander. We hadn’t spoken since my meeting with his father at our offices, and I wasn’t sure if he knew I’d offered him the CEO position in the company.

I was assigned the same room I’d been in when I came during Thanksgiving, so as soon as Gordon left to show Maggie where she would sleep for the next few days, I walked out of my room and crossed the hallway to Ander’s door. I could hear the creak of his bed.

I knocked on the door twice.

The first thing I noticed when the door swung open was a shirtless Ander. My eyes traveled down his chest toward his perfectly sculpted abs and stopped at the delicious happy trail between his stomach and the hem of his sweatpants. I probably spent too many seconds ogling him, only to be disturbed when the sound of him clearing his throat reached my ears.

“Are you checking me out?”

I could feel the heat spreading through my face. I dropped my eyes so he wouldn’t realize how flustered I was. Since our kiss, things had been a bit awkward between us.

“I just wanted to say hi. Hi.”

Seriously, Sienna? Hi?

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” I timidly asked.

“Sure, come in.” I crossed the threshold, and Ander shut the door behind me. I walked toward the window and turned around to face him.

“Have you talked to your father?”

Ander walked to a chest of drawers against the wall on the opposite side of the room and pulled a white T-shirt with long sleeves out of one of the drawers. I was disappointed, not going to lie. I would have preferred it if he had remained shirtless. He was nice to look at.

“Yes, I did. He mentioned you’ve agreed to give him the position. What made you change your mind?”

I noticed some hesitation in his tone and wondered if he disapproved of my decision.

“Everyone deserves a second chance, and he confirmed everything Michael and Peter said. I have no reason to think he has ulterior motives.”

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