p, at least fitfully. I’d walked away. I’d been strong enough to do that. What girl could do anything else?
I couldn’t settle at first because I was crying so much. My nose was so stuffy I could barely breathe and I couldn’t relax knowing Deek was probably fucking Seranda six ways to Sunday. But then I became restless for a different reason. I couldn’t keep my legs still, couldn’t get comfortable. I felt like I’d had four cups of high-octane coffee and while my brain was exhausted from overthinking, my body was wound up.
I got out of bed and started to pace. My skin tingled and I rubbed it, as if the cool air in the guest bedroom was irritating. The light became too bright, so I turned it down. My mouth became dry and I was thirsty. So very thirsty. I ran to the kitchen and remembered how Sarah had retrieved a glass and filled it with water.
I guzzled it down, filled it again.
I imagined Deek fucking that other woman, pinning her to the wall as his beast thrust into her without mercy. I imagined the intense look of pleasure I’d often seen on his face, the darkening of his eyes. His growl.
God, that sound. My pussy clenched and grew wet, which just made me angrier. Tears streaked from my eyes as I drank a third glass of water. My breasts tingled now, and I imagined Deek’s mouth on them, sucking them deeply into his mouth, kneading their heavy weight until I moaned and begged him to take me.
Seranda. She had his mouth on her breasts now, on her skin, her hot, wet…
Nope. Couldn’t go there. I needed a distraction. Something to do.
Glancing around the kitchen frantically, my heart racing like a hummingbird’s, I spotted my salvation. A speck of dirt on the white tile floor. That couldn’t stay there. It looked wrong and it made the floor dirty, probably teeming with germs.
Frantic, I found a cloth and poured water from my cup on it. Dropping to my hands and knees, I began to scrub Sarah’s floor, first removing that spot of dirt, then moving farther and farther across the hard floor. My knees hurt like hell, but I didn’t care. Anything was better than focusing on the feeling of Deek’s cock inside me…
“Tiffani!” Sarah called.
I glanced up at her with wide eyes. “What?”
“What are you doing?”
Dax came up behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and looked at me with a frown.
“What? There was a spot of dirt on the floor and it needed to be cleaned. The whole floor needed to be cleaned. There are germs. Bugs. Everywhere.” I returned my attention to the task at hand. Sweat ran down my forehead, dripping on the marbled tile. With a gasp, I wiped it away immediately, but another followed the first. Then a third. After that, I scrubbed and scrubbed, not sure if I was wiping away sweat or tears.
Seranda had his cock now, too. She had everything.
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. “He’s fucking Seranda right now. This very second. I can feel it.”
Dax’s soft rumble of disapproval did not help my mood. “You should not have left him.”
“They’re going to kill him. Kill him. Kill him.” God, was it eight hundred degrees in here, or was it just me? Annoyed with my robe, I ripped it from my body and tossed it onto the floor. The skin of my arms and hands was a bright pink.
Hah! I knew it. Too damn hot.
Sarah crept forward as I returned attention to my scrubbing. “How much wine did you drink?” she asked.
“Wine? No wine. I was thirsty. I had water. I need more water.” I stood, filling the cup for a fourth time. I drained it all at once, pouring a small amount on my chest and neck. So fucking hot. “It’s hot in here. Don’t you aliens have air conditioning?”
Sarah glanced at Dax, then back at me. “The temperature is fine, Tiff. Why don’t you get up? I’ll take you back to your room.”
“No. I have to clean the floor.”
“You hate to clean,” she prompted me. I did. Ever since the restaurant, I didn’t like to do it. Deek had servants to clean and so did Dax. But here I was on the floor, scrubbing it. Why?
I stood slowly, looked down at the cloth in my hand, saw that my hands were both shaking. Forget the four cups of high-octane coffee. This felt like half a case of Red Bull. My heart was racing so fast beneath my ribcage that it actually started to hurt.
“There’s something wrong with me.”
Chapter Twelve
Tiffani