"Ciao bello! I knew you would eventually..." The timbre of Gio's deep, sweet, alluring voice quickens my breathing again. My body is still shaky and warm. It seems I am a sucker for Italian accent. I still remember being so fascinated by Em's when we first met. I have no idea why I dialed this man's number, though. Anger suddenly overwhelms me. He is playing with my mind and I am letting him do it.
"Shut up, idiot!" I hiss. "Let me tell you something. It's very important, so you better listen really, really carefully. Stop calling me! Stop texting! Forget my name, and my number, and my existence."
"Jamie, wait! I am sorry if I..." Now he sounds startled and apologetic. Good! I have no intention to listen to him messing more with me.
"I didn't say you can speak," I growl. "You think I am nice, huh? You probably think I am like my handsome best friend who is generous with his smiles and friendly to anyone who seems agreeable. Here's a surprise for you, sleeker! I AM NOT! You don't know me. You don't get the chance to do it either. The next time it crosses your mind to contact me in any way, think about this. I know where you work, I am a nasty motherfucker and I'm not joking."
"Jamie, mi dispiace veramente! Volevo solo..." (I am really sorry! I just wanted...) Why is he so calm and soothing, as if trying to appease a child who is throwing a tantrum? He should be afraid, not nice.
"Shut the fuck up!" I scream and press the red button.
Fuck! What is happening to me? I just threatened an innocent person because of a few text messages. I must have gone completely mental. I should have stayed back home. Italy obviously affects my brain in a bad way.
I drag myself out of the tub and start rummaging around the bathroom like a lunatic. Where the hell did I put the towels? I spot them on a pile, on the fluffy rug, in the middle of the room and, instead of wrapping one around my wet body, I just sprawl on the floor on my back, using them as a pillow. It seems I am reaching a new low with every passing second. A pushy Italian man was hitting on me first. I was touching myself, imagining kissing him the next moment. Well, I imagined much more, but that is something I refuse to discuss even with my demented self. I finally called him to threaten him and now I am lying, stark naked, on the bathroom floor instead of in my bed, feeling like a total scum for being so rude and mean. The worst thing is that I am hard again. What the fuck! Bad boy! Down!... Please?... I think, I'm going to cry.
I jump up and start rubbing myself dry as fast as I can. I don't feel like digging for clothes in my bag, so I just put on the same pair of boxers and a plush, white, bath robe I spot hanging nearby. A faint smile makes the corners of my mouth curve up. Dear Julia has surely chosen the longest one she has, but it still barely covers the middle of my shins. I frown again and fly out of the house, stumbling in the ridiculous, fluffy flip flops I found near the back door.
The garden is silent and dark. Only few lanterns are casting dim glow over the rose beds and the pool. It's chilly. The French doors of the guest house are open widely. The lights are out, but I see the fireplace burning inside. Em and Sunny must be still up. I'm almost running down the path. The cold makes my lips tremble. I literally throw myself inside and flop face down on a pile of satin and brocade. My legs get entangled in coarse fabric. I realize it's the long slats of the collapsed blinders.
What the hell is going on here? The room is literally destroyed. It looks as if there was a fight. A sharp jolt of worry rushes through my body. Is it possible that someone tried to rob the house? Are Em and Sunny ok? Oh, my God! The security system is more than reliable. It sounds incredible for a stranger to be able to sneak uninvited on the property. The area is really safe as well. But, on the other hand, shit happen all the time. My stomach painfully shrinks.
"Em!" I shout. "Sunny! Are you alright guys?" No answer. Where are they? I scramble up on my feet and rush further inside. Clothes are scattered everywhere. The bed looks as if it was hit by a tornado. I'm puzzled and even more worried.
"Hellooo! Anyone!" I call out again.
"Stop screaming, dumbass!" Em's voice comes from somewhere behind my back. "We're in the bathroom. Come here and keep quiet."
Light is seeping from the slit under a nearby door and I immediately swing it open. I blink few times till my eyes adjust to the twilight. There are candles scattered everywhere. The fluffy, white foam is overflowing from the enormous tub. Em is settled comfortably, leaning on one of the leather backrests, grinning widely. Sunny is sleeping peacefully, curled on his chest.
"You're shaking," he states as if I don't know it. "Your lips are blue. Are you crazy to go out naked and with wet hair in the middle of November?"
"I might very well be," I huff, delighting in the hot, humid air. "What has happened in the bedroom?" Em only raises a brow. "Oh," I mutter, fidgeting nervously in my place.
"Stop scratching your head and get in the tub," he commands. "I don't want you all snotty and coughing tomorrow. Idiot! We have a tight sightseeing schedule."
"I... mmm... are you sure that..." I peek at Sunny.
He lazily opens only one eye and mumbles, "Get in Jamie. There's enough space for five people to sit inside without touching each other."
I take off the bath rob and contentedly sigh while sinking into the warm heaven.
"Now start spilling the beans," Em looks me in the eye. "You wouldn't be running around the garden in a birthday suit for no reason."
Sunny suddenly opens his eyes and giggles, "Ohhh, there's only one thing that can make someone lose it like this. Who is it?"
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