"Stupid men. Always want women with huge boobs and nothing between their ears. Let's screw, Damian. We're good at it, so why not?"
What in God's name was wrong with her? Her balcony was several feet from the edge of his. She looked to the bushes several floors down and decided it was worth the risk. Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion. She yelped as someone grabbed her hips and pulled her from the edge of the balcony.
"What the hell are you doing?" Damian demanded, lowering her to the ground and spinning her to face him. "Are you jumping to your balcony?"
She glared at him in response.
"There's a door. Use it," he snapped.
"I didn't want to interrupt your reunion."
His eyes narrowed. His body was warm against hers, and she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him.
"God, I'm so stupid!" she growled.
"You're jealous?" A smile flickered across his face and turned into a laugh. He hugged her against him.
"No, of course not!" she snapped, pushing at him.
"Woman, you're something else!"
"Damn you, Damian!"
"You're more welcome in my bed than she is!"
A thrill went through her. Embarrassed at the emotions bubbling within her, she pulled away and folded her arms across her chest, marching into the living room. Claire apparently had left.
"It's okay, Damian, really. You can do whatever with Claire. Just put a sock on the doorknob or something so I don't bother you."
"You are very magnanimous to give me permission to do whatever the fuck I want in my own house," he said, borderline pissy once more.
"You're such an ass, Damian!"
"And you're fucking naïve."
Her face flamed red. She marched to the doorway.
"Sofi, wait," Damian called. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm not interested in Claire. I'm interested-"
She ignored him and slammed the door behind her, returning to her room, angry and agitated. A breeze made her curtains flutter, and she closed it, certain Claire's cries of ecstasy would soon fill the air around the mansion.
Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room. She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more. Like the night before, he wasn't going to let her sleep. She read, paced, and finally just lay down to stare at the ceiling until morning came. The sounds of sparring in the courtyard drew no interest this morning. She waited until they stopped and the full light of day streamed into her room before heading to the kitchen.