I feel conflicted, unsure of whose judgement to trust more. Besides, there’s another realization that hits me from out of nowhere. I am just as obsessed with Mona as I consider Kyle to be with Zara. The only difference between us is that he embraces it while I continue to fight with the mere thought that I couldn’t live without the woman who occupies my every thought.
FIFTEEN
Mona
My hands are sweaty,and I feel lightheaded, like I am about to pass out. I stare at the computer screen in front of me, but my vision is blurry, and I can’t see anything. I just have this film playing over and over in my head, on a never-ending repeat.
I am lying naked on a bed, with my breasts painted with chocolate frosting while my most intimate part in between my legs is dripping with my own juices mixed with the sugary concoction.
Alex is hovering above my body, sweat running down the sides of his head, and his hair a mess. He looks up at me as the tip of his tongue comes out and makes contact with my right nipple. He starts licking, and he doesn’t stop until it’s all clean and no traces of the frosting left. Then, he moves to my other onewhere he repeats the process just as I arch my back off the bed, willing him to move a little faster, a little rougher.
“Are you ready?” he murmurs against my skin just as he slides down my body until his mouth hovers above my mound. I tremble as the heat of his breath softly lingers over my bare skin.
He winks at me as his tongue comes out and takes a long lick, groaning as he goes. His efforts are rewarded when my skin breaks into pebbles all over my body, and I shiver in anticipation for more. I…
“Mona, everything alright over there?”
I jump as if I’ve been burned when I hear my boss’ voice coming from right next to me. Without thinking, my hands come up and rip the headset I have on. It falls to the flat surface of the desk before sliding to the floor.
That’s when I realize that the phone is ringing, the one I am supposed to answer as part of my job.
“Oh God!” I fan myself with rapid moves.
My boss, Laura, takes a step back. “Are you sick? Because you don’t look so good. You’re sweating. Why are you sweating?”
I bring both hands to my cheeks, feeling how hot they are, then my hands slide up to my hair that does feel slightly damp around my temples.
“I don’t know.” My mouth is so dry when I speak, that I almost choke. I grab the bottle of water I have sitting next to my keyboard. In my effort to undo the cap, I almost drop it a couple of times.
“Oh, my freakin’ God, you have the flu!” I jump again when Laura shrieks at me. “Why the hell did you come in if you knew you were sick?”
She takes a couple more steps back, and I have to stop myself from bursting into laughter. I’m pretty sure it’s not the flu but me being turned on by the daytime dream she interrupted. I mean, I was seconds away from an orgasm that promised toshatter my world. Much like the real one Alex gave me when he came to my apartment two days ago.
“Pack your stuff and go home! Now!” Laura snaps at me when I don’t follow her orders right away.
She turns around and marches back to her office. The walls of my small cubicle close in on me as I press a hand to my chest in an effort to calm down.
I’ve never fantasized about Alex while at work, not even when we first started dating. I have no idea what the hell is happening to me.
“Why are you still here?” Laura is back, and she brought a can of Lysol with her. She starts spraying it around until we’re both coughing from the fumes it puts out.
“You need to stop that,” I tell her. “I’m not leaving. I can’t afford to leave. I need the hours, and you know it.”
She continues spraying around, focusing on my keyboard now while she tries to keep her face covered with the top part of the shirt she’s wearing.
“If I get sick because of you, I will kill ya,” she promises.
I snort in amusement at hearing that. “If you get what I’m having, then I congratulate you.”
Unwarranted jealousy floods my system at the same time that I say the words. I wouldn’t like it at all if Alex and her became an item of some sorts. While I don’t have to worry about Alex marrying someone else, and I also don’t want him back, I can’t deal with the idea of him being with someone I know.
The airaround me feels suffocating, and I am pretty sure I am about to have a panic attack. It would be my first one ever, at least in a public setting. It’s different when you freak out away from everybody and in the privacy of your own home.
I push my chair back and stand up from the desk in a desperate need of some space.
”I’ll be right back,” I tell Laura but don’t wait for her to respond. She’s still busy with the Lysol can.
”If you pass out in the bathroom, I am quarantining the area,” she warns behind me. “Nobody will be allowed in or out of there!” She raises her voice more as I walk away.
