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Lord, get me back to the villa before it pours.
A raindrop hit her face, then another. Krista nearly squeaked. Then came the booming sound of thunder. Krista might have been a bit rough around the edges (on occasion), but everyone who knew her knew she was deathly afraid of thunder and lightning.
She picked up her pace as another bolt of lightning struck closer. The raindrops were so big that they thumped heavily on her head. This is nothing but the devil, Krista thought, swiftly walking in the direction toward what she thought were the villas. Lightning continued to fork out above her. And then what started out as drizzle turned into a downpour. The torrential rain had come from out of nowhere. Now she could barely see through the curtain of rain.
The wind whipped fiercely around her, flinging heavy raindrops all over her. More lightning split open the darkened sky and Krista began a run-walk. Her feet started sliding in her sandals, making it difficult for her to move as rain sloshed between her painted toes.
More lightning flashed.
Then came a crackling sound in the distance. A tree had been struck.
Krista’s heart raced. Now she wished she hadn’t stormed out of the session so hastily. Perhaps she’d been a bit more defensive than was necessary. But she couldn’t think about that now. She needed to get to safety before she was electrocuted.
More lightning crackled.
The rain was so thick that she could barely see. Drenched, Krista quickened her pace to nearly a run and stumbled as her right foot slid out of her sandal. She broke her fall with her hands, skinning her palms on the stoned pathway as she fell. Krista rolled, trying to prevent further injuries, and landed in a foot of water. Goddamn it. Now she was a muddy mess.
Pulling herself up from the mud and water, she swiped her wet hair from her face and attempted to slide her sandal back on her foot to only find that it had broken. To add insult to injury, her nipples were painfully hard. Shit. She quickly picked up her torn sandal and hurriedly walk-ran with one sandal on.
She wanted desperately to get out of this rain. Up ahead. There it was. She could barely make out the shape of a structure. The rain nearly stung her eyes as she tried to bring the building into focus. Oh. Okay. Up ahead was the villa, she thought. She blinked, straining for a clearer look. Yes, God. Thank you.
Wait.
She blinked through the rain again. She saw only one building—a house-like structure. That wasn’t her villa.
Ohgod, no, no, no, nooo . . .
Krista realized she had taken the wrong path when she didn’t see the villas or the ocean ahead. She needed to go in the opposite direction. She’d been so distracted by her thoughts that she’d somehow managed to go the wrong way.
Nothing but the devil! Goddamn you!
Another burst of lightning struck a nearby tree, splitting it, and causing Krista to duck. The loud crack sounded too close for comfort. And Krista was now more frightened of the wildness of the storm than ever. She hadn’t come here to die. To be struck down by lightning.
As she neared, she saw what in fact was a cottage of some sort. Its slanted roof was a vibrant mosaic of pinks and blues and greens, and its chimney billowed out a thick cloud of smoke. Sheets of water poured down either sides of the roof like a rushing waterfall.
Something was lit inside, hopefully a fire. Krista needed to warm herself and dry out from the elements. But why was this bungalow out here in the middle of nowhere? And why was there no door?
With one waterlogged sandal in hand and the other on her foot, Krista raced through the door-less frame, without considering who might be inside. All she knew was, she needed out of the storm.
Twenty-Six
Candles illuminated the front part of the house, along the walls, all along the baseboards. Fresh-cut floral arrangements sat atop pedestals, which Krista thought odd. And yet she breathed in the erotic stimuli, nonetheless.
“Hello?” Krista said nervously. “Is anyone here? I don’t mean to barge in like this, but I was hoping I could come inside . . .” She walked further inside. “Just until the rain stops.”
Krista’s wet feet squished over the iridescent aquatic-blue glass-tiled floor as she walked. Her one shoeless foot chilled against the tiles as she moved deeper into the room. The room smelled of scented pineapples and cedar.
“Hello?” she called out again over the rumbling outside. Deeper inside was another room where a fire crackled inside its hearth. Apprehensively, Krista inhaled. She loved the smell. Loved the crackling sounds of burning wood.
“Hell—”
She didn’t finish calling out hello. She thought she heard what sounded like moans coming from the back part of the house.
“Mmmm . . .”
“Uh. Uh. Uhhh . . .”
Was that grunting?
