Cayman Desires by Sabel Simmons Page A

shoulder
and she felt herself go weak and hot all over.
    “Remember Rissa?   All
those long, hot nights we used to have.  Nights where you could not get enough,
kept on asking for more and more, begging me to go faster, harder … deeper.”
    His hands tightened
around her arms, licking the tingling spot on her neck first before he sucked
hard, kissing her neck as only a lover would.  She felt weightless in his arms.
The fact that he was marking her neck did not even register in her fevered
mind.  Suddenly he roughly pushed her away from him.  She slowly turned around
and stared at him with shuttered eyes, trying desperately to hide her
heightened desire. His face was grim, hard, and before he opened his mouth, she
knew what was coming.
    “But then, we both know
why you kept my desires burning constantly, don’t we?  You gave sleeping your
way to the top a new meaning!”
    In horror, she stared
at the red flush darkening his check, only then realizing that she had slapped
him.
    Robby’s shocked face
shook her to her stomach, and she swung around to run as fast as she could,
away from the man staring at her with a shuttered look in his eyes.
    “Is Rissa mad at you,
Daddy?” 
    Robby’s small hand
crept into Ray’s and he could kick himself for submitting the little boy to the
scene he just witnessed. However, he realized since he ran into her, he just
couldn’t seem to stop himself.
    The desire to hurt her
… not just physical pain, but intense pain that demolished her heart and soul,
was like a festering wound in his soul.   He wiped a tired hand over his eyes,
squatted down to his son and pulled him close.
    “Daddy was ugly with
her, so yes, she is mad at me.  I’m sorry, Robert, I shouldn’t have done what I
did with you here.” 
    Eyes, so much like his, gazed back at
him, a slight frown marring the small forehead.  Robert placed his small hands
on Raymond’s cheeks and advised him earnestly, “You should say sorry to Rissa,
Daddy!”                                
    Bette speared a worried glance towards
Clarissa.  She was in a terrible mood since she arrived that morning, glared at
everyone, even shouted at the poor porter earlier for not moving his cart out
of the elevator quickly enough.
    She frowned and worried
her inner cheek with her teeth. Did Trace do something to her last night … did
they have a fight? She shook her head. No, it could not be, they were not even
a couple.  She sighed, stood up and swiftly prepared a tray with hot tea and
biscuits, and briskly walked with her load into Clarissa’s office.
    “I am sure you could do
with a nice hot cup of tea by now. You have been murdering your keyboard
non-stop for the past hour!” 
    Clarissa barely looked
up, mumbled something and continued typing on her keyboard.  Bette cleared her
throat:  “I said …”
    “I heard what you said,
Babbette!  Just leave it there.”  Bette flinched as if slapped.  No one ever
called her by her given name. It was just not done.  The hurt she felt at
Clarissa shouting at her sounded in her voice. 
    “Well, you don’t have
to bite my …”
    “Then leave me be! 
Can’t you see I am busy?”   Clarissa looked up and glared at Bette irritably
and then the guilt struck her as she noticed the younger woman’s expression,
tears glistening in her eyes.
    “Oh my … I am sorry,
Bette … I…”
    She stood up, but Bette
ran out of her office before she could round her desk, quickly skirting past
the man quietly standing in the door.
    Clarissa met Raymond’s
eyes and a shuttered look filled hers.  She rubbed her neck, turned around and
stood staring out the window.
    “What … haven’t you
drawn enough blood this morning?  Are you back for more?”
    Raymond slowly walked
into the office, closing the door behind him.  Remorse for being the cause of
Bette’s treatment filled his mind.  He sighed and pushed his hands deep in his
pockets to keep them