"I can't freaking believe he got one over me again!"
Having coming back to my senses, I slammed my fist into the table. The muffled thud did nothing to relieve the throbbing itch settled between my thighs.
Unable to bear the cold air against my skin a second longer, I rolled off the massage table on shaky legs, snatched the dropped linen sheet from the floor, and wrapped it around myself. I stormed over to the bed, threw myself face-down onto the plush mattress, and grabbed the silk sheets, twisting them into tight knots until my knuckles turned white.
"I'm going to strangle the hell out of him," I growled into the pillows, kicking my feet against the mattress in frustration. "I'm going to murder him in his sleep, toss his body into the southern river, and take his pack for myself."
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