I throw myself between the girls as Cait lunges at Cilla. I catch her right hand as she swings and push Cilla back with my arm. “Get out of here!”
Still topless, Cilla yelps, vaults over the massage table, and races out the door into the hall.
“b***h!” Cait screams like a harpy. “I’ll get you, b***h! I’ll get you!”
This is a nightmare.
I wrap my hands around Cait’s slender body as she writhes like a bucking bronco. Forget angry bulls, just have a cowboy try and ride her. They wouldn’t make it ten seconds.
My heart sinks as I watch Cilla vanish down the hall, practically running for her life. I’m f*****g furious. How did Cait even get in here?
“b***h!”
“Calm down!” I bark as loud as I can. I shake her, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. She twists her head and
