An Accident

At midnight, I woke up from a bad dream feeling very thirsty. For the first time since I arrived on Jordan's private island, I fell asleep early. But then, it only gave more time for me to have a horrible dream. It was a restless sleep.

I had been dreaming of drowning. In the dream, I was running away from Jordan. I had gone down into his 'off-limits' shed, and there underground, I found the lifeless bodies of over a hundred women. The room suddenly began to spin, and I turned around to find Jordan standing behind me. He tried to grab me, but I ran away from him. He chased me all over the island until I had nowhere else to run to. I was standing by the sea, and Jordan was running after me, brimming with anger. I had no other choice than to dive into the water, even though I had no idea how to swim through the deep waters. Jordan stopped chasing me, and stood at the banks of the water, calling out to me.

"Come out of the water June! I am not going to hurt you!" He said.

But I didn't listen to him, I just kept wading farther and farther into the water. Suddenly, a storm hit the waters, so that I couldn't keep my self afloat in the water anymore, and I began to drown. I called out to Jordan for help, but he wasn't there anymore. I kept sinking deep and deeper into the water, until I suddenly jerked up out of the dream.

I stayed in bed for a moment, panting and sweating all over, trying to recover from the dream. My throat felt so dry, as if I had really consumed salt water.

I couldn't handle the thirst anymore, but when I reached out for the bottle of water ma Nana had left by my bed earlier, I remembered I had finished it earlier on before I went to bed. I groaned in frustration as I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed to go down to the kitchen for water.

As I entered the hallway, I met a dead silence. I had to walk past Jordan's door before I could go downstairs, and my flip flops were making too much sound against the ground. I didn't want to take any chances and wake Jordan up. The last thing I needed was to run into Jordan after the horrible dream I just had about him. So, I stealthily slipped out of my flipflops and left them by the door, while I continued downstairs, tiptoeing.

I hadn't been to the kitchen since ma Nana's tour. Infact, I had not been downstairs since that day. So it felt really strange as I approached the kitchen. For some reason, I felt like the unfriendly kitchen lady, Dimitra, would jump out of the kitchen at any moment and yell at me to get away from her kitchen.

The lights were turned off when I entered the kitchen, and I didn't turn it on. I could already see the fridge by the aid of the light in the hallway, and although the rest of the kitchen was covered in shadows, I didn't want to turn the lights on and risk announcing my presence in the kitchen to whoever might be awake.

I opened the fridge, poured a glass full of cold water and downed it all in one sip. It felt so relieving, and I felt my energy returning. I sighed in relief, then I poured another glass of water, closed the fridge and asked I was lifting the cup to my lips, I suddenly heard someone speak out of the shadows.

"Were you exercising at midnight?"

It was Jordan's voice, and it had me so startled that I immediately dropped the glass and it shattered allover the floor around me. I gasped and held my chest. I heard Jordan mutter something in greek from the shadows, and the next moment, the lights came on.

"Do you have no control over your hands?" He howled, glaring at me as he began to walk towards me.

"You shouldn't have startled me like that! Do you not know better?" I fired back at him, and as he drew closer, I began to back away, forgetting that I was barefooted and there were shards of broken glass all around me. I was immediately reminded by the sharp pain of glass piercing my foot. I instantly cried out in pain and bent over.

Jordan let out a string of curses in his language again.

"Do not move!" He barked at me, and the next moment he was right beside me. "God! Look at this! What fool comes down to the kitchen without shoes on? Do you really have no sense at all?" He said, as he began to put his hands around me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to fight his arms away.

"Stay still, I said!" He barked at me. "Do you not see that there are broken glasses everywhere? Do you intend to walk on them barefooted?" He asked me, as he put his arms around me again and began to lift me. I tried to fight again, but he ignored my frail attempt and carried me into his arms.

"I have to clean that up." I said, in another frail attack to escape, but Jordan was not having it.

"The ladies will clean it when they come in the morning." He said.

"But, how will they know that..." I began to say again.

"Let it be June. It's their job, let them do it. Do you want to hurt your fingers too?" Jordan insisted, and I remained silent.

I laid still in Jordan's arms as he carried me up the stairs. I didn't look up at his face, and definitely not his body! My eyes fell on everything else, but not on the man carrying me in his arms. Jordan was wearing nothing but his pajama pants, and he was naked from the waist up. I was wearing a flimsy night gown. A small, one piece, see through silk nightie that showed all of my upper arms and most of my chest. As Jordan carried me in his arms, the hem of the nightdress pulled all the way back, revealing my legs up to the very intricate parts of my thighs. I immediately regretted my rash decision of not throwing a robe over the nightdress before coming downstairs. And I definitely regretted leaving my flipflops behind.

My body felt so sensitive as it pressed against Jordan's. I tried to ignore the feeling of his solid biceps and finely carved, provocatively flat abdomen, pressing against my arms and side. I felt a slow fire begin to ignite in the places where his body touched mine. I tried to ignore it, but it was all I could think of. My breath was catching in my chest, and my entire body trembled. I prayed that Jordan would not notice, or even if he did, I hoped he would think that I was shaking from the pain of the cut on my foot.

I looked up to check if Jordan was even paying any attention to me. He was.

Jordan's eyes were trained on my chest, my breast in fact. And when I looked down, my very expressive nipples were as hard as two pebbles. My breasts were showing everything I felt.

Jordan looked up into my face with a darkness in his eyes, and his teeth clenched. I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

I tried to turn on my side and hide my rebelling parts, but that was an even more horrible idea. My breasts brushed against Jordan's chest, and his hands tightened against me as I heard him take a sharp breath and let out a small groan, low in his neck.

"God! June, can't you stay still?" He bit out. It sounded like a plea.