"Snap out of it," she ordered herself grimly, but it wasn't easy. He was sooo hot, and man, she'd never experienced sex like that, hadn't even imagined it was possible. Unfortunately, her Catholic upbringing was warring with the woman she'd grown into, an independent female cop who had no qualms about going after what she wanted. It was all leaving Sarita an extremely confused woman. One part of her brain was telling her she had been very naughty and should head to the nearest priest for confession. The other part was suggesting if she was going to have to do penance anyway, she really should find Domitian and jump him again.
Dear God, she'd really done that! Sarita shook her head at her reflection with dismay. After her grand lecture to him that there would be no kissy, kissy, gropey, gropey and no sexo, she'd gone ahead and started it herself! She'd kissed him.
Oh, the shame! Oh, the humiliation! Oh . . . she wanted to do it again.
Opening her eyes, Sarita met her gaze in the reflection above and said solemnly, "You are obviously a very confused woman."
And God, what a mess she was, Sarita thought as she noted the dried blood everywhere. It was on her face, her chest, her hands, legs, and feet. And her nightgown? That was a tangle around her waist leaving everything else bare.
She looked like a two-bit whore whose last John had been a slasher.
"Ugh," Sarita said with disgust and forced herself from the bed. She needed a shower and a good stiff drink. Alternately, she needed a shower and a good stiff Domitian, she thought. And then she shook her head.
"You are incorrigible, Sarita Reyes," she muttered to herself as she headed into the bathroom. "Your father is up there somewhere in heaven, his head hung low with disappointment and shame, and all you can think about is . . ."
Sarita stopped talking to herself as she reached the shower and quickly turned on the taps. But her thoughts didn't stop there, because all she was thinking about as she fetched a towel, shampoo, and soap was just how mind-blowing and hot sex with Domitian had been.
Dressler had said life mate sex was like no other and she couldn't agree more. He'd also said it was overwhelming and stuff, and he hadn't been kidding. If what she had experienced was all due to those nanos he'd mentioned, then damn! They were one fine invention and she was all for them, Sarita thought as she stripped off the ruined nightgown and robe and stepped into the shower to begin shampooing her hair.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, thoughts of Dressler were enough to dampen her wayward desires and Sarita's mind turned instead to what El Doctor wanted as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Why had he put her there with Domitian? Sarita wondered as she began quickly scrubbing the soap over her body, removing the dried blood.
In the letter he'd said he hoped to learn a lot from her stay here. What exactly was it he hoped to learn? He'd already known about life mate sex, so that wasn't it. Unless he had cameras here and hoped to see it for himself.
Sarita stiffened at that thought, and then raised her head and turned in the shower. She spotted one almost at once. It was in the corner of the shower, recessed in the wall, but a tiny lens was just visible if you were looking for it.
Resisting the urge to cover her private bits, Sarita lowered her head, turned her back to the corner, and then stepped under the spray to rinse off. The moment she'd finished, though, she turned off the water and grabbed the towel she'd collected. Rather than dry herself with it, she simply wrapped it around herself toga-style.
Sarita glanced around the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower, spotting three more camera lenses as she did. There was one in each of the other three corners of the room.
"Nice," she hissed under her breath.
Pretending not to have seen them, Sarita walked over and snatched up a hand towel off the rack to dry her hair as much as possible, then ran a quick brush through it before slipping out of the room.
A stop in the closet proved that it wasn't magic and hadn't suddenly produced real clothes for her. Heaving a resigned sigh, she went through what was available and chose a short, red-and-black lace-and-satin nightgown that at least had substance to its very short skirt.
"And that's all it has," Sarita grumbled once she had it on and saw that the lace top showed as much as it hid. She could clearly see the outline of her breasts, but at least a couple of strategically placed lace flowers mostly hid her nipples. Shaking her head, she didn't bother with shoes, but hurried out of the bedroom in search of Domitian.
A search of the living room, dining room, and kitchen did not turn up Domitian. Though, she did spot more cameras, four in every room. She should have checked the bedroom too, but now supposed she needn't bother. If the bathroom wasn't sacred, the bedroom definitely wouldn't be.