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I kiss Natasha goodbye and make my way down the old creaking wooden stairs in the dark—lighting is another thing I plan to fix.
In my rush to meet Jesse, my skirt hem snags on a protruding nail, causing me to trip. The skirt remains on the third stair, while my body continues its descent. I recover around the sixth stair, where my brain finally signals my arms to grab the handrail. The material is bunched around my waist, exposing my white cotton briefs.
“Thank god no one saw that,” I mutter to no one, wincing at the pain in my lower back.
I wiggle my ankles and toes, which are fine. Good, nothing broken. Fortunately, Jesse is outside the front of the building and didn’t witness this mess.
Carefully I pull myself to standing using the handrail, my skirt still hitched up around my waist, still snagged on the third stair.
And right then, the staircase is flooded with light from the alleyway as the metal door opens.
There’s my date, looking horrified, confused, and ashen. The date has barely begun, and I’m flashing my granny panties.
No doubt, Jesse is realizing what a terrible idea this was.
ChapterNine
Jesse
God almighty. Mariam even falls down cutely.
“What the hell happened?”
I do my best to avoid staring at her panties as I help her steady herself while her skirt looks like it’s being eaten by the stairs.
“There’s an old nailhead sticking out, and it got me,” she answers, her face red as a beet.
She tugs the fabric down so hard in her desire to cover up that I hear the fabric tearing.
“Wait, hold on, don’t ruin your skirt,” I tell her, bounding up to the third stair and carefully, carefully extricating the soft, flimsy fabric from the jagged nail.
“Someone needs to fix that; it’s hazardous,” I say.
Mariam shrugs. “Out of state owner. It’s a bear trying to get anything done upstairs or at the bakery. As soon as I buy the building, though, I’m taking a sledgehammer to these old stairs,” she jokes. “They’re too steep anyway.”
I take both her hands and lift her arms, checking her over. “Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride,” she says with a winning smile.
“Mariam. You could have really been hurt.”
Mariam twists to the side, her skirt twirling on the stairs. “My tailbone hurts now that I’m thinking of it.”
“Do you want to stay home? Put some ice on it?”
She scoffs. “Nah. I don’t want to ruin our date.”
I blink up at her and smile. “I’m fine with a date on the sofa. I can show you how to do a coccyx massage.”
Mariam’s eyes go wide. “Sir, I told you we’re not having sex on this date. I’m certainly not going to be massaging your….” She motions in a circle in the vicinity of my genitals. What the hell does she think I meant?
“Oh shit. No, not my… not that. Your tailbone. Coccyx,” I explain.
“Oh, thank god,” she exclaims.
And then we’re both laughing, and I sincerely hope she’s no longer embarrassed by the tumble she took.
Although if she does that again, and I get another accidental look at her granny panties, I might have to leave early to give myself the other kind of massage.
