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I waited for a few seconds, but Melanie didn’t make a move to stand aside. “You mind if I exit the bathroom now?” I asked.
“Of course.” She backed up and stared at the floor, fidgeting the whole time. She was flustered. It actually made her look even sweeter, and once again I regretted behaving like a jerk.
After I fished around in my back pocket for my car keys, I gestured to the far side of the dining room, which was still littered with glass and blood. “Please don’t worry about the mess,” I told her. “I’ll take care of it later.”
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
“Yeah.” I held up my wounded hand and wiggled my fingers. “Tetanus and stitches, remember?”
“Well, how are you going to drive there?”
“By turning on the ignition and pressing the gas.”
“Dominic,” she said, that know-it-all tone back in her voice. “You shouldn’t try to drive when your dominant hand is unusable.”
“My what hand?”
“Dom-i-nant.” She enunciated each syllable like she was speaking to a toddler. “The hand you use for everything.”
I looked down at my bleeding right hand. Then I lifted my other hand and held it three inches from her face. “I’m actually left-handed. And I’m going now. Alone. Just me and my dominant and nondominant hands. I’m sure you can find some work to do here. Sorting through all those boxes of invoices and shit is probably a three-day job by itself.”
She was frowning. “But—”
“Melanie,” I hissed, exasperated. “Stay here! Work.”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond, but I was sure she muttered the word asshole as the door to Espo 2 swung closed behind me. That was fine. Given this morning’s weird turn of events, it was better that she was cussing me out under her breath than getting close enough to tempt me into having dirty thoughts.
I stalked over to the parking garage, welcoming the punishing heat that bore down on my head. It wasn’t even midmorning and the temperature had to be over a hundred. Plus there was the asphalt effect that always made city heat so much worse than anything else. It was like living on a giant stove top.
I fumbled with the keys, my hand actively throbbing now. Yet I welcomed the pain. It helped distract me from the thing that had happened a few minutes ago in that brief melee outside the bathroom. In all the commotion of sprawling limbs, there’d been an accident. Somehow my left hand, my dominant hand, wound up cupping a shapely breast as I tried to stop its owner from face-planting on the shiny new tile. It was only for a brief second. Maybe Melanie hadn’t even noticed. Or maybe I’d imagined a shoulder into something more erotic. The only reason I was all bent out of shape about it now was because I’d already been guilty of fantasizing about how that girl’s body would feel in my hands. Now I knew, in a way.
She felt pretty fucking good.
