Page 42 of Off-Limits
“I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Dottie.”
Shut up, Damon.
“Hmm?”
“Could you try and keep it down a little tonight?”
“Fuck you.”
I chuckle but keep my head down, pretending I’m interested in the paperwork in front of me, and not the feisty vixen in front of me. When I hear the telltale signs of her walking away and then the door slamming, I lean back in the chair, scolding myself for continuing to rile her up.
It’s not helping anyone, but when she snapped at me, something came over me. Sighing, I gather the paperwork together and head to my room.
I doubt Dottie will come out of Arrie’s room, so after I put the documents away for tomorrow, I head into the kitchen to grab the small platter I made earlier and a hair of the dog that bit me in the form of a beer, and take it all into the lounge room to watch some Dexter Original Sin.
Halfway through the second episode and three beers later, I hear a door creak before footsteps follow. I throw a piece of jalapeno and cheese kabana in my mouth and take a healthy swig of my beer.
“Do you think drinking is wise,Uncle Damon?”
“Can I help you, Little Dottie?”
“Would you stop calling me that, for fuck’s sake?”
I hide my grin with a sip of my beer.
It’s quiet for a few minutes and I trick myself into believing she’s left.
“Is this Original Sin?”
“If you mean Dexter’s Original Sin, then yes.”
“I fucking love Michael C Hall.”
“You do?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the screen.
“Yep. I always wondered if there was something wrong with me for finding Dexter hot.”
I spit my drink out.
“What?” I choke, looking up at her and finding her in my fucking shirt again.
She shrugs. “Mind if I watch?”
I motion for her to take a seat, and she complies.
“Beer?”
“I’ll grab one.”
“Sit down. I’m getting one for myself anyway.”
Dottie sits down and folds her legs under her ass while I trynot to look. Stomping to the kitchen, I grab two beers and catch my breath. It’s as if last night didn’t happen, as if she didn’t poke the damn bear at all.
It unnerves me.
I have to keep my shit together. I walk back to the lounge and offer the beer to her. Peering up, she offers me a small smile before taking it. Our fingers brush lightly, and a zap of electricity moves through me.
