Dominic’s naked form is somewhat hidden by the steam building behind the glass, but I can see enough. And the view is mine alone. No one else’s. “Here’s your fucking towel,” I snap, then throw the whole toaster over the top of the glass wall. I make sure I don’t hit him because I don’t want to actually crack his head open, but the sound of metal meeting marble is satisfying as hell. “What the—” Dom jumps away from the noise. I turn and leave. Message delivered.
