Dominic's POV
Nso she wore fitted black pants, a pressed white shirt, and an oversized blazer that screamed androgynous chic.
Her long hair, normally flowing free, was pulled back in a sleek low ponytail.
From where I stood, her porcelain skin, defined jawline, and graceful neck created a look that was both breathtaking and intimidating.
When my eyes found her, Amara spotted me too but acted like I didn't exist, making a beeline for the ladies' room.
Quentin caught sight of her and I could see trouble brewing in his expression.
Before he could open his mouth, I was already adjusting my cuffs with deadly focus. "Restroom break. Head back without me."
Quentin's eye roll told me exactly what he thought of that excuse.
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Amara stepped into the restroom, sliding in a Bluetooth earpiece as she took the call, running water over her hands.
