Her body was soft, and warm, and as she shifted her pretty bottom nestled against the bulge in my denims.

“Do you want to leave, Mouse?” I asked in a low voice, my lips brushing her ear. She shivered, but when she turned to me, her blue eyes had gone icy and narrow with suspicion.

“I don’t know … do I want to leave?”

“I … what is that supposed to mean?”

She rolled her eyes, standing with gusto, her orange dress flipping up a little, flashing me her creamy thighs. I took a steadying breath.

“I’m using the restroom.” She bounced away a few steps until she was out of her brother’s line of sight, then threw me a piercing look, jerking her head as if she wanted me to follow her.

To the restroom.

I glanced at her brother, who watched me with unmasked distrust, forking another mouthful of his vile breakfast into his mouth. Then back to her, beckoning me with an impatient hand now.

With a sigh, I stood, surreptitiously adjusting my trousers as I feigned brushing off non-existent lint. “Well, as coincidence would have it, I, too, need to partake of the facilities.”

Her brother’s expression told me he believed he knew exactly what I was doing. “Don’t you dare hurt her,” he warned.

My chest ached, but I leaned down until I was eye-to-eye with him. “I believe you’ve already done enough of that today. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Before he had a chance to rebut, I strode off, following Jemma’s swinging orange skirt towards a darkened corridor with a picture showing very crude male and female symbols. I wondered if that was more of Ratty-Man’s art.

“What exactly is happening, Boss?” Bub asked.

“I am as in the dark as you are. Now, make yourselves useful, and go and hunt down that rat-like male who insulted her.”

“And bite his throat out?” Beezle squealed, his little tail thrashing against my neck in his excitement.

“No, you murderous mouse! I want you to investigate. Scuttle off and listen to his conversations. I’m especially interested in what he has to say to that female who served the food.”

“On it, Boss!” they chorused, sneaking down my back and scurrying away. I ran a hand through my hair (it felt very odd not to butt up against horns when I did this) and strode up to the door with the same male and female sign painted on.

This was very, very wrong.

15. Sordid Bathroom Romps

Chapter 15

Sordid Bathroom Romps

SJ

“Mouse?” I murmured, pushing the door tentatively open. My chest thudded strangely.

“Hurry up and get inside!” she hissed. “And lock the door behind you!”

“Bloody bossy female,” I muttered, but nevertheless complied. When the latch was safely keeping the other humans out, I turned to her, where she leaned against the wall next to the white lavatory.