TIMOFEY
The knock on the bathroom door sends Piper shooting off like a firework.
She knocks against the stall door behind her. It swings open, and the only reason she doesn't tumble into the toilet is because I grab her hand and reel her back against my chest.
"Hello?" a male voice from the hallway calls. "Is anyone there? The door isn't supposed to be locked."
"Wait," I ordered him.
I'm going to need at least a second, maybe several, to get rid of my raging hard-on. Based on the way Piper is looking at me, horrified and filled with shame, I assume sex is off the table.
There's a pause. "This is a women's restroom, sir. If you don't come out, I'll have no choice but to—"
Frustrated in several ways, I reach back to flick the bolt and yank the door open.
The middle-aged manager barely reaches my elbow, but he's high on power. "Please retake your seats or I'll have to ask you both to leave."
"I had no clue using the bathroom was a crime," I drawl.
