Chapter 89

When we reached the bathroom, I ducked inside and closed myself inside one of the cubicles. Now what?

I waited there, going ahead and using the toilet since I was already inside a stall. The water had barely gone down after flushing when someone knocked on the cubicle. I frowned.

“Occupied,” I said.

“Not for long,” Charles whispered.

I threw open the door with a gasp and a smile. “How did you get in here?” I asked.

Charles shook his head. “No time.”

He drew me into the main area of the bathroom, then squeezed the two of us inside what I thought was a closet just as the exterior door opened, and Agent Woolworth called inside.

“Are you just about done before?”

I couldn’t figure out what Charles was doing. He opened a vent near the floor and pointed me inside. I climbed down the access stairs.

“Are we seriously going into the sewer?” I whispered.

He shook his head and closed the grate behind us. Above us, the sound of a metal door clanking open and then shouts echoed.

“Hurry,” he whispered.

He pushed me through a set of corridors made entirely of concrete. We must have entered maintenance access corridors. How brilliant! I wondered how he’d known these were even down here. I hurried along this shaft after Charles.

Several times, he pressed us against the cement when we heard a noise. But never did Agents Woolworth or Tang come after us. They must not have known about the access to these maintenance corridors.

When we emerged from the maintenance tunnels, we exited on the backside of tall buildings. Somehow, we’d made it all the way into the center of the business district.

Not too far away on the street, men in suits and ties and ladies in smart skirts and jackets clicked up and down the street in their dress shoes, all carrying briefcases and looking like they had places to be.

Charles carefully shut the door behind us, and it locked in place with a click. I let out a huge sigh.

“We’re finally free.”

He chuckled. “About damn time.”

I spun and caught him in a hug, kissing him deeply. He let out a moan of longing, and all of the pent-up lust from that morning came rushing back. The kissing turned rather frantic, and we ran our hands over one another.

I knew we were just out of sight, so we weren’t making a spectacle of ourselves. And there was something about the naughtiness, the danger, that left me nearly as breathless as his kisses. In one swift motion, he’d swept the front of my skirt up between us and slid his hand inside my panties.

I took a wider stance, inviting him to touch. Between our bodies, his cock throbbed, stiff and ready. How far would I let this go? Public fondling was not something I would ever have considered doing. But as his fingers pressed inside my folds, searching for my opening, I didn’t stop it. Clearly, I was going to let any and everything happen right here in the alleyway.

I reached between us, fumbling for his zipper. I’d just started to slide the metal down when a door further down the alley cracked open. Charles pulled back, dropping my skirt and slipping his arm around my waist.

Arm around me, he drew me out toward the daylit sidewalk. A couple of workers emerged from the doorway, lighting up cigarettes to take a smoke break. So much for having a tryst in the alleyway. Our secret hiding spot was gone, but clearly, a new idea had occurred to Charles.

“We have to find a place to finish that,” he said breathlessly. “We keep getting interrupted, and I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“I feel the same,” I gasped out, a hot flush lingering on my neck and cheeks.

When we joined the people on the sidewalk, I felt like we stuck out more than just our casual clothes amongst the business clothing. It felt like everybody could see what we had been doing in the alleyway and knew what we were looking for a place to finish. But that was ridiculous.

Besides, their opinion didn’t matter. Just like in the alley while he was fingering me, I knew that I wouldn’t stop this crazy little planet.

“Should we check into a hotel,” I suggested, eager to help find a location to finish our business together.

Charles shook his head. “If we use the city credit card, they’ll be able to find us. So, we’re not going to be able to do anything involving money except the little bit of cash that I have. And if you want lunch, then we can’t use that for a hotel. If I use mine, they’ll be able to find us with that, too.”

“You really think they can track us that fast,” I gasped out, breathless from trying to keep up with his brutal pace down the sidewalk.

He nodded. “It’s the government. They can do a lot. And I intend to enjoy myself before we go back into protective custody.”

To my shock, Charles turned out to be much smoother about misbehaving in public than I thought. We’d only gone a block or two outside the business district when he found an upscale clothing shop. He ushered me inside and looked imperiously at the employees.

“We’re new in town,” he told one of the young ladies working in the shop, alpha authority rolling off his lips with his words.

“All of our things haven’t arrived,” he continued. “My love needs a change of clothes for dinner tonight. What do you have for her?”

The woman scurried away and, a few moments later, was joined by two others. In no time, they brought a full rack out for us to peruse.Charles looked the hanging clothing over as if he were bored. “We’ll try them all,” he declared.

“Would you like coffee while you wait, Sir?” one of the women asked.

I couldn’t see how this was going to play out in our favor, but at that moment, a very wealthy-looking woman wearing a gauzy dress and walking a fluffy Pomeranian entered. Two of the girls detached from us and greeted the woman.

“Williamina Parks,” they said. “Welcome back. Would you like your usual?”

“Absolutely, and my dear little Maryanne is famished. What snacks can you arrange?”

The woman who was left with us shot us a look. “Apologies. Williamina parks is one of our biggest clients. I’m sorry to have to divide our attention. Will you be all right doing this by yourself while we get her set up?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Charles said.

The saleswoman let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you for understanding. I’ll set this up the rest of the way before I leave.”

She wheeled the rack back into the dressing room area and left it outside one of the stalls. Charles waited for her to leave and then stepped inside the cubicle, beckoning me with him.

He grabbed a couple of the dresses off the rack, making sure there was a conspicuous gap in the garments so that if anybody checked on us, it would be obvious that we were actually trying something on. Then he shut the door behind the two of us.