After I clicked the phone off, I stuffed it into my purse, sat on the toilet, and pressed my thighs together, the ache still lingering between them. Poison was going to totally flip out on me later, but … I couldn’t video-chat them while there were other people in the restroom with me.
Especially if it was Mom.
I shoved two fingers between my legs and rubbed my clit because the pressure was building already. Biting down on my lower lip, I furrowed my brows and looked under the stall, waiting to see Mom’s heels. And in less than a moment, I’d hear her ask what was taking me so long.
Instead, the main door shut and locked again, and that was when I saw it.
Three pairs of men’s shoes.
Breath hitching, I stared with wide eyes at the floor and tried to keep quiet.
They shuffled around the
