Suzy was in hell. Every fiber of her being screamed for the ground to open and swallow her whole, but even in her mortification, she recoiled from the thought of being buried with the soiled toilet. She was a literal, unholy mess.
A muffled, strangled cry of pure, agonizing embarrassment escaped her. He was still there. She knew he'd heard. And tragically, he was her only hope.
"I… I know you've seen my worst… but…" She took a shuddering breath, raw shame evident in every syllable. "Could you… get me Wilson…?" She shook her head. "A-Aurora… can you—?"
Gavin's gaze flickered to the stall door, a flash of raw annoyance mixed with incredulous disbelief. "Do I look like your servant?" he snarled, his voice sharp and utterly fed up.
"My… my clothes," she whimpered, the sound muffled by the door, a fresh wave of panic rising. "I have… n-nothingggg…."
