How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 18: Under The Radar

Thankfully, for the both of them...it wasn't Eric.

"Christian!" Jason shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "Are you in here?"

"Shit," Christian mouthed, his gaze darting back to Amy. He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "Keep quiet. Maybe he'll go away."

She gently nodded her head, pressing her lips together and attempting to hold her breath, trying as she might to keep from blowing their cover. Christian lowered his head, pressing his nose and mouth into her shoulder, attempted to muffle his own breaths. Amy trembled beneath his lips, at the feel of his breath rushing in and out of the sheer fabric of her dress, both cooling and warming her skin. She gingerly pulled her hands away from the edges of the stall, slipping them around Christian's neck.

Both of them listened to the sound of Jason's footsteps moving rapidly across the floor, stopping about a foot in front of the stall that the two of them were occupying.

Amy's heart pounded but she and Christian didn't move a muscle. Fortunately, their breaths were much slower and quieter than they'd been a moment ago.

"Come on, come on..." Christian murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

There was a small squeak against the floor then the footsteps started again.

The door on the stall beside them opened and Jason slipped inside, engaging the lock behind him. Just when Amy thought she and Christian were in for a rather unpleasant experience, there was a grunt, followed by another squeak.

Suddenly and much to her horror, Jason's head appeared above the stall.

The handsome man looked just as shocked to see her as she did him. He blinked a few times, his brows stitching inquisitively. "What the hell? Amy? Christian?" Christian quickly turned his head to gape at his brother. "What the fuck are you two doing in here?"

Christian's hand fell away from her mouth as he sneered a response. "What the fuck does it look like?"

"Ohhh...shit!" Jason brought his fist to his mouth. "Eric is going to be so pissed when he sees this."

Amy shook her head. "No, no, no, no! Please!"

"Jason!" Christian growled, baring his teeth, his eyes darkening with an icy cold vexation. "So help me god, if you say one word to him about this, I'll kill you. Not only that, but I'll ruin any chance you ever have at finding another submissive."

Amy blinked back her surprise. She had to admire Christian's idea of blackmail. It might seem a little harsh but it was pretty damn good.

Jason held his hands up in defense. "Whoa! Down boy. Look, I won't tell, alright? I just came to check on you two. The rest of us wanted see what was taking you so long. I guess..." He tossed a hand in the air and smirked, "now I know."

Christian heaved a deep and irritable sigh. "You saw nothing, brother. Got it? Not a damn thing."

"Got it. You two better hurry back to the table. Eric is about to shit a brick. If he knows you're with his sub, he'll hunt you down and break your neck."

Amy cringed. She wouldn't doubt that.

"I'd like to see him try," Christian snarled, his voice deep and chilling, causing even her to shiver in fear.

"Oh please. We both know you'd win that fight, hands down, which is why I'll be placing all my bets on you." Jason grinned.

Amy snickered. She wouldn't doubt that one either.

"Thank you for the support, brother. Now get out."

Jason rolled his eyes dramatically. "Don't worry, I'm going." He waved his hand at them. "Please, don't stop on my account. Carry on." Turning away from them, he disappeared behind the wall of the stall, getting off the toilet with yet another grunt and a squeak of the porcelain.