Summary
I ran into a pervert in the lab building. Panicked and with nowhere else to go, I bolted into the men’s restroom.
Spotting someone inside, I lunged forward and clung to him like a drowning person grabbing a life raft.
“Could you… at least let me finish?”
A deep voice vibrated through the air, snapping my soul back into my body in an instant.
“I’m so sorry.” My heart was pounding against my ribs as I scrambled to let go. “There’s… there’s a pervert outside.”
“A pervert? Male… or female?” His gaze drifted down toward me.
Something was wrong…
“It’s not me! I’m not the one!” I waved my hands frantically, my voice growing smaller and smaller. “You have to believe me…”
God, help me. I’m not some person with a weird fetish who breaks into men’s restrooms!