“Come, let’s hurry then,” he responded, ushering her forward and sharing his umbrella. “We need to make this fast before everyone else gets in.”
Inside a new conference room turned lab space, everything was almost the same as their Cancunsetup. The room was a different size with different flooring, but the equipment was all the same, and, most importantly, the laser had been set up.
“That was fast,” she mentioned to her mentor.
“I may have pushed them to get things set up as quickly as possible because I wanted to run some calibrations on the equipment.”
She knew all of this was a risk, and her career would take a dramatic turn afterward. Sasha appreciated Dr. Cutchin sticking his neck out because this would have all been a lot harder to pull off without him. “Thank you,” she said. “I…might have to go to the authorities after this or to the press. I thought about everything on the trip over here, and… I can’t do this anymore. I just wanted to give you a heads-up.” Maybe it was a mistake to tell him any of this, but she had respected him too long not to.
She half expected him to yell, kick her out, or at least look disappointed with her confession. There was a big chance he’d change his mind about helping her and call the authorities to have her escorted from the premises or arrested. But she’d always been honest and upfront with him and couldn’t stop now. It surprised her when he only mulled over her words in silence before nodding his head, his shoulders dropping in resignation. “I understand. We all have to do what we need to do to sleep at night. Now where are they?”
She unbuttoned the top of her shirt and pulled out the plastic pill bottle stashed in the center of her bra between her cleavage, the safest place she could think of, holding the container up like a prize. “Here.”
Chapter 28
Trey
Traveling by cleavage might sound like a dream to some people, but it wasn’t anything he’d want to do again. For one, it was dark, so he could have just as well been traveling inside someone’s ass and he wouldn’t have known the difference.
And the trip inside the plastic pill bottle was way too long, felt stifling, and was uncomfortable. Sure the cotton provided some cushion, but it wasn’t like being in first class…or even economy. All he could do was awkwardly sit, resting his back against the bottle’s wall. Every jar of movement agitated the pain in his shoulder.
This didn’t stop him from reaching for his wife, encouraging her to sit between his legs with her back resting against his chest. If it weren’t for his injuries, he would have used this opportunity to seduce her, because he hadn’t come close to fulfilling his new bucket list of weird places to have sex with his wife. But, thanks to Buddy, it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Also, their rescuer would probably not appreciate people having sex between her boobs. Fortunately,Trey could be content while holding his wife. He alternated between playing with her hair and stroking one of her arms with his uninjured hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Mm-hmm. But it’s hot, and I’m thirsty, and I really want a long bath.” She didn’t push him away, though, relaxing against him. “How are you doing?”
He brushed a light kiss on her temple. “Hanging in there. I think the pain reliever is starting to wear off.”
“And here I thought traveling inside a woman’s boobage would be enough to make you forget about the pain.”
“Babe, if I’m going to be excited about being in anyone’s boobage, it’s going to be yours.”
She released a light chuckle. “Good answer.”
“There’s no way I’m risking going back in the doghouse, not when there’s nowhere for me to escape if you decide to finish me off.”
“So your answer is fear-based?” she asked.
“Hell, yeah. I saw what you were going to do to that crab, and he was the size of a monster truck.”
“That’s just me doing anything to protect my man.”
“Yeah, and I want to stay your man. Don’t forget, as soon as we get fixed up, we’re spending a week in bed with pizza. I’m going to live in your boobage and maybe visit a few other wonderful areas of your anatomy.”
She hummed her approval at this plan.
Bright light tinged in orange pierced theirspace. He squinted and blinked against it. As oppressive as the pill bottle was, the dark was weirdly comforting, and the light made him feel exposed.
With the lid removed, fresh, cool air made its way into his lungs. It was wonderful to finally breathe, but also horrible because taking deep breaths hurt his shoulder.
Sasha’s voice echoed inside the plastic chamber of the bottle, telling them they had arrived and the equipment was ready to go. When the bottle was placed on a platform, they got to their feet, bracing against the sides as the bottle tipped over, allowing them to walk onto the booth’s floor.
They emerged with his uninjured arm wrapped around Cat’s shoulder and hers at his waist, each supporting the other. The pill bottle was removed by a hand. Their environment was eerily familiar but more like a past dream than something experienced yesterday. Did time move slower when a person was extremely tiny? The strangeWhat happens in Cancunbanner remained stuck to one of the walls.
They certainly didn’t look the same as the last time they’d been inside the booth. His T-shirt had been shredded to pieces, so it was gone, leaving him bare-chested except for the bandage around his shoulder. His shorts were badly stained and ripped. He had no shoes, his hair felt dirty, and he was injured. His wife was also filthy, hair wild around her head, and she wore only the beautiful warrior bikini. She was still the most amazing person he had ever known.
“You think this is going to work?” Catalinaasked.
