Page 17 of Saved By the Servali

Instantly, the tall opaque walls of the shower slid down, folded at the top, and created a large rectangular tub. The shower’s spout still remained high up on the wall, but a second spout lower down began to gush out hot water at the touch of another button.

“Foaming fur wash?” he asked, setting her down, his paw hovering over another button.

“Um. I don’t have fur.”I probably have a whole lot of bushy-ness going on. Man, why didn’t I shave my legs—or anything else—before going to work that day?

Because you didn’t know you’d get sucked into outer space, Ness. Not like Servali women are hairless. He’s covered in fur.

“Layla and Wendy say it’s like the fancy body wash that humans soak in? Bubble bath?”

“Oh! Then sign me up!” Nessa chuckled.

“I’ll get you a scarf for your hair, and then I’ll show you all the settings,” Kamau promised and trotted off. “Oh! And I’ll get you an outfit for sleeping and one for tomorrow. I’m afraid we had to cut off your uniform—I mean, Skyla did. Not me. But it’s being repaired.”

“I’m not fussy—but I don’t like skirts.”

“I will return with pants!”

Nessa laughed as she watched him dart away, a secret smile on her face as she heard the telltale purr of happiness.

Doing things for me makes him happy?

Damn, he wouldn’t survive a day in most parts of the Sapien System. The sharks would eat up a kind soul like him.

Why do I want to go back to a place like that?

Shaking her head to stop those pointless thoughts, Nessa used the toilet (cursing as she almost fell in) and the sink (the toothbrush was about a foot long—which made sense for Felid mouths), then hesitated before sliding off her borrowed blue dress and looking at the smooth white bra and panties she’d been put in.

Almost like a bikini—a thing I would never wear.Nessa looked in the mirror and tried to decide if Felids would find her attractive if they could see what was under the clothes.

Rounded belly. Thighs that didn’t just kiss, they made out. A backside that was her favorite asset, pun intended.

Maybe in some dimmer lighting, Nessa mused silently, reaching for the panel of buttons on the wall. One had to make the bright white lights above more soft and flattering...

She tapped one. Lights turned pink. Okay, that wasn’t so bad.

Tapped another.

“You’re listening to Dance Pride, Felix Orbus’ Audio Media station guaranteed to make you put your paws in the air!”

“Not that button,” Nessa smacked it off, and the speakers above her head went silent.

Another button sent the door flying open, just in time for Kamau to appear.

“Wendy and Jade had already picked out a whole wardrobe for you from the supplies I ordered!” Kamau bounced back in, voice lilting in triumph as he held out a white box piled high, clothes overflowing from it.

He looked up with a broad grin—met her eyes, and dropped the box. “Oh! Oh, is that a bathing suit, Miss Nessa? It’s stunning!”

“Uh. Yes! Sure.”

“I should have known Layla would have thought of such a thing. There is a small lap pool in the fitness area, but I don’t believe it’s been refurbished yet. Here is a scarf.” He held out a pink, gauzy piece of material.

I’m standing in my underwear in front of Kamau... and he thinks I’m gorgeous.

“I need to sit,” Nessa said abruptly, her limited strength suddenly sapped.

Kamau hurried to her side with concern. “I’ll sit you in the tub, my Queen, and I’ll show you how the settings work while you rest.”

A dozen protests sprang to mind—and fell into the pit of her guilty conscience.

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