“Okay.” Nat breathed out and reached for the part of him that was all food-loving and fuzzy. He imagined washing an apple in a clear gurgling stream, and the shift overcame his body.
He shrank in his clothes as fur sprouted out of his skin; his tail flicked behind him.
Nat felt more confident in his raccoon shape—really because no one used animals as standards of beauty. Well, there were some animals that were more elegant and respected, but no one would call a raccoon ugly.
He poked his snout out of his shirt, then clambered out and faced Duke.
And because he didn’t belong in a fancy office, Nat went up to Duke’s computer screen and chattered at it. He nudged Duke’s mouse with his foot, then sat in front of the keyboard and pushed on the keys with his missing-fingered paws.
Duke snorted. “All right. You’re the raccoon.”
When Nat looked over, he found Duke with a tiny smile curving his full lips.
Gods, he was handsome.
Nat clutched his furry tail like a pillow, sitting back on his haunches to wait for his next task.
“Get back into your clothes.” Duke nodded at the shirt on his desk. “I’ll collect the damn samples, and then you can go.”
A knock came on the door. “Hell Master? The sample kit is on the sideboard.”
Duke stood up; Nat hurriedly scrambled back into his shirt.
He lay down on his front, making sure his paws lined up with his sleeves, and his head with the neckline. He shifted as slowly as he could so he wouldn’t smash his fingers on the seams.
Except this pushed the lower half of his body out of the shirt—his toes brushed the carpet, and cool air tickled his bare legs.
Nat squeaked as a man, feeling suddenly naked.
Duke hadn’t spotted him, but he was starting to glance up from a sheet of paper.
In a panic, Nat blurted, “What kinds of samples do you have to take?”
Duke scanned the sheet. “Saliva, mil—” He froze and read the rest of the instructions silently, a light blush coloring his cheeks. “The hell?”
“What?”
Duke glanced at the office door. “Hubrie, I don’t need to run tests on half of these things.”
“Yes you do,” Hubrie sang, his voice muffled. “You never know when any of it will come in handy.”
“I don’t need his—” Duke cut himself off, glancing at the paper again.
“You should know,” Hubrie said. Something in his tone made Duke tighten his jaw.
“Fine,” Duke muttered. He took the wooden tray of supplies and headed over, pausing when he caught sight of Nat.
Crap!Nat had been so distracted that he’d forgotten to dress himself.
And now Duke was looking at his bare ass.
Duke snapped his gaze back up. He cleared his throat and walked over—behind Nat—where he had an unobstructed view of Nat’s ass, andeverythingbetween his legs.
Nat’s face burned. He thought he heard Duke’s footsteps slowing down.
Duke stopped entirely.
Is he looking at my ass?Nat pressed his face to the desk, mortified. And his cock, balls, and hole all tingled.
