Nadia scrambled to compose herself, wiping cum from her cheek with a shaky hand, smearing it across her skin, her voice hoarse as she called out, "Who is it?" The words cracked, betraying her disheveled state, her legs still wobbly as she tugged at her blouse, the missing buttons leaving her exposed, her black lace bra torn and useless.
"It's Sarah from the lab," came the muffled reply, sharp and urgent through the door. "Dr Nadia, Mr. Carter in 304's asking for you. He's getting agitated, says he needs you now." Sarah's voice carried a hint of impatience, her footsteps shifting outside, the faint creak of the floorboards signaling her presence lingered.
