The knock came again, sharper.

“Mr. Kane? I really need to drop these off tonight.”

Adrian’s hand was still on his belt. My blouse was torn open, breasts completely bare and still wet from his mouth, skirt pushed up around my hips. His fingers were shiny from being inside me. For one long second neither of us moved.

Then he stepped back, eyes locked on mine, and called out in a perfectly calm voice:

“Leave them on the chair outside. I’ll get them later.”

There was a brief pause. Paper rustled. Footsteps moved away down the hall. The elevator dinged in the distance.

Silence returned.

Adrian looked at me —...