Phone Sex in the Elevator

Anya checked her silver wristwatch, her pulse spiking into a frantic rhythm. She was already late. Meeting Piper for what was supposed to be a quick lunch had spiraled into a stretched-out affair, and now she had exactly four minutes to sprint across the lobby and slide into her cubicle before her manager, Nolan, noticed her blatant absence.

She stood at the polished marble base of the Blackwood