"It's two things, actually," Chad said, moving quickly behind his desk and flicking on the study lamp. The darkness of the room was partly broken by the bright, concentrated glow of the lamp. A bright pool of white light washed over the large oak desk while the rest of the objects stayed hidden in the shadows. Books lined two walls of the tiny office that had only two chairs besides the one behind the desk for furniture. It was a typical chief resident's office.
Yet how much wonderful fucking had gone on in there. As Chad shuffled through a pile of papers on his desk, Lisa closed her eyes and gave herself over to the hot, lush feeling sweeping her body. She remembered how the two of them crawled over one another, rubbing their hot, sweaty skins together as the minutes ticked away. Lisa giggled, thinking back to how her ass used to show rug burns all the time.
"Here it is. We've got some problems coming up on your floor tonight," Chad said, handing a piece of paper across the desk toward her. The blonde opened her eyes and shook herself out of her trance. Maybe this call to the office was just a professional one. Maybe. If it were, Lisa knew she'd scream. She felt her emotional tolerance collapsing. How could he ignore her. It was as if he'd completely forgotten about all those times they'd shared together in this worn!
Lisa wiped her sweating hands on her pants and reached out to take the paper. She noticed that it was a patient report.
"What's so unusual about this. Everybody has one when he comes in," Lisa said angrily, tossing the paper back on the desk.