THIRD PERSON POV
"Hold on a sec___," Zora answered, pulling away from their embrace. The thick haze of passion was already gone, and her head seemed to have cleared.
Hrolf stepped away from her, zipping up his pants, and fixing his belt. She slid down from the table, smoothing her dress down her knees. Zora sighed as she saw her reflection in the mirror beside her door.
Her hair was in a mess, and her red lipstick was gone, her dress also wrinkled. She honestly didn't bother fixing herself anymore, since she knew that whoever was out there would possibly smell the s*x reeking from her office anyway.
"Hrolf," Ben stood on the other side of the door. He nodded to Zora, his face not deluding his thoughts. The slight flare in his nostril demonstrated that he knew what he had broken off.
