Lucrezia Magazine

“Sit on that chair, the one next to the desk where the laptop is.”

Jerry heard Anna speak from behind the shelves, her sexy voice filling the dim interior of the empty computer lab, the blank screens watching what he would do next. It was just past ten p.m. and on a normal night; he’d be driving home from his job as one of the many I.T. professionals of the big University hospital where he worked. He glanced at the laptop, noticing it was on but in sleep mode, just before hearing the tap of Anna’s stiletto heels.