A call to reality

A furious knock pounded on the door, jolting us out of our passionate haze. "Sir?" It was the voice of one of the mansion's employees, urgent and unyielding. "Mr. Harrison there's an important call for you!" Harrison's eyes narrowed, his body tensing above me. The raw desire in his gaze shifted to irritation in an instant. "I'll be right there," he barked, his voice strained with frustration. He rolled off me, his erection bobbing with the sudden movement. My own anger surged as the interruption shattered the delicate moment. Who could be so brazen as to disturb us? The knock came again, more insistent this time. I scrambled to pull my shirt down, trying to compose myself as Harrison stumbled to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants. "Fuck," he muttered, his expression a stormy mix of irritation and lust. He stalked over to the door, yanking it open. The sight of Rachel on the other side took me aback. She looked frazzled, her eyes wide with urgency. "What is it?" he snapped. R