In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. Her long, wavy chestnut hair spilled out over the white pillows, and her small, perky breasts were exposed, as she had refused to wear the hospital gown. She lay there, naked, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
A nurse named Henry entered the room, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of Isabella. He had always had a crush on her, but he had never acted on it. She was the daughter of a wealthy businessman, and he was just a lowly nurse. But seeing her like this, so exposed and vulnerable, he couldn’t resist.
He approached her bed, and she looked up at him, her dark brown eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. He took her hand, and she squeezed it tightly. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’ve always wanted you, Isabella. I can’t resist you any longer.”
