no, it's too risky

You stop thrusting into Sandra's warm cunt and glance towards the door. She looks at you in alarm. "I heard someone enter," you say softly.

You disengage and hurriedly put on your clothes. "Stay here," she says, as she rushes out of the small room.

You crouch behind the filing cabinet and wait. You don't make out what Sandra is saying but you hear a deep male voice respond. There appears to be sa argument going on between them before everything becomes silent again and you hear a door slam shut. Then you hear approaching footsteps.

"You have to go, Nick." Sandra says with a slight fear in her voice. "Jessica texted she'd be here soon. I owe you one." She adds, kissing you on the lips.

You pick up the bottle of Sandra's juices and stuff it into your backpack and head out the door. Just as you cross the street, you see Jessica approaching her shop hurriedly from the opposite street. You exhale a deep breath before you hear someone whisper from behind you, "What were you doing in there?"