Office

I followed him down the hallway without thinking, my heart in my throat. I knew that if I pushed that door open there would be no going back—and I pushed it anyway.

We’d been flirting between monitors for a month when she took me to the back seat of my car. What I discovered weeks later changed everything, and not in the way I feared.

He offered me money if I’d let him kneel. What he didn’t know was that once he was on the floor, I’d decide exactly how much each inch would cost him.

It took only slipping the heel off my heel for him to stop looking me in the eyes. And I discovered how much power could fit on the tip of one foot.

Every gesture is calculated: the brush of stockings, the heel dangling from my toes, the smile that makes them feel guilty. Today I woke up wanting to play.

That afternoon she came home in black, painted her lips in the mirror, and left saying she was sleeping at a friend’s place. It took years to learn where she was really going.

At ten sharp I walk into the boardroom and, while the boss talks numbers, my head goes to a place where she and I don’t obey any rules.

When he told me, “Take off your blouse in the parking lot,” I thought it was a joke. Ten minutes later, his wife was watching us from her bed on a video call.

Marina had spent months pretending not to look at him. That night, trapped between the cold glass and her boss’s heat, she stopped pretending.

She had been with Rodrigo for two years and told herself it was only a drink with a coworker. When she stepped into Lautaro’s apartment, she knew there was no going back.

I closed the door, kissed him without permission, and knew I wasn’t leaving until I got exactly what I’d come for—with the entire waiting room listening.

I went up to the fifth floor expecting coffee and an explanation. She still had a report unfinished. I had no idea her lover was watching everything from the next office.

When I followed the sound of her music to the old closet in my office, I didn’t expect to find slits that opened right onto the changing room where she undressed.

When Valeria told me her three cousins were waiting to celebrate, I never imagined the celebration meant finding out whether I was good for more than balancing their accounts.

No one at the firm imagined what Lorena did during lunch break, two floors down, behind a door she always locked.

Three sleepless days, a nine-million-euro contract on the verge of collapse—and then she closed her tablet, stood up, and said she knew how to convince them.

I told her to close the door and turn off the lights for an important call. What I didn’t expect was for her to start guessing what I was doing under the desk.

When my new boss invited me to stay the night, I learned what had happened to her previous secretary—and discovered something about myself.

I’d always fantasized about being with another woman, but I’d never done it. That night, in her apartment, she put her hands on my hips and I knew we weren’t going to sleep.

She showed up in my rest room at three in the morning, married and dangerous, and I knew that night was going to wreck my whole life, one look after another.