Office

She arrived at the school with her son’s expulsion letter in her handbag. She left with trembling knees and a secret she could never tell her husband.

I climbed over her garden fence at nine at night thinking only of confessing my feelings. I left with a video that was going to change both our lives.

It was eleven and I couldn’t focus anymore. I opened the app without hope, but thirty minutes later I was walking to his building with a box of condoms in my pocket.

We started with stupid stickers at the end of the shift. Then came the nickname. Then the fantasy. That night he texted that my place was closer, and I couldn’t say no.

Camille came into the office with two coffees and the hallway door was already locked. That night Elena discovered how much freedom she had given her husband.

When she invited me to dinner at her place, I thought she just wanted to thank me. I had no idea what she was hiding under that pencil skirt, or how far she was willing to go.

When Daniela asked if she could sleep with me that night, I knew neither of us would wake up in the morning as the same woman who had arrived at the estate.

When she leaned over my desk to show me the file, her skirt rode up two inches. I couldn’t hide a thing anymore. She didn’t want me to.

I had kept my secret hidden at the back of the closet for months. That night I opened the door in a pleated skirt and red bow—and never wanted to turn back.

When I walked into the bar and saw her at the back, I knew I wasn’t sleeping that night. Three months without her hands weighed more than I was willing to admit.

The office door was left ajar, and without meaning to, I became a witness to something I shouldn’t have seen or heard, but couldn’t look away from.

Diego’s voice in the audio sounded defeated. When I heard her name, I knew he’d been cheating on me from his office for months.

I recognized the moans behind that door. I knew every cadence. But the woman at the desk had something my wife swore she would never have.

It was almost eleven at night and the whole building seemed empty. When I turned my chair around, all that was missing was someone opening that door. And they did.

Between boxes, with the door barely closed, she bit her lip to keep from screaming while I held her against my chest. No one could hear us.

She was my assistant at the office, an impossible beauty who kept stealing my gaze. One night, over chat, I discovered everything her tight clothes had been hiding from me for weeks.

When the lights went out on the 22nd floor and I knew we’d be alone with him for hours, I had no idea how far he’d be willing to go.

Andrés locked the door even though he knew there was no one else on the floor. When he stood in front of me again, he was no longer my boss but something else.

I thought the party was over when I closed the door. But she was still barefoot on my sofa, glass on her knee and another box in her hands.

We had been flirting for months over the internal chat. When I suggested closing the office on a Saturday, I never thought you’d come. You did—trembling, but you came.