Office

I went over just to watch the final. When the whistle blew, a hand sank into my ass and I knew the real plan was starting then and there.

We were alone in the office at seven. By ten Camila was leaning against a shelf in the archive and I couldn’t think about the client anymore.

Marina thought it would be a classic threesome, her in the center. Until she saw her two straight friends looking at each other in a way that changed everything.

Three gin and tonics, two coworkers I barely knew, and a sofa. What started as office small talk turned into the most unexpected night of my life.

I drove toward the cliff determined to end everything. What I found in the lagoon’s icy water gave me back my will to live, and something I never imagined.

At four in the morning, while he was making love to me, my husband whispered my coworker’s name. And I, in the dark, smiled.

I handed her a blouse one size too small without telling her why. When I heard her muffled cry from the fitting room, I knew I was going in and I wouldn't come out the same.

From the monitor room I saw her open her jacket when she thought no one was looking. She had no idea her new guard had been watching her all morning.

I locked the dressing room, opened the suitcase, and stopped being Tomás. That night at the club, I had no idea my own boss would push the door open.

I followed him down the corridor without thinking, my heart in my throat. I knew that if I pushed that door there’d be no going back, and I pushed it anyway.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When she told me her bed was big and she had everything ready for me, I felt a shiver. Her look wasn’t that of a boss: it was the look of someone who’d been calculating it for weeks.

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.

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.