Secretary

I accepted a drink after work, thinking it would be innocent. Three hours later, I realized I’d never wanted it to be.

I knew exactly what crossing my legs in front of his desk would do. What he didn’t know was the surprise I was hiding beneath my skirt.

I had been at reception for a month when the Friday party changed everything: a hand beneath the table, a decision I hadn’t planned, and a Monday that was no longer work.

I woke with the heels still on and a voice whispering that there was no turning back: each day I would become a little more Lola and a little less myself.

We were always the last ones to turn off the lights. That night I walked in without warning, and what I saw changed every shift after that.

Mariela recognized that hoarse voice before she even turned around. The true owner of the office had returned, bringing all the old rules with him.

My tits were always my secret weapon, and that Friday with the office empty I decided to use them to get from him what I really wanted.

When I offered her the job, she smiled and told me it was her turn to ask questions. The first was whether I’d take her to bed after dinner.

Four office coworkers, new heels, and a boss with a plan. What happened when the last glass was emptied was something no one dared say out loud.

I finished getting dressed on the edge of that bed and understood there was no turning back: the dutiful wife was dead, and I wanted more, much more.

I dressed to impress, but once I stepped into that office I realized I wasn’t going to use my résumé to get the job.

He decided when I undressed, when he tied me up, and in front of whom. I only had to obey—and I learned obedience turned me on more than I ever admitted.

He offered me double the salary of anyone else. What wasn’t in the contract was everything his hand on my shoulder was demanding from me.

I’d been protecting that job like gold for three months. That morning, alone with him before opening, I discovered how much I liked being told what to do.

Adrián told me how many to take and in what order, and I obeyed without asking. I had no idea how far he was willing to take control of my body.

Eight years had passed since that coach trip, but the moment I saw him standing in front of the terminal I knew I wouldn’t be coming home for dinner that night.

I’m shy with almost everyone, except my husband. That’s why I was so surprised to want that stranger who sat down in front of me, as if she’d been waiting for months.

I served him tea to help him relax, but I knew work wasn’t the only thing making him tense. That night, I decided to do something about it.

She called her “babe” in the same voice from twenty years ago, and Helena knew the severance check would never leave that drawer. The debt was going to be collected with her body.

She ordered me to wait for her in the compartment, naked, with the ruler on my lap. I knew she would come; what I didn’t know was how long she’d make me suffer.