Secretary

I started with mirrors on the floor and ended up discovering my naked neighbor from my terrace. Each fleeting glimpse became a drug.

I thought I’d put her in her place. That afternoon, as I came out of the bathroom, I heard a zipper coming down behind the half-open office door.

I kept it in my bag because I was in a hurry, but that afternoon I took it out for another reason: I was alone, bored, and way too horny to hold back.

She laughed at them, naked and victorious, convinced she had used them. She never saw the hatred grow in their eyes until it was too late.

I bought black stockings with my heart in my throat, knowing that once I locked my apartment door I’d become the woman I’d been imagining all day.

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.

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 swear that when I got on that plane all I could think about was closing the deal. I never imagined that night would be the one where I lost myself and us.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

The wig, the dress, and the heels were in my desk drawer. My boss had known for months. And that changed everything between us.

My boss’s wife called me a bitch in her private messages. If she thought it was true, that afternoon I was going to prove her right.

I’d been putting up with his looks in the office for months. The day I read his private messages, I made a decision his wife should never have provoked.