Seduction

I’d gone months without a man when I posted the ad. Marcos was the only one who seemed genuinely interested, and I never forgot what happened that afternoon.

Valentina said she was going grocery shopping. That afternoon, Nicolás canceled his meeting and came home early. Marcos’s jacket was hanging on the coat rack.

I put on the shortest skirt I owned and went to the garage to deliver an envelope. The owner wasn’t there. They sent me upstairs to his son’s office.

I pushed the door open, holding my breath. He was asleep on his side, the sheet fallen to his waist. If I left then, nothing had happened. I didn’t leave.

Helena arrived two hours before the flight. I had bought her perfume to thank her. She had another plan for saying goodbye.

I arrived at the hotel alone and told myself that week would be different. I had no idea the woman at the bar would teach me things I'd never felt before.

When I saw the Brazilian crossing the dance floor toward us, I knew my flatmate was no longer the shy girl who’d moved to Madrid a month earlier.

When she leaned in front of me at the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wouldn’t be a normal workout.

I’d spent twenty years wanting to kiss her. That night I went into her bedroom thinking it was finally happening, until she pulled down my pants and dragged me into the living room.

Three coworkers invited her to stay behind when the building was empty. Sofía said yes, but on her terms.

When I saw Mateo waiting for us at room 412, I understood my husband hadn’t been bragging: this was really going to happen.

We’d spent months sharing something forbidden between siblings. That afternoon, while she told me everything with her hands busy, the camera revealed something that would change everything.

She’d been dancing with a stranger on the floor for twenty minutes. When he suggested going up to the bathroom, she said yes without imagining what would happen next.

She asked me to come with her because the bars were full. I joked that watching her would get me hard, and she smiled like she’d been waiting hours for me to say it.

When I crossed the threshold of his office, I knew the crown cost more than smiles and perfect answers. The rector was waiting with a form and a plan.

I went in asking for a wax. I left with trembling legs and my body marked by hands that knew every inch of my skin better than I did.

I’d spent years imagining that moment. When it finally came, sitting in that armchair while Camila and Diego looked into each other’s eyes, I could barely breathe.

I climbed the stairs to his building with my thong already soaked. I had no idea that stranger was going to split me in two before midnight.

Three days in Paris, four men dead in their beds, and an anonymous message summoned me over the Seine. I never imagined crossing that bridge meant leaving myself behind.

We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.