Seduction

His breathing grew more ragged on the other side of the wall. I tried to ignore it. Then I heard my name in his mouth and everything changed.

It wasn’t the first time Camila had called late, but that night something in her voice was different. I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

I put on the tightest pants I owned and wore nothing underneath. What happened next was a secret only I knew while I was at work.

I hadn’t planned it. But when he walked in with the others and locked eyes with me, I already knew that night would end only one way.

We left the café saying we were going out for some air, but when he took my hand and led me among the trees, I already knew how the night would end.

I got naked in my in-laws’ pool at two in the morning. Ten minutes of silence and freedom. Then I heard a door open.

She arrived with a backpack on her shoulder and a red pacifier between her lips. She had just turned twenty-two and laughed as if she already knew everything that would happen next.

When he closed the door with his suitcase, we were left alone. The sex was still there, intense and familiar, but something was missing. Something only he brought.

There were eight of us executives on a sailboat in the sun. The tension had been building in the office for months. When we anchored in that deserted cove in Menorca, there was no turning back.

We had been playing with the idea for months. But when Laura walked up to that man in the water and I saw her hand move beneath the surface, I knew it was no longer a fantasy.

We’d been locked up for days when the conversation turned dangerous. His confession in the dark ended with my hands on him.

We’d been talking for three weeks on the phone. When I finally opened the door, I knew that night wouldn’t end with a simple kiss.

Rodrigo watched my ass in the office every day without daring to do anything. Until I read what his wife thought of me and decided she was right.

Every Friday, she dressed for me: nothing beneath her dress, fingers between her legs on the way to the theater, and the car hood as our bed in the dark.

When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was his lips. The second was how he looked at me before coming in. I already knew how the afternoon was going to end.

I knew he’d come home late and jealous. I waited in the kitchen in black lace. When the door opened, I knew the night was just beginning.

We had fantasized for years. When the sealed envelope arrived with the word “Quimera,” I knew that night would break something between us forever.

I was bleeding inside my torn stockings, but I kept walking to his door. I needed to look him in the eyes and know whether what I felt was mutual.

Climbing seven floors on foot in heels was no joke. What I didn’t know was that the doorman had been watching me for weeks as if I were a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

I propped the phone on the dresser with the video call live. My lover watched in silence while a stranger kissed my neck. He didn’t want to miss a thing.