Seduction

I was faithful to my husband until that man raised his glass to me and, without touching me yet, told me in my ear everything he planned to do to me that afternoon.

I accepted the massage out of curiosity and because of the heat of his hands. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d be willing to pay before his alarm went off.

I went down to the pool in my underwear just to provoke him. I never imagined I’d end that same night begging him not to stop inside me.

I’d never cheated on my husband in eighteen years. One screen, one bold stranger, and one empty afternoon were enough to make all of that stop mattering.

He only came to use our computer on a rainy afternoon. But he showed me a program that could strip anyone naked, and without thinking, I asked him to try it on me.

I told him to strip too. It was only fair: he’d already seen me naked on the screen, and I’d spent the whole afternoon pretending it was technical curiosity.

Marina thought he was just a helpless young man. That afternoon, she discovered that behind the shyness was someone ready to take control of everything.

I’d spent months seeing her in a sweater and glasses behind the monitor. That night, in a wine-colored dress and with a few drinks in her, she looked at me in a way that changed everything.

The night she threw me out, I dreamed of my own corpse rotting in an empty workshop. I woke up soaked in tears, with her asleep a handspan from my skin.

When I left them alone at the hotel bar, I only wanted to give them some privacy. I never imagined she’d go upstairs with another man while I waited below.

She accepted the job to escape a dead relationship. What she never imagined was that that arrogant boss hid a man capable of taking her breath away.

I went back to the room quietly so I wouldn’t wake him, and found him with my underwear between his fingers and the sheet pitched up like a tent.

Five years later I saw her pushing a cart with a little girl inside. She looked down and ran off. Neither of us wanted to remember what we filmed together.

I kissed him in the car before going into the party, never imagining that inside I’d find the last person I wanted to see: my own father.

I opened the door expecting the smell of damp and abandonment. The house smelled of freshly brewed coffee and of a man. And there he was, pouring himself a cup as if he owned the place.

I promised my friend I wouldn’t touch his little sister. What I didn’t tell him is that his best friend kept sitting next to me in every class, too close to focus on the numbers.

I’d spent years giving massages to strangers, but none had ever made me tremble like that on the table, waiting for him to beg first.

I came out of the bathroom with my bikini half unfastened and he was there, drying his hair. We froze. What happened next still makes me smile.

When my mother opened the door and I saw who was coming to dinner, my blood ran cold: it was the man I’d been secretly sleeping with for two months.

I walked into the room dressed as a mime, wearing a trench coat over my lingerie and knowing I was about to do something I’d never regret.