The office Christmas party is as expected.
Everyone is drunk, a few people have already passed out on the office tables and there is a lot of laughter, gossip and flirting. It seems to be one of those nights that we will talk about for the whole of next year.
Brad, my boss, has been flirting with me all night.
"Can I see you in my office?" he whispers in my ear and then leaves.
I smile as he walks away.
Do I go? Or do I ignore him? Does he want to have sex in his office or does he just want to chat privately?
Of course he wants sex.
Do I risk losing everything for one night of sex? Do I risk losing my husband because I couldn't resist my boss?
Of course I do.
I can't resist that man.
I walk up to his office, away from the party and quietly open the door. He is standing in front of his desk, waiting for me. He walks past me and shuts the door, locking it in the process.
He doesn't waste any time.
He leans in and kisses me. When his lips touch mine, I pull away. It doesn't feel right.
"Sorry," I whisper to him and leave his office.
After I go back down to the party, I think about my life. Why don't I just take my chances? Why don't I just let myself go?
I turn and walk back to his office.
I open the door quietly and enter without Brad noticing me. He is sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands. I rest my hand on his shoulder.
He looks up, surprised.
"Look, I'm sorry..." he begins.