First off, I must say that I love my husband. I had never cheated on him in all the years we've known each other and I never thought in a million years that I'd be one of 'those' women, the ones who have something good and manage to fuck it up. And he's never given me a reason to stray. It's just that sometimes temptation hits you in a way that you just cannot resist; no matter how hard you fight it. At least that's the way it happened for me.
I had been on my job for 10 years. I won't tell you where I work or even what I look like because this could fall in the wrong hands and the last thing I want is to be recognized. If my husband were to ever find out what a shameful slut I'd been it would absolutely ruin my life. However, there are a couple of things I that I can say. One, I was a supervisor at an age where most people are still struggling to make it out the mail room. Also, despite some of the compliments I've received from my male co-workers, I considered myself to be kind of average in the looks department. I mean, I felt good about my appearance and I always dressed to accentuate my assets, but I didn't think I was up there with supermodels or anything like that, just an attractive woman who just happened to be damn good at her job.
The man who would turn out to be my kryptonite had just started in my department. He was a transfer from another division and I gotta say he wasn't the type of guy that girls fall for at first glance, at least not to me; in fact, I hardly noticed him. Everything he wore was stylish yet understated, from his turtle shell glasses to his navy blue Brooks Brothers suit (and matching tie) to his black wingtips. Yes he had the corporate uniform down pat, but the effect didn't bowl me over. Besides, it isn't like I never saw a man in a suit before. But I guess there was something about him that was impressive; everywhere he walked he had the girls in the office turning heads. I wasn't going to ask any of them what they saw in him, I had chided them too many times for perving on the new guys to do that. I decided to take a second look, you know, just to see what all the fuss was about.
The first thing I noticed was the way he moved. It was like a lion in the wild going in for the kill, all power and grace and suddenness. Maybe the reason I didn't notice it at first is because I didn't want to notice. Once I did, one word came to mind immediately: Dangerous. Not dangerous in the sense that he looked like a dangerous guy, more like dangerous to my marriage. Because the more I looked at him move the more wheels started turning in my head. Like how it would feel to be pursued by this powerful looking man, this animalistic hunter, and what it would feel like if he caught me. Of course I've seen attractive men before and even flirted with a few since I'd been married, but I'd never crossed the line. I had self-control, or so I told myself.
