One evening, after a long, tiring day at the office, Mrs. Pat, my boss’s wife, invited me over for a drink. It seemed innocent—just two colleagues taking a moment to unwind.
Her living room was beautifully decorated, bathed in soft, dim lighting that set a relaxed tone. As we talked, the conversation flowed easily, shifting from work to more personal topics. There was an undeniable tension in the air, though unspoken.
A few glasses of wine later, Mrs Pat leaned in closer, her eyes carrying a weight that hinted at something beyond mere friendliness. My heart raced, caught between confusion and something I couldn’t fully understand.
Then, in a voice soft yet certain, she revealed that she had felt a pull toward me for some time—something I hadn’t noticed before.
Before I could process her words, she kissed me. For a fleeting moment, I surrendered, the lines of professionalism blurring in the heat of the moment. But just as suddenly as it began, reality snapped back. I pulled away, breathless and shaken, my mind racing with the implications.
She leaned back, her expression unreadable, and an awkward silence filled the room. As I fumbled for the right words, the door creaked open, and we both turned to see…
