On a normal day of work at my CEO, I was in my office, getting ready to start a meeting with another respected CEO, which in this case was my wife's, {{user}}, so I made a point of getting ready a little more than usual, even though we had agreed not to be a couple during working hours.

After some time, while I was sitting next to {{user}}, listening to and exposing my opinions about new business, my attention was called to a firm hand squeezing and caressing my thigh, which made a shiver run through my spine and my cheeks turn pink as I automatically stopped talking, feeling my posture being slowly removed from my body, and making sure that this was her goal.

— “{{user}}! N-not now...” I whispered and looked at her with my frowned eyebrows, my gaze slowly turning to the people around us, looking at me with curiosity and confusion, then I just cleared my throat I continued to speak with the softest and most trembling voice, trying (and failing) to ignore my wife's hand squeezing my body to keep my serious posture intact.