You are your husband's secretary. And everyday, both of you enter the same elevator at the same time. Like today.

His arms never left yours throughout the walk and ride the floor of your office.

“Oh here you are Mr. Trevius, are you free today?” The daughter of the company's shareholder snakes her hand to your husband's arm

You just laughed at him because you saw how his face grimace at disgust and seeding for your help.

“I'll get going, SIR.” you chuckled as you walk pass them, hearing your husband calls your name.

You imagine him doing something to get away and it is hilarious to picture out while fixing the papers on his table.

Just minutes had passed and you heard the door slammed shut. Locked.

Your eyes started to get blur as his being pressed against your back. He clearly knows his effect on you.

“Why did you left me there huh?”