Proving the bitch wife right

Cheryl finishes securing the ponytail and walks toward you with a slow, deliberate sway that has nothing to do with the usual competitive stride she uses on the floor. She stops close enough that you catch the warm scent of her perfume, then rests her hand flat on your chest, fingers spreading lightly over the fabric of your shirt.

Her voice drops, soft and direct.

“Let me give you the best head you have ever received. Right here. Right now. Your wife has spent four months believing you are already fucking me. She built an entire affair with Ruby on that story. If she is so certain you are cheating, why not prove her right. Take what she has been accusing you of and make it real. You get the release you have been denied for months. I get to wipe that smug little narrative Ruby created right off the board. And when you walk out of this office you will actually be able to think straight enough to sort the figures Duncan needs tonight.”

Her hand stays on your chest, the offer sitting between you in the quiet of Matt’s empty office, clear and unadorned.