Blow off Ava for a quick hookup with your secretary (Peta)

You ask Elsa if she could go with Ava for her gown for the party. Your youngest daughter ever the opportunist said yeah but wanted you to pay for her secret dress as well. You told her yes. As long as she helped her mother with a nice gown.

You watch them go from the window, a little flutter of something in your chest. Guilt? Maybe. But it's buried beneath a more potent, immediate thrill. The car pulls away and you're alone. The house is yours. A canvas.

You head upstairs to shower, the water hot and stinging. You scrub your body clean, but you're not washing away the sin; you're preparing for it. Your reflection in the steamy mirror is a stranger's, a man with a wolfish grin. You dress in the clothes you know she likes. The dark tailored pants, the crisp shirt with the top two buttons left undone. You spray on the cologne that Ava brought you for a father day present. Peta loves when you smell like Ava's perfect husband when you cheat with your nasty little secretary. Peta loved it when your wife gave you her presents, only for the scent to be rubbed all over the secretary.

You text her. "My office. Twenty minutes. Don't be late."

Her reply is instant, a single, winking emoji. Perfect.

The drive to your small downtown office is a blur. The city feels like a movie set, all of it props for your private drama. You let yourself in the back entrance, the stairs echoing with the promise of what's to come. Your office smells of leather and stale coffee, the familiar scent of your working life, but it's about to be desecrated.

She's already there. Peta. Sitting in your big leather chair, behind your big oak desk, as if she owns the place. She's wearing that red wrap dress, the one that clings to every curve, the one that's two shades too slutty for any professional setting but perfect for this. Her legs are crossed, the high heeled shoe dangling from her toe a deliberate invitation.

"Took you long enough," she says, her voice a low purr. She doesn't stand up. She just watches you, her eyes dark and knowing. "I been waiting for so long." Her cleavage begging to be free from her restricting top.

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