Sigh and get back to work

Back at your desk, your head is still spinning after everything that has happened this morning, but you have to get back to work if you are going to keep from getting fired. You do your best to compose yourself and stay focused on the spreadsheets. You can still smell Mr. Perry's rank cigars and feel his huge fuckstick, stretching you and cumming in you. Is his load still leaking out into your panties?

You put Mr. Perry out of your thoughts and dive back into your work. You make good headway into the afternoon. By four o'clock you think you might be able to have it by staying just a little late. Then events conspire to throw you off track. First, Wendy, the receptionist, pops into your office carrying a huge bouquet of roses.

"Who brought these?" you ask.

"Delivery boy," she says and deposits them on your desk.

There is a card attached. FROM: YOUR SECRET ADMIRER, ONE ROSE FOR EACH TIME WE'LL MAKE LOVE THIS WEEKEND.

You peer surreptitiously through the blinds covering your office window.

You don't see anyone walking around or glancing at your office. There is nobody in the cubicles gophering. You're about to look up the florist to try to call them and wring the truth out of them, when the phone rings. It's Wendy.

"Someone is at the reception desk to see you," she says.

"Who is it?" your heart pounds in your chest. Could it be your secret admirer?

"It's your husband."

Your heart flip-flops. Your husband? He never visits you at work! Of course, the one day you finally dediced to cheat on him, and you're swamped with work, and you've got a secret admirer filling your office with flowers.

"What do you want me to tell him?" demands Wendy.