I am a twenty-four-year-old front desk clerk at a hotel. The day I applied for this job, I got it on the spot. "The manager must really like me," I told myself. Months went by, and I really enjoyed him flirting with me. I developed this infatuation for him that I couldn't shake. One night, he had to return for an emergency. After everything had settled, he hung around for a while. I could feel the sexual tension, and I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. I knew it was wrong. He was my boss. I was married. He was married. But the passion was too intense. We had our way on his desk, and it was awesome. We still joke about it, and no one else knows. I still get tingles whenever I walk into his office knowing we had sex on his desk.
— Kimberly, 24