As the orgasm subsides I look out at the apartments and notice the man at the window convulsing as he brings himself to orgasm. He moves away from the window. My colleague withdraws from me and for a few moments we lay side by side on my desk as we catch our breath, laughing, as the reality of what we have just done begins to sink in.
“ Antonia!” One of my friends calls drunkenly as I walk back into the bar ten minutes later, wondering if my dirty secret is written all over my face.
“ You work too hard!” She chastises, as another friend pipes up and teases, “You know what they say, Antonia, all work and no play…” I take their jests with good humour as I sit down amongst them, wincing ever so slightly as my bottom connects with the chair. If only they knew, I think to myself smugly as I pour myself a large glass of Merlot. If only they knew.