My Husband's Strange Coworker

I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but when Daniel took the clothes, he seemed to deliberately brush his fingers against the back of my hand.

I pulled back, my heart racing with a mix of confusion and nerves. Just as I thought he was leaving, he dropped a bombshell.

"Ashley, I used the pink towel earlier and just realized it's probably yours. Sorry about that."

I felt like my whole body was on fire. Daniel actually used my towel to wipe himself? Didn't that mean we've had indirect contact?

After he left, the silence of the bathroom felt heavy and stifling.

Even when I crawled into bed, I couldn't shake the restlessness. I shot an annoyed glance at the sleeping Kylan.

The next day, thanks to some time off after my business trip, I slept in until noon.

Kylan and Daniel were already at work, so I lounged on the couch and scrolled through my phone.

Suddenly, a text from Katrina popped up, asking if I'd picked up my package yet.

I remembered then that she'd sent me something from her trip to Jorvane.

When I finally opened the box, I was speechless.

It was a set of lingerie. A maid-style outfit with white lace stockings—the perfect blend of innocent and provocative.

Katrina urged me to try it out, promising that it would make Kylan make up for every day I was away.

She bragged that when she wore hers, her boyfriend turned into a madman for three days straight.

As I read her blunt texts, a spark of temptation took hold.

That evening, I dressed in the lingerie, my skin tingling with anticipation as I waited in the bedroom for Kylan to return.

When I finally heard the door handle turn, I didn't hesitate. I rushed forward and clung to him like an octopus.

But I froze instantly.

Something was wrong. This wasn't Kylan's build.

I looked up into Daniel's dark, unreadable eyes, and a rush of heat surged to my head.

It was Daniel.

I scrambled off him. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it hurt.

"Ashley, I just came to tell you that Kylan got sent out on an overnight assignment for a project," Daniel said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His gaze swept over me from head to toe.

When I'd jumped on him, the hem of the short skirt had hiked up. Underneath, I was wearing nothing but sheer white stockings that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I frantically covered myself and shoved him out of the room. As the door slammed shut, I heard him let out a low chuckle.

What was truly shameful was that the embrace had felt good.

Daniel's body was incredibly firm, radiating a raw, masculine energy. It was a shame he supposedly couldn't perform.

I locked the door and called Kylan to complain, asking how he could leave me alone in the house with another man.

Kylan just laughed, saying that because of Daniel's condition, he was the only man he actually trusted me with.

I wriggled and acted cute, teasing Kylan to satisfy me through the screen, and he kindly agreed.

Before long, I was a tangled, sweaty mess on the sheets, realizing too late that I'd played myself.

I lay there in agony, my desire overriding every shred of logic.

At that moment, I would have given anything for a man to come and put out the fire.

I tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning when I finally began to drift off.

Just as I was losing consciousness, I heard a faint sound at the door.

Before I could react, the mattress sank.

A pair of dark, intense eyes loomed over me in the shadows. A voice whispered directly into my ear, "Ashley, can you help me prove that I can actually perform…"

I bolted awake. It was Daniel.

My heart thudded in my chest. I had locked the door, so how did he get in?

Before I could think further, Daniel's hands began to roam. His searing touch instantly reignited the fire I'd been fighting all night.

Wasn't he supposed to be broken? Why was he touching me like this?

I couldn't do this. I couldn't betray Kylan.

But I wanted this…

I let out a whimper. I tried to hold back, but my resolve was crumbling.

His hand slid inside my panties.