Today, I decided to surprise my husband by meeting him in an outfit that screamed playful professionalism—a fitted pencil skirt, a crisp blouse, and just the right touch of allure to suggest the “boss and secretary” fantasy we’d often joked about. He loved it. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with excitement, and we quickly found ourselves caught up in the fun of the game.

We slipped into our roles effortlessly, and for a while, it was exhilarating. I enjoyed seeing him so captivated, watching him embrace his “boss” persona with confidence and charm. It was thrilling to add a little spark to our routine, a reminder that even after all these years, we could still surprise each other.

But as the game went on, a nagging thought crept into my mind. My husband has a real secretary at work—a young, beautiful woman who often pops up in his stories about the office. She’s professional, of course, and he’s always spoken about her with respect, but now I couldn’t help but wonder: does she see him like this? Do they ever share a laugh, a lingering glance, or moments that blur the lines between work and something more?

The thought was irrational, I told myself, but it lingered nonetheless. I imagined her sitting across from him in her perfectly tailored work attire, their conversations filled with inside jokes I would never hear. Were they ever playful? Did she admire him, the way I once admired my boss in my younger years?

I shook off the thought, returning to the moment, but the question remained in the back of my mind. Our game had been meant to bring us closer, to reignite a spark, but instead, it left me questioning: was this fantasy just ours, or could it also belong to someone else?