It started as an innocent invitation—just a casual evening by the pool at my boss’s luxurious home. He often entertained colleagues outside the office, and I assumed this was no different. Dressed in a simple summer dress, I arrived expecting small talk, a few drinks, and maybe some career advice. What I didn’t expect was the proposition that would leave me stunned.

As we lounged by the shimmering blue water, he leaned in, swirling his drink in his hand. “You’ve been doing excellent work,” he said smoothly, his eyes lingering on me. “I think it’s time for you to move up in the company.” My heart swelled with pride for a brief moment—until he continued. “But I want something in return. One night with me.”

I blinked, certain I had misheard. “Excuse me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You heard me,” he said, his expression unreadable. “Just one night, and I’ll make sure you get the promotion you deserve.”

I could feel the heat rising in my face. He knew I was married—he had even met my husband at a company event. Yet that didn’t seem to matter to him. He spoke as if this were a simple business transaction, as if my marriage, my integrity, were just minor details.

I set my drink down, my hands trembling slightly. A mixture of anger, disbelief, and something else—something I couldn’t quite name—swirled inside me. The offer hung in the air between us, daring me to respond.