I thought it was going to be a normal dinner.
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Mr. Benson told me to bring Maria. He said Daniel from our team would be there too. He didn’t mention anything about the wives not coming, so I assumed it would be a casual couples’ evening — safe conversation, drinks, a chance to network a little. Maybe show Benson that I was solid, dependable, ready for more responsibility at work.
I ironed my shirt, shaved carefully, even cleaned my shoes. I wanted to look sharp but calm. Professional. I asked Maria if her dress was too much — the black one that hugs her hips and shows a bit of cleavage — and she looked me over, smirked, and said no, it was perfect.
When we walked up the steps, I told myself this was a good thing. A smart move. The kind of social event that helps careers.
Benson opened the door like he wasn’t expecting to put in any effort. He gave me a quick handshake without looking directly at me, like I was the Uber Eats guy or someone dropping off mail. His eyes landed on Maria the second he saw her, and they didn’t move after that. He didn’t even try to be polite about it. He looked her up and down slowly — her chest, her legs, her hair, the way it was pulled over one shoulder like she’d styled it just to be touched.
“Wow,” Benson said.
Maria smiled. “Pleasure to finally meet you outside the office.”
He didn’t shake her hand. He kissed it, slow and deliberate. His lips lingered a little too long, and his eyes never left her face. Maria let out this small giggle I hadn’t heard in months.
When we stepped inside, Daniel was already on the couch with a drink in his hand, looking way too comfortable, one leg crossed over his knee like he belonged there.
Daniel stood up when he saw Maria, and his attention went straight to her. He walked over without even acknowledging me, like I wasn’t there at all.
“Daniel,” he said, offering his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Maria smiled and took his hand without hesitation.
“Good to finally meet you too,” she said. “He’s told me a lot about you.”
I nodded before I could stop myself.
“It’s true,” I said quietly, trying to sound casual.
I had mentioned Daniel plenty of times at home — mostly to complain. He wasn’t subtle at the office. Always cracking jokes at my expense, making little comments in front of others, treating me like the guy who gets the coffee even when I wasn’t supposed to. And Maria knew that. She had laughed once when I called him arrogant, said he probably got results and that’s why people let him act like that. Now here she was, smiling at him like none of that mattered.
Daniel didn’t look at me once.
“So… are your wives joining later?” I asked.
Benson tilted his head and gave me a half-smile like the question was adorable.
“No. Just us tonight.”
Daniel took a sip of his drink and chuckled.
“Relax, man.”
His eyes were glued to Maria’s chest when he said it. I forced a smile, even though my stomach felt off. I offered to make drinks, just to do something with my hands and pull myself out of the spotlight.
Benson waved in the direction of the bar.
“There’s red open already. Maria, do you like red?”
Maria smiled at him. “Sounds amazing.”
“Mark, get your wife a glass of red, and whiskey on the rocks for me and Daniel,” my boss told me.
They shared a look. I went to pour the wine, my hands already unsteady. Behind me, I could hear the three of them chatting easily. Daniel asked about the dress. Maria said it was new. Benson asked where she got it. Maria told him, and he said he wanted to take her there sometime to help her pick out more. They laughed together like they had done this before. I poured too much wine and had to wipe the bottle like an idiot.
I turned around with the glasses. Maria took hers without even looking at me. I handed one to Daniel, then to Benson, trying to keep my hand steady.
Daniel raised his glass and smirked.
“Well-trained,” he said, looking at my wife.
Maria didn’t miss a beat.
“You have no idea. I’ve been working on him for years.”
They both laughed like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I tried to laugh too, but it came out thin and forced, and no one seemed to notice.
Benson leaned back and nodded toward Maria.
“That dress is a strong choice. You look absolutely stunning.”
Maria stood up slowly, turned halfway so her ass faced them both, and bent down slightly to fix her heel strap, even though there was nothing wrong with it. The dress rode up, and under the warm lighting, it was clear she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Not a thong, not anything. Her bare ass was outlined perfectly through the tight black fabric. I saw both of their eyes lock onto it.
Neither of them looked away.
Maria turned again and sat back down with the same ease, this time angling herself more toward Daniel. Her elbow rested on the back of the couch, her knee brushing against his thigh. Benson’s eyes stayed on her legs.
“You should feel how soft it is,” Maria said.
She reached for Daniel’s hand and placed it on her hip like it was nothing. He didn’t pull away. His fingers stayed there, resting gently but confidently.
I tried to say something normal.
“Dinner smells great.”
Benson looked at me like I’d interrupted something.
“Yeah. I want the grill just right though. Come on, let’s get you useful.”
He stood and clapped me on the shoulder. It didn’t feel friendly. It felt like direction.
“Out to the patio,” he said. “You’ll finish it off.”
I followed him through the house and out to the back garden. The patio lights were on. The charcoal was already glowing. Chicken thighs were sizzling. Ribs were lined up with care. He flipped one with the tongs, nodded to himself, then handed them to me.
“You know how to handle this, right?”
I nodded.
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep it moving. Rotate the meat, don’t burn anything.”
He pointed toward the back door. Hanging there was a pink apron. Soft fabric, white lace trim, thin straps. It looked like something from a costume party.
“Put that on. My wife’s,” he added.
He didn’t wait for an answer.
“Perfect. Put him in something girly while we take care of your wife.” Said Daniel.
Maria giggled. “He looks better in that than he does in his work clothes,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “At least now he’s dressed for what he’s actually good at.”
I slipped the apron over my head and tied it at the back. It barely covered anything. The lace tickled my waist. I looked ridiculous. I felt ridiculous. The smell of meat and charcoal clung to the fabric immediately.
Benson looked me over once, smirked, then turned back toward the house and left me there with the grill.
(To be continued…)