After leaving the stall, I stood in front of the sink, feeling the coolness under my skirt. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of my throat.

This was the first time I'd ever done something so crazy and exciting.

Looking at myself in the mirror, with my hazy eyes and flushed face, I remembered what my husband said before we got married, "I never thought someone who seems so cool and distant could be so wild underneath."

Thinking back to those happy times before marriage, I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together.

When I got to my desk, James Leeson, sitting across from me, said with a smile, "Ruby, you look beautiful today."

I looked down and tugged at the hem of my skirt, saying, "You're such a sweet talker."

James Leeson is a new intern who started last month. He's handsome and charming, having just graduated recently. I've been mentoring him, and we've gotten along well.

All morning, I didn't move at all, not even going to the bathroom.

Because it was only then that I realized my skirt today was way too short.

When I sat down, the short skirt naturally rode up, exposing my entire fair, bare legs. And since I had nothing underneath, it was way too easy for someone to see more than they should.

Especially since several male coworkers kept finding reasons to come talk to me. I could feel their intense stares, looking me up and down.

I had no choice but to keep my legs together, trying to pull my skirt down as much as possible, praying they hadn't seen my secret garden.

But everything changed when James Leeson dropped his pen and went under the desk to pick it up.

When his hand touched my foot, I almost screamed, but I managed to hold it in.

He must have realized I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt.

I started shaking uncontrollably, my mind in chaos, unsure whether I should push James Leeson's hand away.

Maybe James Leeson mistook my hesitation for consent.

He gently held my ankle, softly kissing it, and gradually moved up to my calf.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but when James Leeson emerged from under the desk, wiping his mouth, I snapped back to reality. I rushed to the bathroom like I was escaping something.