I was catching up with a female friend telling me about her latest adventure.

She has been working with this chap for the past 3 years, but it has been platonic ever since. He was her mentor, and she had no lusty views towards him, knowing he was married and about to have a second child.

This is the perfect example of the close quarter theory, where, given enough time, two people of opposite genders will start developing attraction beyond just the professional or friendship basis after a certain amount of time in a closed environment.

My friend and this guy went to work events abroad a few times; he was not a direct reporter but was working in a different department; she shared her personal stories with him, and so did he with her. She told me he held the figure of a guide within the organisation and supported her questions.

He never made a move towards her. Both are party people getting shitfaced when the opportunity arises. Despite this setup, nothing happened in their past encounters. They kept it "professional".

"He is like a big brother to me.” she said.

He did not live in the same country, so 95% of their interactions were virtual, and so was their bond.

You could not be more misguided if you think you are safe because she is not in the same vicinity as the guy.

However, this time, he was away on a work trip in London and went out with the company contingent for after-work drinks. She was among the 12 people out to let their hair down. As the night went along, they were eventually 3 until they were the last two standings.

Even when she said she had enough to drink, when she had her back turned, he ordered more shots and rum and coke, which she was happy to indulge in. Still, there were no moves from him. Until, at one point, he put his hands on her hips whilst dancing to music.

This is when she felt "a burst of sensation coming from her lower stomach to her head" (her words, not mine). She knew there was lust there.

Women can either lie to themselves or be unconsciously attracted to someone despite whatever they say. In the end, the body does not lie. Why you cannot rely on what a woman says. Her pussy tears are the only reliable receipt.

They did not kiss at the venue, but then he invited her back to his room, as he had a bottle to finish and needed help with it.

She told me that she knew what was about to happen but could not help following him to "his place".

Whilst she was there, that is when things started to escalate where mid-way through the undressing, she stopped him:

"We can't be doing this, I don't want this to screw up our working relationship".

"Nothing is going to change."

And they resumed what they were doing. She could not help feeling bad after it.

To which I asked:

"Has anything changed since?"

"No"

"Then what is the issue?"

"He is married. He is about to have his second baby."

"If it weren't you, it would have been someone else, so don't sweat it."

"You know what is worse about it all? He was actually good in the bed."

"Then all the better, and you don't have to see him in the office the next day, so chill, and you are single, so who cares? Not like you cheated on a boyfriend or husband".

And she eventually rationalised it.

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