In Office Hours is all about adultery as the title implies: in the office. We are treated to the story of two love affairs. One is a traditional man and his subordinate, the other in a feminist reversal, woman and her prodigee. This is written in a kicky sort of British way, very reminscent of Bridget Jones diary. There is a sadness about it, but it keeps up a remarkably fast pace that made it fun to read. Although there was some sexual tension, it unfortuately left much of the sex to the imagination. While I do fine in my imagination, I never mind reading a racy scene. It brought up an interesting question to my mind: Where are all these men in offices? I also would like to know where these offices are. Every office I have been in is stuffed full of women, with only a sprinkling of men. Which brings up the question where do men actually work?