Now Joseph was well-built and handsome, and after a while his master’s wife took notice of Joseph and said, “Come to bed with me!” —Genesis 39: 6b & 7
Now that Potiphar was busy building new pyramids and conquering new nations to the glory of the Sun, Zuleika had nothing to do all day. The royal cooks made her food. The royal bathers washed her. The royal sleepers slept with her. And there she was...bored. Day in and day out, there was nobody that could love her; she even felt that the Pharaoh stopped loving her ever since he laid eyes on that whore of a concubine from Iberia! Oh, if the gods could listen to her fury...
"That will be enough abuse, my guards—he shall stay with me!" And the guards left.
For months, Joseph became the symbol of the Pharaoh's prosperity. Everything he touched transformed into blessing; everything she touched transformed into desire. Every night, she'd leave the open door, open and barely covered by transparent silk, where Joseph readily ignored her. More than any other slave, she showered him with the most beautiful and expensive gifts from around the known world, and his room had a full pile of them where he never even dared to open them! All the more, she grew infatuated. Even if all the tears were faked with the waters of the Nile, she would have her love —and her revenge— for better... or worse...