**Emily's** words hit **Jack** like a cold shower, totally killing his vibe.
Thanks to **Eva**, he used to think women were easy to win over.
But now, he finally got it—he was dead wrong.
"Alright, see you tomorrow," **Jack** said politely, getting ready to leave.
Just then, a car pulled up in front of **Emily**. A well-dressed guy stepped out, grinning, "**Emily**? Need a ride? How about I give you a lift?"
**Emily** knew the guy—Hunter Harris, a colleague from another department.
He used to work somewhere else but got caught hanging out with models and had to quit. Now, he was at their company.
**Emily** couldn't stand him. She took a step back. "No thanks, I'm waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone? A guy, right?" Hunter didn't back off. Instead, he got closer with a sleazy smile. "I heard your husband's been away for a while. If you're feeling lonely, I'm here for you."
"Get lost!" **Emily** snapped, her face turning red with anger, her chest heaving, catching Hunter's eye.
He'd just started at the company and had his sights set on **Emily**, fantasizing about getting her alone. **Jack** hadn't left yet. Seeing Hunter's behavior, he was pissed. He stepped between them. "Mr. Harris, she's waiting for me. Mind your own business."
"You?" Hunter looked surprised, recognizing **Jack** from the company. "Are you **Emily's** subordinate?"
"That's none of your business. **Emily's** my good friend's sister, right, **Emily**?" **Jack** said.
"Yes, exactly." **Emily** quickly agreed, grateful for the help. "Let's go. It's getting late."
"Okay."
Seeing them together, Hunter had no choice but to leave, grumbling.
"Thanks, **Jack**, for stepping in," **Emily** said after Hunter left.
"You're welcome, Ms. **Chad**. I see you're standing with one shoe off. Did your heel break?"
"Yeah, it snapped when I came out."
"Let me grab some glue and fix it for you."
"No, it's too much trouble," **Emily** said, then winced in pain. "Ouch!"
"Did you hurt your foot?" **Jack** asked.
"Yeah, it hurts!"
**Jack** checked and saw **Emily's** foot was bleeding. "**Emily**, let me carry you over there. I'll get some glue and fix your heel." **Emily** hesitated, then agreed, thinking that **Jack** seemed to be a trustworthy guy.
**Jack** carried **Emily** to a nearby convenience store.
As they walked, he couldn't help but notice her chest pressing against his back with every step.
He thought, "Man, this feels amazing!"
**Jack** suddenly got excited, and his body reacted on its own.
To keep it discreet, he bent forward a bit.
But that just made **Emily** press even closer, making things worse for him.
At first, **Emily** felt a bit shy and tried to keep some distance. But as she tried, she found herself even closer to **Jack**, so she gave up and lay directly on his back.
She thought, "Oh well, it's a small price for **Jack** helping me out."
They soon reached the convenience store. **Jack** set **Emily** down on a chair and went to buy some glue.
"Thanks, **Jack**, I don't know what I would've done without you," she said, stretching her long and beautiful legs, and making **Jack** gulp.
Unfortunately, the high heels couldn't be fixed, but **Emily** didn't blame him. "It's okay. I'll just be careful on my way back. My place is nearby." "**Better not, Emily**," **Jack** said, scratching his head. "What if you hurt your foot more and can't work? Without you, it would be quite challenging for us at work. How about this—I'll carry you back since it's not far anyway."
"Okay, that's fine. Thanks," **Emily** agreed, thinking it wasn't the first time anyway.
**Jack** was thrilled and carried **Emily**, enjoying the feel of her chest against his back, as they headed to her place.
**Emily** rented a small apartment, and since it was old, there was no elevator. By the time **Jack** carried her to the fifth floor, he was sweating like crazy.
"Come in and have a cup of coffee before you go," **Emily** said, seeing how exhausted he was.
If she didn't think **Jack** was trustworthy, she wouldn't have invited him in.
**Jack** was more than happy to accept and followed **Emily** inside.
Her place was small, with a living room in the middle, a bedroom on the left, and a kitchen and utility room on the right.
"Have some coffee and take a break," **Emily** said, making coffee and pouring a cup for **Jack** before heading to her bedroom to change into pajamas.
In her bedroom, there was a double bed with a wedding photo of **Emily** and her husband above the headboard, a wardrobe, and a dressing table.
Thinking **Jack** was a good guy, **Emily** didn't worry too much about privacy. She just closed the bedroom door slightly and started changing.
Her tender breasts stood proudly with rosy nipples, and even without a bra, they didn't sag but lifted slightly.
Her round, perky butt swayed gently, the full flesh trembling slightly. Her long, slender legs were flawless, pressed tightly together.
Between her legs a patch of pubic hair, not too dense but not sparse, clung to her body from sweat, revealing the moist redness of her delicate labia.