"That woman is shameless, she's way older than you and still trying to hit on you!" **Emily** fumed. "Tell me who she is, and I'll go find her!"
"**Jack**. It's none of your business, okay?" **Jack** explained.
"No way, I can't just ignore this. You're under my command, and I have to look out for you."
**Emily's** stubbornness was really getting on **Jack's** nerves. "Ms. **Chad**, can you stop meddling in my life? You're my boss, not my mom. Why do you think you can control me like this?"
**Jack's** words left **Emily** momentarily speechless.
She asked herself, 'Why do I care so much about him? Am I jealous? No, that can't be it!'
**Emily** took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Fine. I won't bother you anymore. It's your call from now on."
With that, she turned and walked away.
**Jack** felt a pang of regret as soon as he spoke. Watching **Emily** leave, he wanted to apologize but just couldn't bring himself to do it.
He thought, 'Forget it, let it go.'
Feeling distracted, **Jack** wandered aimlessly down the street.
When he reached an intersection, he didn't even notice the red light and walked right through it. Suddenly, he heard the screech of brakes, and a car stopped just inches from him. "**Jack**?" A girl jumped out of the car—it was **Amelia**.
"**Amelia**, what are you doing here? I was lost in thought. I'm really sorry," **Jack** said.
At that moment, a man and a woman got out of the car. The woman was **Amelia's** mom, **Jessica Tate**, a stunning mature woman.
The man was **Amelia's** dad, **Andrew Tate**, the chairman of a big company.
"Dad, Mom, this is **Jack**. He's super hardworking and has helped me out a bunch of times," **Amelia** introduced **Jack** to her parents.
"So you're **Jack**. My daughter has mentioned you a lot," **Jessica** said, eyeing **Jack's** tall frame with approval. She extended her hand.
**Jack** instinctively shook **Jessica's** smooth, cool hand, catching a whiff of her pleasant scent. He suddenly felt a rush of desire. His dormant cock stirred, so he quickly let go of **Jessica's** hand. After all, the beautiful woman in front of him was **Amelia's** mom, and her husband was a big shot. He didn't want to embarrass himself.
**Jessica's** face remained expressionless as she pulled her hand back, but inside, she felt a bit annoyed.
Normally, with **Jessica's** status, she rarely shook hands with strangers. Today, she was a bit more enthusiastic because she thought **Jack** was **Amelia's** colleague, but she didn't expect him to let go of her hand so quickly.
Was she really getting old and losing her charm with younger guys?
**Jessica** couldn't help feeling a bit down. She glanced at **Jack** and suddenly noticed a bulge in his pants, which left her stunned.
Of course, she knew what that meant. This guy actually got an erection from shaking hands with her.
Torn by her labyrinthine thoughts, **Jessica** was unsure whether to feel elated or infuriated, and her face gradually started to blush.
"Sorry, I gotta go. Catch you later," **Jack** said, quickly making his exit.
Just then, **Amelia's** dad, **Andrew**, got a phone call.
"I've got something urgent to handle. You two take a taxi back." **Andrew** said before driving off.
**Jessica** sighed, taking **Amelia's** hand as they tried to hail a cab.
After waiting forever with no luck, they decided to take the subway.
As soon as they got on, a bunch of rowdy young people squeezed in, causing a ruckus. **Amelia** got pushed forward a few steps and lost sight of **Jessica**.
She called out for her mom, but her voice was drowned out by the noise around her.
**Jessica**, now separated from **Amelia**, found herself surrounded by strangers, getting jostled around like a boat in a storm. She tried to protect her chest with her arms, but her curvy body couldn't avoid being touched and squeezed by others. She regretted not waiting for a taxi. Suddenly, a man behind **Jessica** took advantage of the situation, placing his hand on her round butt and groping her.
"Let go, or I'll call the cops," **Jessica** whispered sternly, pushing him away.
"Madam, you don't want to make a scene, do you?" the man said, sliding his hand under her skirt and caressing her thighs.
**Jessica** knew if this got out, **Andrew** would find out, and it would be a disaster.
Seeing her hesitation, the man pressed his advantage, pushing his body against hers.
His tall frame shielded **Jessica** from view as he slid his hand under **Jessica's** clothes, intruding into her thin bra, and began fondling her breasts. Despite her protests, he continued, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
After a while, he squeezed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage, then let them bounce back, enjoying the sensation.
Looking down at **Jessica's** neckline, he saw her breasts turning pink, the color spreading to her neck, face, and even her closed eyes.
The man's mind raced with desire, wanting to take her right there.
He took a deep breath of her scent and slid his hand into her skirt.
**Jessica**, already aroused, bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her lower body was wet, and when the man's hand reached her panties, it was immediately covered with her wetness.
"Slut, you're already so wet with just a few touches. Don't worry. I'll satisfy you soon," the man whispered wickedly in **Jessica's** ear, his breath hot and his words lewd. He slipped a finger into her wet core, rubbing the tender flesh at the entrance with rough fingertips until her juices flowed. Then, he slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina, rotating, thrusting, and massaging with varying depths.
Unable to hold back a moan, **Jessica** bit the man's arm in frustration. But with so many people around, she couldn't make a scene. She could only glare at him with watery eyes, twisting her waist in defiance.