That's a Job for a MILF 36.2

"So, what do you think about the champagne?" Mr. Hill asked. "Do you like it?"

"It tastes marvelous, Greg" Suzanne replied, sipping the drink. "I'm not sure why we're drinking this, though. Shouldn't champagne be saved for highly special occasions?" she teased him. 

"We are here having dinner together... I can't think of a more special occasion than this one, my dear."

"Be careful when you say such beautiful things, my dear" the woman smiled. "I may start believing you..."

Suzanne was feeling relaxed and playful again, a state of mind quite different from what she had experienced during the last two days. Doubts about who she really was had consumed her so intensely that she had barely been able to get some sleep. 

Was she meant to be a woman forever? Would she be able give up her new lifestyle and be a young man again? She was simply not sure what to do, and even thought about contacting Mrs. Larsen looking for some advice. However, for some reason this idea didn't sound as appealing as it would have in the past. 

I'm not some insecure young girl, she told herself, firmly. I'm a mature, confident woman, and that's the kind of decision I should make by myself.

She then remembered one of those mysterious anonymous letters she kept receiving. There was no reason to rush any decision, she should just try to relax and enjoy herself as she explored that brave new world. Then, without all that anxiety disturbing her, she would be able to listen to her heart and find out what she really wanted. 

That was it. Suzanne was happy with the wisdom of maturity. The time to act impulsively – something that she as Patrick used to do so routinely – has already passed a long ago. Now, she was a forty-seven years old woman. It was time to use all her experience.

The food was almost as enjoyable as the company she had that evening. More than ever, she was completely enchanted by Mr. Hill, who seemed especially inspired during that dinner. He praised the woman's beauty at the right times, told interesting stories, and listened to Suzanne while she was talking as if nothing in the world could interest him more. 

"... And that's the truth, Greg. I was so happy when I started working at the company. Not only because I could meet someone like you, but I also had a chance to start over. Before that, I was feeling like my life wasn't going anywhere. The last few years haven't been easy for me, but now I feel alive again."

"I feel extremely happy to hear that, Suzanne. You're such an amazing woman... You deserve nothing but happiness, and I'm glad to have helped you – even if just a little bit – to start this new chapter in your life."

"Your contribution was much greater than just a little bit, Greg, and you know that." 

"If you say so... I'm not here to argue with you. But anyway, it’s great to know that you're fully integrated to the company. As far as I know, everybody there loves you."

"Not exactly..."  

"What you mean?"

"Let’s see that some people there wouldn’t be sad to see me go away. Maybe they think I get some kind of special treatment for being your personal assistant?" 

"That’s absurd! Just tell me who is spreading those rumors and I'm going to fire them right away!" 

"That would just prove their point, wouldn't it?" 

"Damn, I guess you're right..." Mr. Hill lamented, and the two of them laughed. 

"But now seriously, yes, I was able to make some friends. I have an especially close relationship with Mary Pierce. You certainly know who she is."

"Mary Pierce from the financial sector?" Mr. Hill asked, looking a little troubled for the first time that night.

"Yes, it's her. Is that a problem?" 

"Well, I do not want to try to control your life, of course, but I would advise you to stay away from Ms. Pierce." 

"What?! Why?" 

Mr. Hill was reluctant for a moment before finally saying, "What I'm going to tell you has to stay here, okay? Unfortunately I can’t go into details because I still have no concrete evidence, but Ms. Pierce is under investigation. Suspicions are that she is using her position to steal company money."

"Mary? I can't believe it!" 

"I myself had a hard time accepting this possibility. Ms. Pierce has been with us for so long… But these suspicions were brought to me by Mr. Simmons, her immediate chief, who noticed some strange numbers in the company's accounting under her responsibility. As I said, there's still nothing proven so far, which means I'm still not making any kind of accusation here. However, if these suspicions become true, I wouldn't like to see you in the midst of the whirlwind."

Suzanne's mind was racing a mile a minute. Why was it that everyone around her were suspected of being criminals? Could that be true? Mary seemed to be such a nice person and she was being a great friend. But on the other hand, it was undeniable she acted strangely sometimes, like when she showed an obsessive aversion towards Mr. Hill without any plausible explanation. 

What if she had become close to Suzanne just to find out if Mr. Hill was suspicious of her? Could she be the person behind the corruption scheme that Mr. McFarland thought Mr. Hill was guilt for? Suzanne was less and less convinced that Mr. Hill could really be doing something wrong. She had been working as his secretary for a long time and she hadn't yet spotted any minimally suspect activity. 

Despite that, it was clear that Mary was trying to make Suzanne hate her boss. Perhaps Mary just wanted a spy at her side. That was something Suzanne would have to investigate in the future…

"But let's stop talking about problems" Mr. Hill suggested. "This was supposed to be a special night for us, after all."

He then held Suzanne's hands over the table, and looked deeply into her eyes. "I really enjoyed hearing you talking about how you feel alive again in this new phase of your life, my dear, because that's exactly how I feel, too, since I had the incredible good fortune to meet you. At my age, I really didn't expect to be so thrilled again. It was as if I had already experienced all that life had to offer, and I was already getting tired of that. But now... Now everything seems different, and this is all thanks to you. I know this is silly, but sometimes I feel like a teenager discovering new pleasures and falling in love for the first time. Because that’s true, Suzanne. I love you. I love you like I've never loved anyone else before."

The woman was open-mouthed after hearing all that. This was the first time Mr. Hill had said that he loved her, and she was almost absolutely certain that she loved him back. Now, more than ever, she was looking forward to what that night still had to offer them. Maybe... Just maybe, that could even be the night that would seal her fate forever…

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Hey guys!

I'm going to post the new "Model" chapter tomorrow, and maybe also a little new thing I have been thinking about... :-)