That's a Job for a MILF 32.4

Suzanne's hope that she was finally about to spot something huge that could incriminate Mr. Hill turned into a big frustration. The man wasn't lying when he said that the documents he was working on were nothing extraordinary. They were about a large order from China that the man was dealing with personally, but there was no indication of something irregular in the negotiation. 

Still, since she had already volunteered for the task, Suzanne stayed there helping him for many hours until the papers are finally finished. Despite everything, she was convinced that it hadn’t been a complete waste of time. She had at least taken the opportunity to gain Mr. Hill's confidence and get closer to him. 

"Well, I think it's all done" he said. "Thank you very much, Suzanne. Without your help, I wouldn’t be even close to finish this." 

"You're welcome, Gregory! I'm always glad to assist you." 

"That's really great to know" he smirked. "Now, what about a drink to celebrate? I have a nice wine here that I was saving for a special occasion." 

"If you were saving it, why waste it now?" she asked playfully.

"Well, I can't think of a more appropriate time. You and me here... I'm very, very happy to have met you, Suzanne" he added in a peculiar way, and Suzanne wondered if he was talking just about work of something else. 

Mr. Hill then took the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Suzanne sipped the delicious wine, feeling her nerves settle down a little. There was a certain tension in the air – a good one, it's true, but she was unsure about what was going to happen

They then started talking informally for the first time since they had met, and Suzanne really enjoyed that. Mr. Hill was a pleasant companion, and he really knew how to impress a woman. He told fun stories about the beginning of his career and his youth. At some point, he also talked about the time he had been married. 

"Have you never thought about getting married again, Gregory?" Suzanne asked. 

"Of course I have!" he stated, filling their cup for the third or fourth time. "I guess I just didn’t find the right person during all those years. I didn't want to repeat the same mistakes of the past."

"I see... and you never had kids?" 

"No. My ex-wife was afraid of pregnancy because according to her it could ruin her figure... Do you see why I say she was a complicated woman? It wasn't a big deal when I was younger, but now I regret accepting this. I really wish I had children."

"Well, you still can. You just need to get into a relationship with a young woman." 

"Oh, no, I don't think this is the right moment to raise a baby. Not anymore... Also, I'm not that interested in a young wife. You know, I think that more experienced women have something special that is impossible to find in a younger one… I appreciate them much more. But obviously I wouldn't object to having a relationship with someone who already has children... I would even be willing to assume a paternal role, so to speak... You're a mother, aren't you? Why don't you talk a little about your daughter and how you feel being a parent?"  

Suzanne felt a shiver as she heard that. Was Mr. Hill implying what she thought he was implying? Her maternal instinct loved to hear "I would even be willing to assume the paternal role". Yes, her daughter definitely needed some male influence in her life… Suzanne had to struggle to remember herself that she wasn't actually a Mom and that Brianna, or Christine, wasn't really a young woman. None of that was true! But then why did it feel so real? 

She then began to talk about Brianna like any other proud mother, unable to differentiate fantasy from reality. She knew that the love she felt for her supposed daughter was genuine, and this was unlike anything she had ever felt before… It was powerful, unconditional – Something that only a mother could feel. How could she say it was just acting when she felt like that? That situation was so confusing… 

Mr. Hill listened carefully, smiling and looking truly interested. This pleased Suzanne immensely – Nothing could make a mother happier than a company willing to hear more about her children, after all…

"You know, Suzanne, I really admire you" Mr. Hill said. 

"Me? Why, Gregory?"

"I think you are a very brave woman who wasn't afraid to start over, always thinking about your daughter's good. I see how you talk about her, and it says a lot about you! You are smart, persevering, trustworthy…"

Mr. Hill then got up and offered a hand to Suzanne. When she realized what was going on, the man's arms were wrapping her tightly against his body, and she had put her arms around his neck. 

"…Not to mention the fact that you are so beautiful… A stunning woman" he whispered, looking directly into her eyes. "I think I just found the person I was looking for..."