That's a Job for a MILF 31.2

The man was wearing a fancy suit, white dress shirt, and black and blue striped tie. He was in his fifties, but still Suzanne thought that he looked great. He had a fit body, and despite the fact that he was wearing a suit it was possible to see that he had muscular arms. His face was very charming, with a strong jaw, and deep green eyes. His hair was gray, which suited him entirely, making him look even more like a powerful, experienced man. 

But it wasn't his appearance what impressed Suzanne the most. There was something else about him – some kind of manly, confident aura that was irresistible to her. He was so different from her useless deceased husband… Mr. Hill seems like a real man! She thought, as if she really had been Suzanne all her life… As if she really had lived through all those events she'd read about in that mysterious diary…

The woman had to struggle to remind herself why she was there. She had to spy on Mr. Hill to find out if he was actually selling company's confidential information to competitors. Then, she would go back to being Patrick, and hopefully Mr. McFarland would be so happy that she would get a big promotion at work. 

Her body, however, didn't seem to agree with that plan. Just seeing Mr. Hill in front of her made the woman wildly aroused. Her mature nipples were hard, and her legs were shaking a little. She was sure that if she had a real pussy, it would be soaking wet now. 

Why did that man have such a powerful effect on her?

"Mrs. Mason, I'm glad to finally meet you" Mr. Hill said, gently grasping the woman's much smaller hand. 

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Hill" Suzanne said, smiling and unconsciously arching her back so her boobs got even more prominent. 

The man said that the receptionist could leave and then returned to his desk. "Please, take a sit, Mrs. Mason." Suzanne did as requested, graciously sitting in front of him. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked. 

"Thank you, Sir, but I am fine."

"Mrs. Mason, if we're going to work together, we don't need such formality when we're alone. You can call me Gregory."

"Understood, Sir... I mean, Gregory. In this case you can call me Suzanne, too. I have to say that I am very happy for this opportunity. I still can't believe this is actually happening. I know I don't have so much experience, but I promise that I'll do my best not to disappoint you."  

"I'm absolutely sure you're going to be a perfect assistant, Suzanne. When you applied for this job, I knew right away you were the person I was looking for… A classy, well-educated woman from an important English family… I was fully convinced that you would have the necessary etiquette to deal with our clients. It's almost impossible to find someone like you nowadays."

"Thank you, Gregory. I'm flattered!" Suzanne smiled again. If she were a young lady, she thought she would have blushed up hearing that. But she was a experienced woman... And she knew she deserved all those compliments. "However, if I may ask, how could you possibly know all this about me just by reading my resume?" 

"Well, let's say that I have my means of knowing more about the people I intend to hire" he smirked. "But I am curious about something... Why would a woman like you decide to apply for this vacancy?"

"Being honest, the truth is that I've always wanted to work, but I decided to take care of my Brianna, my beloved daughter, while she was still young, and also my husband never liked the idea of me working."

"Has he changed his mind now?" 

"In fact, he passed away some time ago." 

"Oh, I'm deeply sorry to hear that." 

"Thank you, Gregory... But I thought you would know about that. Haven't you researched about me?"

"Not at that extent! I'm not some kind of stalker..." he said, and the two of them laughed. "Anyway, as I said, I'm happy you're here. I'm sure you will be a great addition to our team. I'll be a pleasure to work with you." 

"I say the same, Gregory. I can hardly wait to get started..." Suzanne said, wondering about the real meaning of the man's last sentence. If all the rumors about him were real, she was sure that he wasn't referring only to work when he talked about the pleasure he would feel...