Rachel looked up and saw Matthew entering the office.
Her face instantly turned cold. For some reason, she always wanted to maintain an aloof demeanor. Although she didn't really feel that way inside, she acted like so. It was like a conditioned reflex.
When Matthew saw Rachel, he felt a warmth in his heart.
She was wearing a pencil skirt with a wine-red silk blouse tucked into it, accentuating her slender waist. Her voluptuous curves stretched the fabric of her blouse tightly.
Matthew felt his mouth go dry as he approached her. "Rachel, that's a nice blouse. What material is it?" As he asked, he reached out to touch the blouse.
Rachel looked puzzled, not understanding why he was so interested in her blouse. She silently watched as he rubbed the smooth fabric with his hand.
Her face suddenly turned red. He wasn't interested in the fabric; he was clearly using it as an excuse to take advantage of her. But she couldn't bring herself to refuse him.
Matthew's actions became bolder. Rachel felt like she had to say something soon, or it would seem like she lacked propriety. She frowned and said, "Matthew, what are you doing? This is my office. The door is still open."
Matthew picked up a different meaning from her words and quickly went to close the door.
Seeing this, Rachel felt her body heat up and her face flush. "What… what are you doing? Why did you close the door? It's broad daylight, and this is an office."
Matthew smiled and said, "I'm not doing anything. I just closed the door." As he spoke, he pulled Rachel closer and slipped his hand under her blouse.
Red-faced, Rachel scolded, "You… What are you doing? This is an office…" Her voice trailed off until it was barely audible.
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