Mark had initially hired Heather in the hopes of being able to have an assistant that he would not be attracted to. Now Heather was quite lovely, albeit a little nerdy. She wore glasses and had long red hair she kept tied back in a ponytail. She had freckles strewn across her cheeks and nose. Her slender frame was certainly appealing, though she often kept herself quite thoroughly covered up with layers. Mark simply didn't feel any spark between himself and Heather, which was something the human resources department breathed a sigh of relief about. What Mark hadn't counted on, was Heather's daughter Hannah.
Hannah had been in college a few years now, and had embraced something akin to a hippie lifestyle, much to her conservative mother's embarrassment. Hannah often wore short, tie died skirts, revealing her long and slender legs. It was not a challenge at all to get the opportunity to admire her peachy little ass. She had her mother's red hair and freckles, but she let her hair flow freely and wildly. She often wore crop tops, exposing her shoulders and much of her chest.
Hannah would often visit the office of her mother to gossip about college life, to which Heather would often lecture Hannah about how unbecoming this behavior was. Hannah would often chime back that her behavior was not "bad" but "liberated."
These arguments would sometimes be witnessed by Heather's colleagues, furthering her embarrassment. Heather often apologized to Mark about these occasional public bouts. Truth be told, he didn't mind the opportunity to let his eyes take in Hannah's lovely body. Hannah would sometimes notice him looking at her and send a smirk his way.
One day, Hannah had stepped into Mark's office wearing her usual skirt and a sunflower yellow crop top. "Is my mother around?" she asked.
"She went out for her lunch break," Mark said, "She will be back in about an hour."
Hannah paused for a moment. "Oh okay," she said, "Is it alright if I wait here?"
Mark tried to keep his eyes off of her, looking back and forth between his papers and his computer. "If you want," he said.
"My mother is so controlling," Hannah commented, "I don't know how you put up with her every day."
Mark replied, "It's actually a very helpful trait in running this office. Besides. It's only because she cares about you."
"If you really love something," Hannah reasoned, "you set it free and nurture it to be exactly what it needs to be for itself. You don't try to make it a little clone of yourself."
"Hard to argue with your logic," Mark relented, "I've never had kids so I can't really comment one way or the other."
