Chapter 9 Bold Move

As my hands kept traveling around her body, Mrs. Hayes moaned with pleasure.

Her seductive voice nearly made me go limp.

I could tell that she enjoyed my service very much.

And I also enjoyed giving her the massage.

As my hands swept across her smooth nightgown, I imagined that I was touching her naked body.

I was obsessed with her smooth and supple skin.

Gradually, Mrs. Hayes started responding to my touch a bit differently.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her fair skin began to turn slightly red.

Her face grew flushed, and her expression looked a little unnatural.

I had a theory in mind, and to test it, my hand deliberately reached down to a sensitive spot—the inner sides of her thighs.

Sure enough, I felt her body twitch uncontrollably under my touch.

I knew that she was turned on.

"Keith, how old are you?"

Her sudden voice snapped me back to reality.

"24, Mrs. Hayes."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No."

"What a pity!"

"You should have a girlfriend at that age. Why don't you find one?"

"Mrs. Hayes, you know me. I joined the army when I was 17 years old. That was before I could even graduate from high school. I didn't go to college and am poorly educated. No girl would like someone like me."

"What're you talking about? You are young, reliable, and hard-working. What's more, you're very handsome. Men who have served in the army all have a strong, manly aura. "

"Really?"

I felt a little embarrassed, thinking that maybe Mrs. Hayes was just being nice to me.

But she nodded sincerely.

"When I was young, I wanted to have a boyfriend who served in the army. But unfortunately, I never got the chance..."

Hearing what she said, I was stunned.

What if I was a little bolder—how would she react then?

After mulling over this question for a while, I decided that there would only be two possible outcomes.

Firstly, maybe I would be slapped in the face by Mrs. Hayes, be driven out of here dejectedly, and never see Mrs. Hayes again.

Or maybe Mrs. Hayes would be aroused and hold me in her arms, letting me do whatever I wanted.

'It doesn't matter. Just take a shot at it. Maybe Mrs. Hayes is even waiting for me to make a move!'

As I massaged her inner thighs, one of my fingers "accidentally" slid across her private part.

"Ah...!"

Mrs. Hayes's pretty lips suddenly parted as she let out a seductive gasp.

I could tangibly feel that she was trying her best to control her body and voice.

I held my breath in nervous anticipation.

If she scolded me or beat me at this time, it meant that she didn't have any feelings for me and that I wouldn't have a chance to go further.

But if she kept her mouth shut and pretended nothing had happened, it meant that she approved of my boldness and that maybe she would even want more.

"Keith, that felt good just now. Keep massaging me there..."

Oh, my God!

Was this a hint?

Or a direct declaration?

I was so excited that I grasped the hem of her nightgown, fully intending to lift it.

Just then, my phone buzzed.

Startled slightly, I stopped what I was doing in a hurry.

I took out my phone and found it was a message from Mr. Hayes.

"Hurry up and bring me the thumb drive. The client is arriving earlier than expected!"

As I read this message, I felt as though a bucket of cold water was poured over my head.

"Mr. Hayes just texted me. He asked if I could send him the thumb drive as soon as possible. The client will arrive earlier than we thought, so it's pretty urgent."

Mrs. Hayes turned her head and looked at me with her big watery eyes.

"Then you should go now."

"How are you feeling now, Mrs. Hayes?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, Keith."

Seeing how flustered she looked, I felt my heart sink.

"You're most welcome. Mrs. Hayes, get some rest at home. Please excuse me."

Mrs. Hayes nodded.

"His trousers are in the walk-in closet. You can find the thumb drive there."

I ran into the walk-in closet and quickly found Mr. Hayes's pants.

When I found the thumb drive, I pocketed it securely.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Hayes in a hurry, I left and drove straight to the company.

On the way, Mrs. Hayes texted me.

"Keith, thank you so much. My tailbone doesn't hurt anymore!"

There was a cute smiling emoji at the end of the sentence.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Hayes. I'm relieved to know that you're fine."