She needs my help.

"Jim," Rachel says as I turn away from the closed door to face her. "Did you tell Mom about meeting me?!"

I know the answer she wants immediately. Better yet, I am able to give it to her just as quickly, as it's the truth.

"No. In fact, I haven't talked to her at all since she left the house this morning," I replied.

"Good," Rachel said.

She then turned away from me briefly, walking back around to stand behind her desk. Try as I might, I could not stop myself from taking a brief glance at her ass, which was covered tightly by her pinstriped skirt.

I then lost the view as she sat down behind the desk.

"Now, Jim," she said, gesturing to a similar seat on my side of the desk.

"Yes?" I asked, unsure exactly how to refer to her.

"I need you to keep this a secret from Mom because it may involve her later on," Rachel continued. "A lawsuit just came to my boss, and he assigned me to it because he knows Mom works there, and thought I might have some inside information that would help us win."

"Makes sense to me," I said, again quickly stating the truth.

"Right," she said. "Only problem is, I don't have the right information."

"Don't look at me!" I said defensively. "I'm sue your Mom would be happy to give you any information you need to help her!"

"I bet!" Rachel said. "The only problem is my boss is representing the other side of this case."

"OH!" I said, covering my mouth with one hand. "Well, even if I can, I'm not going to give you anything that might make your mother lose her job!"

"Really?!" my stepdaughter asked me. "Even if I give you a 'job?!"

Before I could answer, I saw she was just finished unbuttoning the jacket of her suit, giving me a full view of her bra-covered chest.