It was a typical Tuesday morning in the bustling city of New York when Emma walked into the luxurious penthouse office of Jack, the handsome and successful businessman she had been corresponding with for the past few weeks. Emma, a white woman in her early 30s, had recently moved to the east coast from her hometown in western California, and she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the sophisticated and confident man sitting behind the large mahogany desk.
"Emma, it's so nice to finally meet you in person," Jack said, standing up to greet her with a warm smile and a firm handshake.
"Likewise," Emma replied, trying to steady her nerves.
The two had met online and quickly hit it off, bonding over their shared love of travel and adventure. They had been talking and flirting for weeks, but this was the first time they were meeting face-to-face.
"Please, have a seat," Jack said, gesturing to the plush leather armchair across from his desk.
Emma sat down, crossing her legs and trying to appear as calm and composed as possible. But the truth was, she couldn't stop thinking about the steamy messages and racy photos they had exchanged over the past few weeks.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" Jack asked, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I'll take a water, thank you," Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack walked over to the small wet bar in the corner of his office and poured her a glass of water, then returned to his seat behind the desk.
"So, Emma, tell me more about yourself," he said, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers.
Emma took