He was bewitched. That was the first thing Noah thought as he looked at the two palms that had just held his executive assistant's full breasts. He felt dirty and ashamed of himself for wishing he could hold those two precious globes without her clothes. Imagining what they felt like bare was already driving him horny as hell. And her scent... Jesus tap-dancing Christ!

It was like someone was playing a prank on him. He was sexually frustrated, so he dreamed about his unsuspecting executive assistant, and now he accidentally touched her breasts? What kind of cruel twist of fate was this? If he even believed in such a thing. He wasn't the type of person who believed in destiny. He always believed that people always got to choose. And he could choose to forget about his stupid dream and hold his executive assistant's breasts. Right?

But he didn't just want to hold those breasts, he wanted to knead those mounds, play with the nipples with his mouth...

Fortunately, someone knocked on his office door, so his pornographic thoughts were interrupted. He had so many more elevator scenes he wanted to think about. He might end up masturbating again, like last night, when he was thinking about Ingrid while pleasuring himself. He was getting dirty with himself!

Ingrid entered the door with his coffee. Only then did he notice her blushing face, and her eyes seemed like they were about to cry. It wasn't because of the boob accident, was it?

Shit. Maybe she would sue him for sexual harassment! Or even if the news spread around AT that he had touched an employee, it would still be bad for his image. His clean reputation would be ruined if that happened!

"Ingrid, is something wrong?" he asked her after thanking her for the coffee.

"N-nothing, Sir," she replied softly, then turned away from him.

Noah quickly stood up. "Wait," he stopped her as she was heading for the door of his office. "H-has this got something to do with me a-accidentally holding your-"

"No, Sir!" She seemed like she was about to cry, and he got even more flustered. "H-it's not that." It was obvious she was struggling to hold back tears. "You didn't mean to."

He approached her as she sobbed. "Come here," he said softly and took her arm to guide her to the leather couch. "W-what happened to you? Are you okay?" Wait a minute, when did he start meddling in other people's problems?

"I-it's not a big deal, Sir," Ingrid replied, hesitantly sitting down.

"Sit down, please," he requested.

She stiffened slightly, avoiding the arm he was holding. "If you think whatever I'm feeling right now will affect my work, you're wrong, Sir. I can still do my job."

Noah felt embarrassed inside, like he had been rejected. "It's not that. I just want to know what's wrong. W-well, if you want to share it. But if you don't want to, I won't force you."

He saw Ingrid blushing on her beautiful face. "I'm sorry, Sir. I-I didn't mean to be rude. I appreciate your concern." She sighed. "T-there was... there was someone who harassed me in the jeepney earlier," she confessed in a soft and slightly trembling voice.

"W-what?!" he exclaimed. At that moment, he wanted to find the culprit and beat him up. Funny, because he wasn't really the violent type. "What did he do to you?" he asked angrily.

The woman clenched her fists. "H-he touched my thigh."

"Son of a bitch," he cursed under his breath.

"I was so scared, I couldn't fight back at first. T-then he did it again." She sobbed again, her eyes now wet. "I-I felt violated, Sir. As a woman, it felt like that jerk looked down on me. Like I was just an object he could touch without asking."

He gently pulled her to sit on the couch and sat down beside her.

"He probably thought I liked it because my skirt was lifted. I just got off the jeepney, I wish I could have slapped him or hit him with my bag, but I was already panicking. Then, it felt like no one in the jeepney wanted to stand up for me, they were just watching. There was even someone who looked at me like I was wrong." She started crying. "M-maybe... maybe they were right, women shouldn't show too much skin or wear sexually-provocative clothes."

"Hey..."

He wanted to hold her hand, but he stopped himself. This woman was very vulnerable right now, and according to her story, she had been harassed earlier. She might misinterpret his actions. It was a good thing she didn't think anything of his accidental touching of her breasts earlier. But now he was the one overflowing with lust!

"Listen to me very well, Ingrid," Noah said.

The woman looked into his eyes after wiping her tears. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were big and light brown; guarded and shy.

"Whoever told you that it's the women's fault if they get harassed is wrong," he told her. "As far as I know, no one wants to be harassed. We are all sexual in nature, yes. But we've come a long way to be carried away by primal and barbaric instincts. We can't use that as an excuse to do wrong. Wrong is wrong. It's not right for anyone to touch you or even touch the end of your hair or finger without your permission, even if you were naked and riding that jeepney."

Right. Because if he was going to harass her, he would have already made sexual advances towards this woman. He could use his position at AT, or hell, even his good looks as his capital. He could try to seduce her to satisfy his sexual frustration. But he didn't want to do that because he knew it was wrong. One of the rules for their AT owners was that they couldn't have relationships with employees. And he didn't even know if Ingrid had a boyfriend. Besides, she wasn't the type of woman who would just give in to casual sex. She looked too dainty and a little old-fashioned. But, damn. Maybe that was why he was getting lustful towards her. Having sex with a shy and quiet woman like her would be a blast for sure.

"R-right," Ingrid said softly, a spark in her wet eyes. "You're right, Sir. I just thought that, maybe because I'm not surrounded by people like you, the logic. I've heard so many stories about women being harassed, and they're blamed because they're supposedly indecent or their clothes are indecent."

"That's bullshit. Don't believe that kind of thinking. It's just an excuse for those assholes."

"That's bullshit. Don't believe that kind of thinking. It's just an excuse for those assholes."

He was surprised when she chuckled softly. "You know how to swear, Sir."

"I'm sorry you had to hear that. I'm just... I'm just mad. But just remember everything I've said, okay? It's not your fault if someone harasses you. And don't let other people make you think less of yourself. At the end of the day, your own opinion about yourself is more important than what other people say."

"Thank you, Sir. I wish all men were like you." She looked at his desk. "Your coffee might be cold, Sir!" she said, standing up. "I'll just make you a new one."

Noah shook his head and stood up. "No, it's fine. You can go back to your desk now, Ingrid."