Charlotte Mattau, Zack's mother, was a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her thirties. She was wearing a white nightgown with a deep neckline that did little to hide her full, round breasts. Furthermore, through the thin fabric, it was impossible not to notice her hard nipples.
Since it would have been rude to keep staring at her huge chest, I quickly looked up, meeting her beautiful face instead. Her brown hair was lovely, and her blue eyes and warm smile gave her an incredibly kind appearance. As much as she had the same eyes as her son, they seemed like different people.
"Yes, ummm… I'm a colleague of Seraphina's…" I said, lacking much confidence in my response. After all, it was difficult to define my relationship with that woman. I also didn't want to admit that I was, in fact, something akin to an employee of hers.
