Mistress of pleasure

well heres my new story guys.

this is only a prologue :)

  Annalise stood outside Tyrese Jacobs's office. She took a deep breath preparing herself for the  interview.

"Stay calm" she chanted to herself.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

" Come in " a velvet tone voice spoke from behind the door. Her hand tentatively turned the silver round, door handle and she pushed the door slowly open. Annalise's eyes roamed the room to find that she was the only one there.  "How strange", she thought.

She gazed at the mahogany, wood-panelled walls. It gave the office a masculine, yet elegant atmosphere. Her attention was soon upon the erect leather upright chair with mahogany legs. The positions this chair could support.

Her hand leaned over to stroke the polished desk, which felt smooth and expensive. It appeared to be as clear as a diamond apart from the apple Mac that rested in the  middle of the desk.

Annalise didn't realise Tyrese was analysing her every move from the corner of the room waiting for her to notice that his eyes were up on her. Tyrese could hardly contain himself whilst watching Annalise slowly stroke the desk. He could tell she didn't know when to keep her hands to herself. He gawked at her curvy figure and her beautiful bodacious  bum as she leaned out further to get a better feel of the desk. He would happily oblige to showing her different angles of the desk , since she appeared to be so fascinated by it.   

"Good to see you admiring my furniture Miss French" Tyrese smirked, whilst stepping out of the shadowed corner of the room.

Annalise's breath hitched within her throat as she stared upon Tyrese's copper toned skin, down to his perfect,plum,precious inviting lips that curved into a breath taking smile. Her imagination went wild as she lusted over Tyrese's chiselled  abs, the way his muscles flexed underneath his expensive  Armani Italian suit.  Her chest started to rise as her breathing became unsteady. She tried to compose herself; however it was no use. The sound of his seductive voice was nothing compared to the God like figure that towered over her.

 Annalise was under Tryese's spell.  She snatched her hand away from the desk quickly, whilst giving Tyrese a sheepish look.

" Good afternoon Mr. Jacobs, it's a pleasure to meet you" She said, still feeling slightly embarrassed.

" The pleasures all mine Miss French , please take a seat" Tyrese gestured to the leather chair opposite his own that sat behind the desk.

She sat down, her feeling of embarrassment soon faded and was replaced with newly found confidence. She was determined to get the opportunity to be his assistant.

"I will ask you a series of questions; of course I expect you to answer honestly" Tyrese spoke softly."Do you understand?"

" Yes"

"Are you willing to work 24hours a day?"

"I am" Annalise replied without a moment's hesitation.

"Your resume says  you've graduated from Cambridge , now tell me why a Cambridge graduate would want to work as an assistant?"

"I think that gaining the experience in an area of work you would like to eventually do it better than , starting out knowing nothing."

"Well, Miss. French I have to be honest with you as impressive as your resume is...I'm afraid I have already found an assistant, shortly  before you arrived." Tyrese could not employ Annalise, her beauty left him breathless. He had no doubt that it would have that same effect on his male staffs.

"Then what was the purpose of this interview?" Annalise asked obviously confused as to why he had bothered to interview her in the first place.0

" I would like to offer you another proposition"

"And what would that be Mr. Jacobs"

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