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clients.
                  Plus, having an in house photographer would save a lot of money. Veronica Hart was at the moment one of my famous clients she was the money maker. Shame she was as bright as a dim less light bulb. She was hot though and sex sold!
                  I picked up Miss Dawson’s CV. It was actually very impressive with respect to all the other applicants. Just on this she had the job. She didn't need a 2.5 million price tag. The phone rang. "Yeah" I answered.
                  "Mr Thomas" it was Hannah. "Miss Dawson is out here with me."
                  Fuck!
                  "Okay. I will be out in a second" I put down the phone. Moment of truth Maxwell. Be prepared for you have no idea what monster is sitting just outside that door!!!
                  I stepped outside my office and glanced over at the black sofa in the corner. A petite woman with long blonde hair was fidgeting in her seat and staring back at me. I breathed a sigh of relief. One head!! And not a mutant. Thank fuck for that. "Miss Dawson, thanks for coming in" She gave a breathtaking smile and rose up. "Hannah, have you finished everything?"
                  She looked up from her computer. "Um mm . . .  I think so." She started looking around her desk as if something was going to jump up and hit her.
                  "You can go. I just need to speak to Miss Dawson and it shouldn't take very long". Within a second Hannah had her bag, coat and was gone.  My attention turned back to Miss Dawson. "Ready when you are." She entered my office. Her black pencil skirt hit the curves of her arse perfectly and her long legs were in luring.
                  I shook my head.
                  Concentrate Maxwell!!
                  I made my entrance and she was standing in the middle of the room looking around. She looked nervous and distracted.
                  "Drink?"
                  "Yes please" she said with relief. She looked around the office again. "This is really impressive".
                  I nodded and headed over to the drinks cabinet. "G and T?" From her smile I knew it was a yes. "Take a seat on the sofa. I don't like sitting at the desk makes it all too formal." I poured two drinks, headed over and sat down besides her. She smelt amazing. "Here!" I passed her the drink. She looked at it, raised it to her mouth and took a sip. I watched as she wiped a drop from the side of her mouth and licked her finger.  How would those lips feel on me?
                  Fucking hell!!!              
                  This woman was worth much more than 2.5 million. This woman was priceless. Miss Dawson was the ultimate trophy girlfriend. She was what I needed. I could feel myself getting hot and blood flowing in places it shouldn't.
                  Just get on with it you prick!  I decided to take my subconscious advice.
                  "I read your CV that was more impressive than my office." She blushed and looked away. "No seriously, you have a diploma in English literature and business management. How did you find time to cram in all in?"
                  She shrugged and brushed some of her silky hair away from her face. "I just got on with it. No point dwelling on stuff and I didn't have much of a social life. In spite of what my father says."
                  I took a large gulp of my drink. Just hearing her talk made me what to bang her right here and now. I sat back on the sofa and with my free hand flopping over the back. I wanted to take her in. "What about admin skills, Miss Dawson?" I could slowly see her relaxing before me.
                  She tilted her head to the side. "Please call me George."
                  "George!" I raised an eyebrow such a masculine name for such a