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closing the back door behind
him once he was seated and then going around to the driver’s door
and pulling away from the curb a second later.
     
    Isobel watched the tail lights fade
into the distance and then looked at the business card she still
held in her hand with a thoughtful look. Tyler James: CEO/Owner
Tyler Morgan Inc. her eyes widened at the heading. CEO/Owner? Holy
shit batman, she might have just hit the jackpot. She walked back
into the bar with a determined step to her stride. She couldn’t
wait to get the last hour of work over and done with so she could
get home and think about things.
     
    A few hours later, her plan was
hatched and her mind made up. She was sick to death of working in
the bar. No prospects, crappy wages and horrible customers made the
place a living hell for her, and she would do just about anything
to get out of there. She knew she would be taking a chance, but she
hadn’t handed her notice in at the bar yet, so she knew that if all
else failed she could go back to work there as normal.
     

Chapter Two
     
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    The following morning she woke early
and jumped out of bed eagerly. Today could be the start of a
completely new life for her, and she wanted to be prepared for it.
She ran herself a hot bath, cleaned her teeth, plucked her eyebrows
and checked that she didn’t need to shave anywhere, making sure
that her under arms and legs were smooth. She’d had a bikini wax
just two days ago, so even her pussy was well trimmed, although she
didn’t think that would be applicable for what she had in mind
anyway.
     
    A short while later she was finished
with her bath and her long auburn hair was dried and put up in a
neat chignon, giving her a sincere but sexy look. She applied the
minimum of make-up; a hint of eye-shadow and a sweep of mascara
accentuated her almond shaped green eyes. A faint dab of blusher to
highlight her cheekbones and she was ready to put her clothes
on.
     
    She walked back into her bedroom and
started to get dressed. A lacy white bra and matching thong with
thigh-high hold-ups went on first, followed by a crisp white blouse
that was just a teeny bit see-through. A black skirt that ended
just above her knees and a matching black jacket were finished off
with a pair of patent black leather stilettos. She walked over to
the full length mirror, gave her clothes a tweak here and there and
then nodded in satisfaction. She looked professional, but sexy;
exactly what she wanted.
     
    She grabbed herself a quick cup of
coffee after checking the time. She wanted to be there early, but
not so early that she’d stand out like a sore thumb while she
waited. Grabbing her keys, she locked her front door and made her
way to her car.
     
    Her nerves started to get to her a
little on the short trip into town, but it was nothing she couldn’t
handle and she was of the opinion that it was a case of nothing
ventured, nothing gained. She parked her car in the underground
parking lot beneath the Tyler Morgan office block and rode the
elevator up to the lobby, smoothing down her skirt and taking a
deep, calming breath as the door opened.
     
    Isobel walked into the lobby towards
the reception desk and looked around her in awe. Black marble tiles
were beneath her feet and leather chairs and couches lined the
wall-papered walls. The whole place had an air of opulence to it
that took her breath away. She pinned a smile to her face that she
hoped hid her nerves and asked the receptionist if Mr. James was in
his office yet, to be told that he was yet to arrive.
     
    She walked across to the seating area
and sank down into one of the chairs that faced the main door and
elevator. She wanted to make sure that she could see him when he
walked in otherwise her plan would be shot before she’d even had a
chance to put it in motion.
     
    She didn’t have too long to wait, as
just a few minutes later the man in question walked out of the
elevator, striding towards the reception desk with