James led Anne inside the run down bar that was also his home.
"So this is an infamous property?"
Anne said as she followed behind James with a smile on her face.
Today was just one surprise after another, though she didn't fully trust James' words about not doing anything. She still followed him and agreed to his "plans".
Although he did not say anything about getting married and instead talked about hiring her to be his personal secretary.
Anne did not decline his offer and James quickly asked her to lead him to her company where he talked with the head of her department and quickly got her out of her job.
The process was quick and easy, although James had been disinherited, he was still a Bowen. Although his parents had publicly cut ties with him, he still had connections and his own personal funds.
No one knew that he was left with nothing and all that he had were the things left behind by his fiance.
Though James did not really explain that, the more people were wary of his reach, the better.
He was a paper tiger, but, under all that false bravado was a force that could ignore even the strongest influences in the world.
Anne though, unaware of these things simply felt relieved to be free of that toxic work environment. It wasn't her fault that she was attractive. If her female colleagues really wanted to attract attention then they should stop eating snacks and "white" sweet coffee.
She did not look good because she was born beautiful, working out and yoga had become a habit to her.
Counting calories and eating just enough was something that came naturally after years of being mindful.
Anne did not gorge herself in delight, she wasn't drawn to the smell of sweets and she wasn't a big fan of beers or alcohol.
What other people envy was her choice, Anne believed that anyone could be as beautiful or even more attractive than her. All they had to do was put the work in.
People would wear braces and look extremely unattractive during high school but suddenly become beauties and hunks in college up till their late adult life.
That was one of the reasons why she believed that there was a connection between him and James.
Yes, maybe James had more freedom to work on his appearance but that was simply financial freedom. All that meant was that he had access to better tools and assistance. In the end, he still had to work hard in order to develop and maintain his handsome appearance.
Fortunately, few people were aware of James' unfair birthright.
Following her exit from her previous company, Anne followed James who led her to his infamous property.
It was a run down bar that was just a few hundred meters away from Anne's previous workplace.
The moment she entered the bar, a deep smell of dust and alcohol assaulted her senses.
She tried to hold it in but the musky air was just too much as she coughed loudly.
"Sorry about that, this place is a mess but it won't be for long. Once I get the company planned out, renovations could be started and this dump would become our office.", James spoke with an apologetic tone which caused Anne to let out a sigh as she answered.
"Don't worry, we all have to start somewhere right? And didn't all the billion dollar companies start out in a small garage? We have a run down bar but two stories and a large floor space is a hundred times better than a cramped garage in the suburbs"
"Yeah"
James led Anne up to the penthouse, Anne had initially felt a bit of hesitation the moment James opened a steel door but it only took her a few seconds to gather herself and follow him.
She had already quit her job, what else was she planning to do? It's not like James was a beast, she personally saw how he chickened out… moreover! She was the one to make the first move!
With such thoughts, Anne regained her confidence as she followed James up the stairs and into a bright luxurious penthouse.
"..."
She could only stare in awe as James went ahead and showed her around the place…
༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻
[Quite bold of you, I thought she was a secretary? Why show her around the house?]
A duplex penthouse with a large floor space, the second floor has one large master bedroom and over a dozen smaller medium sized rooms that are larger than some suburban homes would have. The first floor has a wide living room, a wide kitchen, an indoor gym, and a large indoor pool and jacuzzi. What is a single man supposed to use it all for?
James responded to the system, he planned to hire the most important members of his business and turn his home into their private office.
Of course, he had that perverted desire to make a harem but most of his trusted people were bound to be women. He can't really make men fall for him, even if he did, he'd rather not have his ass be in danger 24/7.
There is a reason why James ended up becoming a male escort instead of a drug dealer in his previous life.
Among the many illegal "looks easy" jobs, people are always going to get drawn into the ones they think would be fun.
Drug Dealers are, most of the time, addicts themselves, many would be shocked to learn that the richest drug lords had never taken drugs before yet all the lower ranked members who actually sold the "goods" were the ones most addicted to it.
James, much like many who entered the field of "adult entertainment" thought that it would be a breeze. An easy job where they do what they love doing and earn money from it.
Moreover! If he wasn't actually perverted or lustful, why would the literal "Lord of Lust" choose HIM to be their successor?
Getting called a pervert? James was used to it and the system's taunts didn't faze him.
He knew what kind of person he was but he also made sure to draw a line.
[Careful now, you must control Lust, not let it control you]
…
James did not reply to the system, instead he turned his attention to Anne who was now picking which room she wanted.
"This one"
Anne had picked the room that was right in front of the master's bedroom, James gave her a curious look which she replied to with a flirtatious wink.
Smirking, James pulled Anne into his arms, his hands firmly grasping her ass while he whispered into her ears.
"Is this what you want?", after whispering, James raised his head and stared down at Anne in his grasps for a moment before leaning in slowly for a kiss.
"Ahn~", Anne let out a seductive moan but she kept a foxy look on her face as she pushed her body up against James'. This stopped James in his tracks and at that moment, Anne pressed her raised index finger on James lips.
"Business first boss~♡", she spoke in a flirtatious tone while winking.
James let go of her, an act that made Anne smile but also planted a seed within her heart.
The key is knowing when to be forceful and when to give up. Some men don't really care about foreplay and flirting which is why they fail no matter how good looking and rich they are.
[Confidence and looks would attract attention, flirting and foreplay builds desire, timely action leads to…]
Obsession
James and the system had synced up, the practice of seduction was simple but knowing what to do, how to do it and when it should be done is something that could only be known through experience.
Even the most successful playboys were incapable of doing it.
There is a reason why many men and women get obsessed with escorts who are not the best nor are the worst.
If you have good looks, that becomes your strongest weapon, when you have nothing? You create a weapon.
James had long mastered the art of manipulating obsessions, it's the only way he could get a consistent source of income. Repeating customers- that is something many would say is a myth in the escort industry.
But if you offer something more than just sex, if you could give a true experience- then having repeat customers would not be a myth but a fact.
"So when are you moving in?"James asked as Anne looked around the room and assessed the interior.
Hearing James question, Anne turned to him as she thought for a moment.
"It's still early afternoon, maybe we could finish it today…", Anne said offhandedly but James took that as confirmation as he immediately answered-
"I'll call a moving company, where's your address-"
Anne rushed at James and grabbed his phone, James did not resist or fight back and just let her take it.
"Wait! Let me get my things cleaned up first!", blushing Anne had James phone tightly in her grasp as she had a panicked look on.
Seeing her expression, James could already tell the source of her panic.
"I'll help you, we could get it done quicker if I help out right?"
Anne shook, she wanted to reject James but…
"Fine"
She could only agree helplessly as she then led James to her own apartment.