Desperation (closed)

He realized his offer had obviously seemed a bit more sexual than he intended, and maybe subconsciously he had meant it to, but that had not been his intention.

"No I actually meant it as a legitimate job, well as legitimate as it could be for something I literally came up with earlier this evening. I have quit my job, I mean I have no need to work ever again and I thought I would ask you to be my PA."
 
"Your PA? What kind of company are you starting?" Tara asked, looking at him with curiosity. He was worth a lot of money and he seemed to be willing to be generous with that money, but she still wasn't sure that this was the best situation for the both of them.
 
"Well technically no company, but I am not foolishly going to just live off the money I get. I am going to invest in shares and business ideas and that may require someone to arrange meetings, or even just make me a cup of coffee."

There definitely could be worse looking personal assistants to have around, he thought.

"I don't know, maybe you might find it demeaning or regard it as me throwing charity your way. But you are are a very attractive woman and I have already admitted that I would pay for your company, wether sexually or even just a dinner, and I would do the same just to have you help me buy new clothing for example."

He thought about it for a few seconds, think of a way to make it less seem like an excuse for charity.

"I tell you what. I will pay you a small daily salary, something that we both feel is sufficient for a few tasks like arranging meetings, phone calls and the like. It won't be much more than your job at the pizza place, but it will hopefully be less soul destroying, and you won't see it as charity. Then you can make a list of tasks you might think I would ask for, that you think fall outside of that, examples like shopping for the apartment or accompanying me to dinner. Those all have a price and will be paid as an ad hoc bonus for each task."
 
Tara looked at him as if he were crazy for wanting to pay her for something so insignificant. He wanted her to be a personal assistant in every sense of the word. He knew how much she hated her job, but was that really enough to offer an almost stranger a job that would mean a lot of control over his personal life? She wasn't so sure that he really knew what he was doing.

"Steve, we just met each other. Or at least we just got to know each other. Are you sure that you really want to do this?" She asked him, looking at him from across the car as he steered them back towards the apartment complex.
 
"Yes I am sure," he said with a nod, "this will help us both out. You will get a job that might not be as soil destroying, though I may be a demanding employer."

He gave her leg a reassuring squeeze, "and it may be nice for me to have someone help me improve my image, especially one so attractive."

He grinned at her, "besides you haven't seen the company uniform yet. Unfortunately the company does frown on fraternization between employees, so no chance for you to seduce me with your womanly wiles."
 
"I'm sure the uniform is much better than the one that I'm wearing right now." Tara said as he squeezed her leg in reassurance. "I'll think about it. How about that? No decisions made right now. I want a shower, some coffee, and then you're going to take me out. I believe that was the deal that you offered me earlier."
 
"yes I did promise you that." He returned his hand to the steering wheel, " when we get back you can get ready and I will brew you some coffee."

The pulled into the parking lot of their complex.

"When you are ready come over to my place."

After he parked he made sure he exited the car quickly so he could open her door for her.
 
Tara laughed softly as she saw Steven moving to get her out of the car as quickly as possible. It seemed that he was eager to get her into the apartment and dressed for their date. How long had it been since she had had a guy that excited to go on a date?
 
Helping her out the car, like a gentleman by the hand, he walked over to the elevators.

"Is the any particular type of coffee you like, I have some Kenyan, Jamaican or Italian blends," he waited for her to enter the elevator first before joining her. "Or I do have some local ones if you prefer that."

She could see the obvious joy that he felt at the prospect of a date with her.
 
"Is there really that big of a difference between coffees?" Tara asked, looking at Steve as he listed out all the different types that he had. "I mostly just drink whatever I'm given. I think we just keep whatever's cheep around the apartment. Back at home, I didn't even know that there was different brands until I was almost finished with high school."
 
He laughed, 'nice way to shoot down my smug way of trying to impress you. I guess like most thing there isn't much difference unless you pay attention. Although I can tell the difference in the coffees I have at home, I wouldn't be able to pick them out for certainty at a restaurant."

He once again waited for her to exit first, "I will just brew something that matches your personality, sweet, hot and with a bit of strong will."

They reached her door, "take your time getting ready, honestly there is no rush. I am pretty sure most night clubs don't even get busy till late and as far as I see it our date started when you got in my car this afternoon. If it ends with you falling asleep on my couch because you are too exhausted to go out I will still be happy."
 
"'ll let you know when I'm done." Tara promised as he ushered her to her apartment door and was soon hurrying to his own.

She stared after him for a long moment, shaking her head and laughing to herself. He was like a small child sometimes, but it seemed as if he really wanted to share an evening with her. She wasn't about to tell him no, no matter how tired she might have been. She could see that this was the beginning of a good friendship.
 
When he returned to his own apartment he put some coffee on to brew, just in case. He knew it would take her some time to get ready so he jumped in the shower himself. A few minutes later, after washing and grooming himself, he was standing in front of his open closet desiring what to wear. It did not take him long to realize that he didn't really have much modern, cool fashion that a young woman like her would be used to. It had been so long since he had gone out to a club, but he assumed jeans were still not acceptable at some places. So in the end he chose some smart pants, a collared shirt and the least suit looking of his jackets.
 
Tara took her time when she entered the apartment. It seemed that the coast was clear, which meant that her roommate was probably out entertaining someone for the evening. It was probably best that she was going out. She didn't want to be there if Chasity decided to take said person home.

She showered to get the grime of the restaurant off of her. When that was done, she moved to her bedroom to finish her hair and makeup. Then she looked into her closet at the meager offerings inside. She decided to dress casually in a skirt and a button down shirt. A pair of heels finished the look. It made her look a bit professional, but she didn't want to seem like she was trying super hard to get into Steve's pants.
 
Steve knew it would take longer for her to get ready than him, so he took his time, making sure he was properly shaved and groomed. He knew he probably seemed eager, but in the end he hadn't been on a date in a long time and he hadn't been on one with someone as young as as Tara in about a decade. He definitely had never been on a date with one as attractive as her.

He wasn't sure what the young woman wanted from a date. Did she view it as a friends thing, he had already offered to help her out financially, so maybe she was just being friendly. Was it more, she already knew he found her attractive and maybe she wanted to see if an older guy made a better boyfriend, or maybe she was just manipulating his attraction. Either way he did not mind, he had been willing to help her out anyway, he had plenty of money, and maybe he had subconsciously used that to manipulate her.

Putting on the coffee, he anxiously waited for her to come over, a hint of eagerness to see how she had dressed.
 
Once she was done, Tara moved into her living room and gathered a few things. She grabbed her wallet and shoved it into a purse that she borrowed from Chasity. When she opened the purse, she saw that there were condoms in the bottom. It made her pause, but she soon shrugged and left them there. She never knew where the evening would lead.

When she was ready, she stepped out of the apartment and was soon knocking on Steven's door, waiting for him to answer and let her inside.
 
When he heard the knock on the door, he was there almost too quickly, and opened it with an eagerness that betrayed his excitement.

His appreciative look was a dead give away that he liked what he saw.

"Hmmm," he finally managed to gather some control, "you clean up well."

He tried the casual joke, knowing full well that a woman like Tara knew what haffect her looks had on men, she wouldn't need to be reassured to know her looks were appreciated, and he was certain most men reacted with the same arousal he was.

He stepped aside to let her in, "make yourself comfortable, the coffee is about ready."
 
Tara looked down at what she was wearing, not really seeing anything special. It was clear by the way that he was staring that he liked something that he saw. She gave him a smile and shrugged her shoulders.

"I figured I should probably put on something nice if you're taking me somewhere fancy." She said as she entered the apartment and paused as she looked around.

It wasn't richly decorated. It was comfortable, a guy who obviously valued comfort over anything else. It was pretty nice, she told herself as he mentioned that the coffee was going to be ready soon.

"Good. I need a boost after today." She said as she moved to take a seat on his comfortable sofa, a sigh leaving her lips as she finally relaxed. "I've found that I don't enjoy children and I really don't enjoy their mothers."
 
He decided to refrain from any jokes about, making or practicing making kids being the fun part.

"Oh I find the secret of kids being that they must belong to someone else. I don't mind them that much, but then the ones I meet are usually interested in something I am and definitely someone else's problem when they get out of hand"

He poured their coffee, leaving the choice for her wether she wanted cream or sugar on the coffee table where she had taken a seat.

"Perhaps it would be different if I was their actual coach and not someone who just offered advice from time to time, then I would have a responsibility to get involved."

He placed the coffee down on the table and sat down next to her.

"The mothers on the other hand are something entirely different, I don't know what makes them drawn to me, especially some of the married ones. Don't get me wrong there are some nice women I meet who are genuinely just showing an interest in their child's pars time." He sat back turning to look at her, "but some, well it does get a little uncomfortable especially when you have met their husbands."

He smiled, "good thing for me is I am a strong willed man who can resist the temptation of a pretty woman, and the good news for you is you don't have to work with kids or their moms anymore, if you don't want to."
 
"It's the someone else that they belong to that are the issue." Tara said as he sat down next to her and offered her a mug of coffee. "I might be seriously thinking about your offer. That place is a dead end job that I desperately need, but you've been making a pretty tempting offer."

She picked up the mug and took a sip, marveling at the fact that it was actually really delicious. Coffee was typically something that she made and gulped down. This was a drink that was meant to be savored and enjoyed.

"I tell you what. You show me a good time tonight and then a good time at the Halloween party and I'll seriously think about your offer on the job." Tara commented, looking at him over the rim of the coffee cup.
 
The way she was looking at him, couldn't help but stir some feelings, and make him smile.

"Oh wow, two dates with you, I am definitely the luckiest man in this apartment block.i have to show you a good time twice," he grinned, "it sounds a little naughty, but isn't it you who should be showing me a good time to get the job."

He let his eyes meet hers for a few seconds, trying to match her look. He knew in that moment that she had him, he would do anything for her.
 
"Nah. I don't think I have anything really to prove. You know I'm poor. That means I would do a lot to keep a job." Tara said with a shrug of her shoulders. "But if you insist on references, I can scrounge up a few of them. Mostly old friends who have known me for a while. Chasity would probably just tell you to fuck me and get it over with, so you probably shouldn't talk to her."
 
He almost coughed up his coffee when she mentioned what Chasity would say, but just managed to hold it down. His reply however camped out choking and gurgled as he battle to recover.

"She is...the one...only one...I should ...listen to."

"No you already did well enough in the company interview," he put his mug down, " you proved you will look good in the company uniform" he turned and grinned at her, "though it would be funny to get some criticism from men from your past."
 
"So, you do admit that you want to fuck me." Tara said, grinning at him over the rim of her coffee mug as he said that Chasity was the only one that he should listen to. "I suppose I can hold off on all of those urges since you'll be my boss. I have to keep things professional after all. I wouldn't stand for the gossip that will spread around this apartment complex."

"Men from my past. That's a tricky subject because I'll never tell you about my hometown." Tara challenged as he grinned at her.
 
"Oh don't worry my dear, I have no intention in probing you," he smiled, "about your past that is." He placed his mug aside and turned to her, shifting slightly so he was looking at her more directly. "I think any references would be superfluous as I have already decided to hire you."

He wanted to drop his eyes, to scan her demeanor and try ascertain if she was reacting to their now obvious sexual banter. He knew he was already doomed as his mined had wondered too far and his stiffened manhood was showing it. But instead he locked eyes with her.

"As for fucking you, I don't want to do that." He paused slightly, "I want to make love to you. For as gorgeous as you are physically, there is that wit and banter that that we are having now, which highlights the intelligent girl I want to get to know, and fuck what the rest of the complex thinks."

He returned her playful grin, "that is not to say I wouldn't pay good money to take you right now on this sofa."
 
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