I'll be fine. Just trust me. I’ve got this." Toby repeated. "Well if your sure son. Good luck" He sounded reluctant but what other choice did he have and Toby was determined to prove him wrong. Toby smiled, he knew this was his chance to prove to his Dad and show him what a great businessman and heir to his company he was. He stepped out of the front door and saw Rachel’s Audi R8 waiting for him. He climbed into the driver’s seat and couldn’t help but enjoy the rumble of the engine and the vibrations of the car beneath the leather seats. He put the car into reverse and headed out into the road, trying to run through the pitch in his head, when all he could think about was the naked woman tied to the bed back home. The company’s offices were only a 10 mile drive around the corner and with the speed of the Audi he was there in no time he was pulling up to the security gates, and signing into reception. Still 15 minutes to go till the pitch, so plenty of time to get his head in order. He walked up to the receptionist, a stern looking 50 year old woman and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Toby Farquhar-Smythe from HFS Logistics. Here for the presentation to Mr. Butler.” She looked on her computer. “Ah yes, Mr. Farquhar-Smythe, I’ve got you. Although it says someone else should be accompanying you?” “Yes, unfortunately my colleague Rachel Adams is unwell and so I’m presenting on my own today.” She seemed satisfied. “Ok, Mr. Farquhar-Smythe, if you go along the corridor and take the lift to the twentieth floor someone will meet you there.” “Thank you.” Toby said turning and picking up his briefcase; he surveyed the open entrance hall, and saw a number of men in suits talking in a corner and a security guard who he walked past on his way to the lift. As he walked along the corridor he looked into the office on his left. He was surprised that he couldn’t see a single woman in there, he’d been hoping to see a nice arse, in a tight pencil skirt, but there wasn’t anything. In fact the only woman he had seen so far had been the old secretary. He climbed into the lift and was joined by a couple of other men, he pressed the button for the twentieth and top floor; he was seeing the boss after all. The other men got out at different floors on the way and each time he looked out and could only see men, except one very fat woman sat chomping away on a Snickers while she worked. He was very disappointed, he’d hoped to see a pretty girl to get his blood pumping and ready for his presentation. But this place didn’t seem to have any hot women at all. Eventually the lift opened at floor twenty, and finally Toby’s prayers were answered, as stood in front of him was a gorgeous blonde. She was gorgeous, in a fitted grey dress, with a V-neck to give a hint of cleavage, small but nicely pushed up. The sides of the dress hugged her slender figure, she didn’t look like she had an ounce of fat on her. The dress stopped just above the knees and she was wearing a pair of shoes with killer heels, that he wondered how she walked. She indian was extremely desi fit, and she had certainly done the job in getting the juices flowing. “Hi, I’m Courtney” she said, holding out her hand. Toby took it gladly. “If you would like to follow me, I’ll take you through” And she turned and Toby couldn’t help but stare at her arse being gripped by the grey fabric, especially as Courtney was bending over slightly to push a code into a key pad. The door opened and Toby chivalrously grabbed it to allow Courtney through, he wanted to keep following that arse. “Sometimes, it takes more than one soul. “Well Brock, anytime you feel a hankering for some dick, you just come over to me. I have six customer reviews that say it was a life-altering experience.” He was also quite smart, but obviously not as smart as Evan. It wasn’t all that much because it’s a pre-fab building. 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