Byron could not understand how someone as smart as Jess could not see the signs of destiny. It was all written and set in the stars. Jess would be happiest in his arms. There was no other way to look at it. Besides, once she had a sample of his greatness, no other guy would be good enough.

Getting Jess to understand this was very tricky. There was this big hurdle to cross. The job strictly prohibited people from dating each other. However, Byron had checked the fine print, it didn’t say anything about anyone hooking up.

If only Jess could appreciate his need, Byron fumed. Things would be very different. And her life would be better too, reasoned Byron.

For starters, most of his friends thought of him as crazy. Byron had a type that he liked. Jess was not that type. But that was because Jess was special.

Byron knew that he loved the long legged skinny blonds who had a lot of enhancement to look great. Those made for excellent arm candy. However, Byron was getting tired of those easy come easy go types. They burned a hole in his pocket. The truth was simple, these types were after the dollars, and should that ever run out, Byron knew he was in trouble.

Jess was different. She was sweet. She was smart. She didn’t dress so that all her assets were exposed. If anything, Jess could stand to show off a little more, but that could be easily fixed. Byron knew that once he had Jess, he would be able to easily change her and mold her into what he needed.

The perfect lady in the streets and the perfect slut in the sheets. That was what Jess would become under his careful guidance.

There was no competition that Byron knew of. Besides, few men had the special skills he had. Once a woman had an experience with him, she was hooked. Getting them to detox was easy for Byron. He just dumped the clingy girlfriend and moved on. To Byron, nothing helped recovery like the next, more beautiful, model.

However, as easy as the process was, Byron swore he was not a jerk. There was a right way and a wrong way to dump a girl. The wrong way was to move on the very next day. One had to have an appropriate cooling off period where one appeared to be devastated before moving on. This gave the grieving ex-girlfriend the time to think the issue was his and not hers. She’d feel all confident and start espousing feminist ideals. Then, when she saw Byron moving on to a better model, the truth would hit less hard and set her free to go chase another guy.

As much as Byron had it all figured out, Jess just would not play along. She did the hard to get routine too well. Jess was making Byron work harder than he was used to for far less reward than he thought he deserved. In fact, there was no rewards at all.

Checking himself in he mirror, Byron could not find any fault in himself. The other women of the office were available, for those worth looking at, or just not worth the effort for the rest. Byron did not consider women in other relationships as worth his time only because they had more training to undergo to suit his needs.

The Elevator Pitch

Jess had been keeping a careful eye out for Byron. This man was a machine in jeans. The lustful eyes of his checked out every passing woman for one reason… sex.

Byron did just enough chivalry to trick a woman to think that he cared for her as a person. The minute the woman stopped showering Byron with attention, he turned mean and insulting. If Jess didn’t know better, she would have guessed that Byron had been abused growing up and felt that sex was the only metrics by which to gauge his worth.

To the rest of the office, Byron was just good enough to produce work that moved the team forward incrementally. Byron was connected and was a social butterfly. His words were slick and smooth. Closing a client was easy for Byron. However, to the women of the office, Byron was heartbreak in muscular fashion.

The process was simple. Byron would pick a target, throw on the charm, break the defenses, then, blow the mind with amazing sex. Once bored, which varied in terms of length of time, Byron would explain something about not being worthy, not being good enough, or flawed. The woman would try her hardest to assure that Byron was not such a bad man. Money would get spent, things would be tried, naughty kinky stuff would be done. Then, Byron would pull back, get dark, sulk, leave, appear heartbroken, tell everyone that she left. No sooner the woman would try to defend herself, Byron would show up with another prettier model to show off.

It was outright sickening that the charm worked on nearly everyone in the office. No woman was spared. The difference was always down to the woman. Did she go along with the show or did she resist. Generally speaking, the cost of resistance was very high. Byron used his connections to ensure that a woman had the impression that resistance was futile.

Byron was smart enough not to act on the implied threats as to not expose himself to legal consequences. Jess did not like this part at all. No one had successfully pinned any accusations on Byron. He was untouchable and very good at his game.

While Jess appreciated the respectful distance Byron kept of her, she understood that this was only fueling Byron’s interest in conquering her. Jess was the last woman to have turned down his proposition. Not used to hearing the word “no” this often, Jess felt that Byron was now making it a mission to break her resolve down.

Jess knew that Byron was bad news. She understood he was going to break her heart if she gave an inch. If anything, Jess wanted a chance to break Byron’s ego down a peg without getting her hands dirty.