Dr Tyrell dutifully walked behind Gretchen as they made their way to the President’s office. They were first beamed to the top floor surrounded by heavy security. The hallway was laced with cameras, motion detectors, and other high-security equipment.
“Paranoid much?”
Dr Tyrell said as he glanced at the security operatives.
“Given the times, you should understand.”
Gretchen said to him.
She wore a simple pencil gown that hung to her body tightly, showing her hourglass figure. The high heels emphasised her height and gave more potency to her already intimidating figure. Her hair was tied into a donut at the back, her succulent full lips were well glossed, her eyes were deep-set, and her eyebrows were well carved.
Her bust was prominent, but not as prominent as her butt. The gown even made it more visible.
She oozed confidence, class, poise, and competence.
Dr Tyrell was intimidated and aroused at the same time.