Georgia Thinks It's Her Idea
The only real image you have of her is her standing before you in your office, yet you now envision her in your bedroom, not your office, as it's your bedroom where you really want her to be.
"Oh, Georgia! Please have a seat," you answer. You steal a quick glance at her cleavage. You wonder what color bra she's wearing, and then realize she isn't wearing a bra at all. For a second, you fantasize about her staring directly into your eyes like a predator while slowly unbuttoning her blouse, gently pushing you back into your chair, leaning over you, stroking you, whispering irresistible suggestions in your ear, dropping you under her spell, her femininity controlling you, training you, hypnotizing you.
Hypnotizing you.
Hyp-no-ti-zing you. Hyp . . . no . . . ti . . . zing . . . you . . . .
But, you sigh to yourself and push the fantasy out of your mind. Be patient, you tell yourself. This woman doesn't know how to hypnotize yet. In order for you to fall under her spell, you will first have to teach her how to cast one.