Ask him if he's comfortable having sex with me as a job

The guy is denser than a lead tampon and just as useless so you decide to spell it out for him. You face him, leaning forward with folded hands, feigning gravity but really just giving him a look down your vest. His eyes follow your cleavage as you explain the arduous duties of a personal assistant and the expectations you had for him and his cock.

"Uh..."

You ask if he has any questions

"Isn't... that, like prostitution, basically?"

You assure him that he will be getting paid solely for his office duties and that any other service was purely at his pleasure.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

You stand up, breaking your cleavage hypnosis. You ask him if he doesn't think you're attractive.

"No, I mean, yes, I mean, you're hot but I'm just not sure."

His waffling is actually trying your nearly limitless patience. This is a waste of time. You'll have to do something drastic if you're **** to salvage this debacle.