“It’s hard for me to focus too, but I can’t let you fail the exam, can I?”
“No,” I admitted.
He reached out, brushing his pinkie against mine. That tiny touch set my body on fire. “This is what we’re going to do. I’m going to give you these questions.” He took out some papers from the drawer of his desk. “If you finish them all in one hour, we can stop.”
I blinked at him. “One hour?” I looked at the list of questions.
“Yes,” he murmured. “And if you get them all correct, I’ll give you a reward.”
My stomach flipped. A reward? I nodded, feeling unsteady. “I’ll try my best.”
“I’ll let you work alone. One hour, okay?” He stood up and disappeared into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
I stared. What was he doing behind that door? What did he mean by reward?
I didn’t have time to think about those things. I checked the time on my phone. One hour. I had to get started. And I had to get that reward.
Exactly one hour later, Ryan sat at the desk next to me, flicking through the pages of practice questions. I held my breath every time he put his red pen down, and exhaled when he ticked.
I’d gotten all ticks so far. I just had to hope I hadn’t screwed up the last few questions.
I’d expected the practice questions to be hard, but as I did them, I found that Ryan had explained how to answer them all. Our tutoring sessions had genuinely helped me — I’d just been too busy complaining at the beginning to realize it.
Now, my gaze fell on Ryan’s bare forearm as he marked my test. It was strong, lightly dusted with golden hair. He had nice hands — long fingers, neatly trimmed nails. I felt myself growing aroused as I stared at his hands, remembering how he’d touched me just days ago.
I couldn’t wait to go to his bedroom. What did it look like? Was it as clean and plain as the rest of his apartment?
He turned to the last page and drew a final tick. “Well done, Tessa,” he said, writing 100% on the page. “You did vey well.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe I got them all right.”
“I knew you could do it.”
“Only because I had you to tutor me.” I shifted on my seat. “Are you going to give me my reward now?”
His lips curled as he stood up and started clearing the desk, so it was completely empty. Then he walked over to the windows and drew the blinds. I watched him, unsure what to do.
“Are we going to go to your bedroom now?” I asked.
“No.”
“No?”
“Get up.”
I stood up warily, my heart pounding in my chest. Ryan walked over and stood in front of me, close enough I could smell his deodorant, clean and sharp and masculine. .
“Take those pants off.”
I reached down and slowly slid my jeans off. What was happening? I was confused, but I couldn’t deny I was excited too. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them to the side.
“Your underwear too.”
Oh god. I slipped my panties off and was about to drop them to the floor when Ryan snatched them from my hands, making my heart jump. He inspected them, thumb rubbing against the lacy fabric.
“These are wet.”
I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks flame.
