Chapter 3 Seduction 101 (Sin #1)

A wave of disgust washed over me. I shoved him back hard. “You are disgusting.”

He chuckled, backing up with that lazy, arrogant look I hated. “Okay, okay. But don’t come crying when I’m meeting someone else. You know you will. That’s your style.”

I rolled my eyes, turning and walking away while he fiddled with his phone.

Later, I waited in the car park for my dad’s driver, arms crossed over my chest. That’s when I saw him—Dimitri—sitting on a powerful-looking motorcycle, helmet on, the engine rumbling.

I walked over to him. “I’m ready to go.”

He shook his head, his eyes hidden by the visor. “Your driver’s over there.”

“No. We’re going to the same place,” I said, stomping my feet on the ground and standing my ground.

“You are not going anywhere with me.” He didn’t give me a chance to protest and he drove away leaving a cloud of dust that entered my eye. Meanie.

When I finally got to my house, I was furious, but my body was humming. I stormed inside. The bike was parked outside, and my heart was still thumping from the ride.

Inside, the maid nodded at me. “Ma'am, your tutor is already in the dining room. Snacks and drinks have been set out for you two.”

I walked over to see Dimitri was already sitting at the dining room table, a tall stack of books and papers neatly arranged in front of him.

“What is all this?” I asked, my eyes scanning the mountain of work.

“This is all we’re going to read,” he said, his voice flat.

I blinked. “Excuse me? This seems like a mistake. There’s no way I’m putting any of this in my brain.”

He tilted his head, a condescending gesture. “I understand it seems like a lot for a small brain, but we’re going to try.”

“Excuse me?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “My brain is not small.”

“It is,” he said simply. “I’ve looked at your test results for the past three years. Nobody with a normal brain would score like this.”

I clenched my jaw, my fingers gripping a pen so tight I thought it might snap. “Fine. Let’s do it. Nothing’s going to stop me.”

He nodded once. “Sit down.”

Two hours in, and my head felt like it was going to split open. I’d cried twice out of pure frustration. My brain was officially on fire. Dimitri, clearly fed up, finally slammed his hand lightly on the table.

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with you,” he said, his voice tight. “How are you so dumb.”

“Hey,” I glared at him. “I’m not dumb okay, it’s not my fault.”

“Yh it’s the universe’s fault.” Dimitri rolled his eyes.

“Let’s do something else,” I muttered, pushing the textbook away. “Just talk to get my mind off things.”

“Okay. Talk about what? The causes of the American Civil War?”

“No way, eww.” I smirked, leaning closer across the table. “I have questions.”

He raised a brow. “Oh? Which are?”

“I want to know what you do for fun.”

“Fun?” He looked at me like I’d spoken a foreign language.

“Yeah, fun. You know, that thing people do when they’re not working?”

“Work,” he said, not missing a beat.

“Work,” I repeated, pretending to consider it. “Must be so interesting,” I said dryly. Then I just kept talking, flailing my hands a little, telling him about new bags, shoes, Gucci, nothing he had asked for—basically ignoring him entirely. He just stared, his expression unreadable, but his eyes never left me.

I tilted my head again, a slow, deliberate movement. “And you? Seriously, what do you like?”

He ran a hand down his face, a gesture of exhaustion. “Peace. Quiet. Personal space.”

I blinked, letting his words hang in the air. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across my face. Before he could react, I stood up, walked around the table, and slid directly onto his lap.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, my voice soft, leaning back so my ass pressed firmly against him. “I like your personal space too.”

He froze. Every muscle in his body went rigid. His jaw was so tight I could see the muscle twitching. “Get off,” he said, his voice low and dangerously quiet. “Now.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up immediately, a thrill shooting through me at the clear effect I’d had on him. “Fine.”

For the rest of the lesson, I ignored him. I didn’t listen to a single word he said.

Finally, frustrated, he asked, “Okay, what do you want? What will make you let me teach you properly?”

I looked at him, a wide grin spreading across my face. “Let’s play a game.”

“This again?” He frowned. “What game?”

“Whenever I get a question right,” I said, leaning forward so my top gaped a little, “you take off a piece of clothing.”

His expression went from annoyed to utterly incredulous. “Excuse me?”

“I mean it. You wrote the questions. You play by your own rules. It’s only fair that I get to play mine.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “That is not happening.”

I shrugged, smirking, knowing this was my only card to play. “Then I’m not going to learn. And I’m feeling really stuffy in here, so I’m going up to my own room. If you are interested in actually completing your job, then you know exactly what to do.”

I picked up a few of my books, leading the way upstairs. I didn’t look back. He just sat there, looking completely unimpressed, but I could feel his eyes on me, and I was sure I’d seen a flicker of dark intrigue in them before I turned.

As I climbed the stairs, a slow, victorious smirk spread across my face. The sound of a chair scraping back echoed from the dining room. He was already standing, books in hand, following me. And I had no doubt, looking at the tense set of his shoulders and the heat in his eyes, that this was going to be one hell of a month.