The Tutor's Seduction novel Chapter 1

"One, two, three..."

The private room was dimly lit, with men and women sitting together. The colorful liquor bottles on the marble table were illuminated by the lights. Amidst the laughter, Ariella Flores ignored the curious and suggestive gazes of the people around her. She mechanically repeated the same action, tilting her head back and downing her drink.

"Eleven... twelve!"

Finally hearing that number, Ariella stopped. After drinking twelve bottles in a row, the accumulated heat rushed to her face. She forced herself to look calm, catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure sitting across from her. Looking from her angle, all Ariella could see were the man's perfectly pressed suit pants, without a single wrinkle.

After a moment, the man's deep voice came from across the table, simply saying, "Sit."

Ariella took a deep breath, walked around the table, and sat down, keeping a distance of one and a half persons between her and the man. He had very short hair, a high nose, and deep-set eyes and brows. But Ariella didn't dare to look at him. He was Everett Carter, the most notorious man in the city.

Everett didn't look at her either. He casually took out his phone and asked, "How much do you charge?"

It was the first thing he asked her after she sat down. Ariella immediately replied, "there’s no charge during the trial period."

The faint light from the phone screen barely illuminated Everett's face. He looked at her with a calm expression and a low, pleasant voice, "How do we do the trial? Should you come to my place, or should I go to yours?"

The man's captivating voice sparked people's imaginations, especially with the laughter emanating from the nearby crowd, suggesting that Ariella wasn't the only one with wandering thoughts.

Without pausing for more than two seconds, she replied in her usual tone, "Customer satisfaction is our priority. It depends on your specific requirements."

Everett shifted the conversation, saying, " Light me a cigarette.“

In the room filled with laughter and smoke, it was customary for the female waitresses to light the cigarette with their mouths and then handed it, with their lipstick marks on it, to Everett.

Ariella lowered her gaze, picked up a cigarette box from the table, tapped one out, and held it to Everett's lips. She then skillfully lit it for him. In the moment of the flickering flame, she noticed that the man had attractively shaped lips, but for some reason, they made her think of the word "acerbic."

Everett’s slender fingers took the cigarette from his lips, accompanied by a swirl of white smoke. His voice remained nonchalant, "So, what's the price for your service?"