Free Teach Me (Lessons in Seduction Book 1) by Sophie Holloway

cocky?” Georgie added. “You really think he’s going to attempt to stuff all ten inches of its exalted manly grandness into your virgin snatch tonight?”
    Eva’s stomach lurched at her friends’ gleeful teasing. But maybe they were right—sex was supposed to be fun. She needed to just relax , goddammit. “I don’t know. He has his own lesson plan. But last time he hinted that he wanted to you know .” She blushed as she remembered the sexy way Jack had leaned in and whispered in her ear, and lowered her voice. “Do the deed.”
    Georgie laughed. “You’ve never said the word fuck , have you?”
    “I have,” Eva insisted. In fact, she’d dropped the f-bomb Sunday night. With Jack. When he’d been about to make her come like the world was ending.
    He was changing her, making her more like him. So what if he had sex for sport? She knew that going in. And she needed lessons. He was a master. They were both business people, and this was a business arrangement. She could handle this.
    “Fuck,” she said, lifting her nose into the air. “See? Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. We’re going to fuck tonight. Happy?”
    Georgie applauded. Nelson beamed.
    Eva checked her watch. It was time. Time to catch a cab to the Plaza.
    She hugged her friends who wished her good luck, patting her on the back as if psyching her up for some sporting tournament. For a moment, she thought of Antonio and her father, and how proud they’d been when she’d lettered in volleyball her sophomore year, but she forced those thoughts away. Georgie was right. In order to go through with this, she couldn’t think of family for the rest of the night.
    When she got outside, she headed down the block to hail a cab, practicing deep breathing, trying to calm herself as she imagined Jack, standing in the lobby, waiting for her.
    Oh, who am I kidding? Jack never waits.
    Still, it would be nice if he’d show her a different side than the playboy businessman everyone else saw. She knew she was just his student, but maybe someday she’d be able to teach him a thing or two.
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    T he sixty-something man in the black hat pressed closer to the brick wall of the building behind him, watching Eva Fiorini breeze out of a bar with a spring in her step.
    Something about her was different.
    He’d watched her grow up, almost always from afar. She bore no marks of the world of sin she’d been born into. She’d always been pretty, fresh-faced and pure, the kind who reeked of sunshine and rainbows and attended Mass every Sunday. Back when she was little, it had been hard to believe there was even a shred of the Fiorini evil running through her blood, or that she kept any dark secrets...
    But now?
    The past couple of weeks, something about her had changed.
    He lit a cigarette as he watched her hail a cab, then slide into the backseat, leaving very little of her fabulously-shaped legs to the imagination. It wasn’t just the tighter, more revealing clothes she’d been wearing lately. Of course, he’d noticed those—what man wouldn’t?—but he could see it in smaller things, things only a close observer might notice.
    Her posture, her walk, the way she flipped her hair…
    She wasn’t a little girl anymore. Maybe she did have a bad side. And maybe she’d be willing to give up more than just those secrets.
    He couldn’t wait to find out.

Chapter 8
    J ack was more comfortable in the lobby of the Plaza Hotel than almost anywhere else in the city. The staff knew him by name, and the service was always top notch. He had made some of his best deals over martinis at the bar, and the air there always seemed charged with the spark of winning.
    When he’d texted Eva, it seemed only natural to suggest they meet there. Eva was raised in luxury, and a woman with her standards deserved nothing less.
    But now, fielding the constant stream of “Good evening, Mr. Bennett”s from the staff as they curiously eyed him for being tie-less for the first time in years, he felt