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

oddly out of place. He checked his Rolex, wondering what was taking her so long, surprised when he realized it was only 5:55.
    He was early.
    Laughing at himself, he had just made the decision to get a scotch at the bar and cool his heels when a voice called to him. He stood and turned to see Eva striding toward him, looking as surprised as he felt.
    “You’re here,” she said, her face flushed. “Hi.”
    His breath caught as she moved closer, so close that he could see straight down the V of her black dress. Her breasts were overflowing the neckline, nearly exposed. It was a fucking lethal dress. No wonder most of the men in the lobby couldn’t stop staring.
    “I said six, didn’t I?” he muttered, feeling off his game.
    “I know, but you’re on time. Early, in fact,” she said. “Is this a first for you when it comes to a date-like scenario?”
    “I suppose it is.” He cleared his throat, then lied: “I had some business to attend to earlier in the bar and figured I might as well stick around.”
    She reached up flirtatiously and touched the skin between his open collar. “With no tie? I haven’t seen you without a tie since…” Her fingers trailed up his neck. “Well, never.”
    What’s gotten into her? But then she started giggling, and he caught a whiff of her olives and sea salt breath and guessed it was a martini or three to blame for her sudden assertiveness.
    Control, he told himself. You’re the teacher.
    He took her hand from his collar and held it tight. “Had a few cocktails, have we?” he said pleasantly, leading her toward the elevators.
    She danced on her toes, wobbling a little but obviously feeling no pain. “I had to. Thinking about that monster in your pants drove me to drink.”
    Jack looked sharply around.
    She laughed harder. “It’s true. And then I swear someone was following me when I was leaving the bar. It was weird.”
    Jack’s brows knitted. “Someone followed you?”
    She waved a hand. “No, I’m just getting paranoia-ed. Paranoid,” she corrected with a hiccup. The elevator dinged, and he led her inside before pressing the button for the top floor.
    She blinked. “Oh, did you get a room?”
    “I was contemplating a few drinks at the Oak Bar first,” he said dryly, making a mental note to quiz her more about her alleged paranoia when she was sober—he wanted to make sure she was safe. “But that’s probably not a good idea. I like my dates to be conscious.”
    The smile vanished from her face. “Oh. Okay.”
    “I wanted to thank you again,” he said. “For what you did in the board room. Your point of view was meaningful.”
    “Good.” She lifted one shoulder and let it fall. “All I said was the truth.”
    He looked at her, surprised. He hadn’t been sure how much of her speech to the board was part of the deal, and how much she actually believed. “Is that so?”
    “Of course,” she said curtly, staring up at the numbers climbing over the door as if she’d rather be discussing anything else. She’d always seemed bored whenever her family would go into their business discussions, excusing herself while they talked real estate. He’d already started to change the subject when she clucked her tongue. “Jack. That meeting was ridiculous. There’s no question about it. You deserve to be on top.”
    Her confidence in him filled him with sudden lust. “What if I’d rather you be on top, instead?” He winked, savoring the way her cheeks flushed as he spoke. He took her hand and drew her body toward his. “I am the teacher, after all. You’ll have to do as I say, or you’ll be punished.”
    She didn’t laugh. She trembled a little in his arms, and her voice was all but a whisper. “All right.”
    He studied her, threading his warm fingers through her cooler ones. She couldn’t be having cold feet about this arrangement—not now, when he was one hundred percent in and desperate to discover every inch of the beautiful body beneath her wicked