On My First Day as a Tutor, a Rich Lady Pushed Me into the Bedroom

On my first day as a private tutor, I waited in an empty villa for a full half hour.

A voice came through the surveillance system.

“Could you stand up and turn around once for me, please?”

Was this a search for a tutor or a beauty pageant?

I stood up, ready to leave.

But then the bedroom door on the first floor opened. A dim yellow light spilled out, and a faint fragrance drifted through the air.

The voice that came next was far more alluring.

“Come in. The person you're supposed to teach... is in here.”