Tina shuffled her papers together and slid them into her bag. She had a new tutoring client, an unusual one, and she was interested in seeing how the session would go. She ran her tutoring business herself and distinguished it by tutoring one-on-one at clients' homes. Since most of her students were in middle school or high school, the parents appreciated not having to drive their kids to one more activity. The idea worked well and she was able to make quite a lot of money just from tutoring on weekday afternoons and Sundays.
But this new client was different. A week ago she had been posting a flier at the local library and a man had come up and asked her with a arrogant grin if she did any non-traditional tutoring. She assumed it was a pick-up line and had given him a nasty look and told him firmly that she only tutored students in math, science, and standardized testing skills.
He had laughed gently and explained that he was getting ready to take the LSAT--the law school entrance exam--and he was looking for someone to give him some guidance and assistance. It had been quite a while since he had taken that kind of test and he figured a little structure and some studying techniques might be helpful. So they had chatted a few minutes and had finally agreed to meet at his office building on Thursday morning and see what they could work out.
Now it was Thursday morning and she was preparing to go meet him. Scott was his name, she recalled, and he had a business in the city. She stacked together the LSAT materials she had collected and walked to her bedroom to finish getting ready. Usually she dressed fairly casually for tutoring because she didn't want the students to feel intimidated. But she figured a business-like outfit was more appropriate for this particular client.
She was wearing a deep crimson, sleeveless, V-neck top and a dark gray business skirt. The matching jacket was lying on the bed next to her briefcase. She checked her reflection to make sure there weren't any spots or hanging strings. The red of the top contrasted nicely with her honey-toned skin. Was it too tight? she wondered. With her particular proportions, it was often difficult to find tops that didn't emphasize the large size of her breasts. It'll have to do, she thought, she didn't have time to change. Besides, the jacket would help cover her up a little.
She pulled a brush through her long, dark hair and tried to decide what to do with it. Finally she pulled it back and twisted it up into a black clip-casual, but out of her face, she thought. She outlined her deep, brown eyes with dark eyeliner and smoothed some subtle, red gloss over her full lips. She added a pair of gold-toned hoops at her ears and her watch and then slipped on the suit jacket. Not bad, she thought, as she picked up her case and headed for the door.
*****
It was an impressive building, she thought when she pulled up to the address Scott had given her. Elegant and classy. Her first impression was confirmed when she walked into the foyer of the building and noted the plush carpeting, the subtle wood tones, and the efficient, but friendly receptionist who pointed her towards the elevator with instructions to get off at the seventh floor.
When she reached the seventh floor she realized that it was devoted entirely to Scott's graphic design business. Again impressed, she crossed to the receptionist and left her name and then sat in one of the richly upholstered chairs to wait. She was early--as always. But before she'd even settled back in the chair, Scott was walking up to the reception desk, engaged in conversation with another man. He shot her a quick smile, but continued talking with the man he had walked out with. Tina took advantage of the chance to check him out more carefully.
He was clearly a very attractive man. He was tall, probably six-two, with strong-looking shoulders and an athletic build. He was wearing a navy suit and a light blue shirt, which he had left unbuttoned at the collar. She noticed that he had magnificent-looking hands--smooth, strong, large. He glanced over and when she realized that he had noticed that she was staring so intently at his hands, she blushed. He shot her one of his smug smiles but kept talking to his client. His hair was dark and casually styled. His eyes were deep green and very intriguing. His lips were firm and looked smooth and soft. She wondered how they would feel against hers.
She realized then that he had stopped talking to the other man and was smiling at her. He had caught her staring again. He said good-bye to the man and walked over to her and held out a hand. She stood and held hers out to be caught in a firm handshake. "Ms. Hudson," he said. "How delightful to see you again. I apologize for keeping you waiting."
She took a quick breath to calm the nerves and desire that had begun stirring inside of her and was able to give him what she hoped was a casual, professional smile. "Not at all, Mr. Griffin. I have a tendency to run a little early, so I didn't expect you to be ready."
"Well, I'm ready now. Shall we have a seat in my conference room?" He motioned to the left and she brushed by him to walk in the direction he indicated.
He took the opportunity to enjoy her delightful figure as she walked in front of him. He loved the way she walked--efficient, but sexy, with a nice sway to those wonderful hips. Her hair was bundled up at the back of her neck and his hands itched to pull out the clip and run his fingers through the dark wonder of it.
"It's the second door on the right," he said as they walked down the corridor. He reached in front of her when they got there and pulled the handle of the heavy, oak door to hold it open for her. She smelled like exotic flowers, strong and sweet.
"Thank you, Mr. Griffin." Tina set her bag down on the large table and crossed to the window. "Wow, what a magnificent view! You have a beautiful office here," she said as she turned back to him. He was staring at her with a very satisfied look in his eye. It made her nervous.
"Thank you," he said as he motioned for her to sit. "But please, call me Scott. 'Mr. Griffin' makes me feel old." He laughed as he pulled out a chair for her.
"Whatever you prefer," she said with a smile as she sat.
He watched her sit and cross her shapely legs and he noticed that when she leaned over the desk her shirt pulled down a little and exposed the top of her breasts. He felt his blood heat as he imagined what it would be like to pull it down further and take a little taste of her. He wondered if her skin would taste as soft and sweet as it looked.
"May I call you Tina," he asked, "or do you prefer Ms. Hudson?" He sat in the seat to her right.
"Tina's fine, of course." She smoothed her skirt down and tried to ignore the way her pulse jumped when his leg brushed against hers. She pulled out some papers and started sorting them. "I collected some materials on the LSAT for you." She pushed them in his direction, careful to avoid direct eye-contact. "The test doesn't seem to be too difficult. I'm not sure you need a tutor. Probably some vocabulary flashcards and a couple of practice tests would be all the help you would need."
"Thanks," he said, as he began looking through the papers. "But, to be honest, I am very poor at disciplining myself about this sort of thing. I was hoping we could work out a regular schedule and that you could keep me on track and make me study." She met his glance with an amused twinkle in her eye. "Ahh," she said knowingly. "So you need a babysitter." He grinned back at her. "I suppose so. It sounds like this won't be the first time you've been hired to baby-sit one of your students." She laughed lightly. "Nope. Not the first time. Actually, being a babysitter for a student is a lot easier than being their punishment, which happens just as often." He leaned towards her and locked her gaze with his. "Trust me, Tina. I am definitely not thinking of you as a punishment."
