Page 2 of Royally Taught

God, what’s wrong with me?

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Sitting on my couch, a romcom on the TV playing in the background, a blanket around me, a bowl of chips beside me as I eat my weight in junk while learning about Ancient Greece, when I hear a ding pop up on my laptop, letting me know that there’s a new email.

The heading says:Tutoring BA History.

My heart races. Oh, I really hope that it’s good news.

I push aside the bowl of chips and open the email. It’s short, sweet, and to the point.

Ms. Brynn,

After reviewing your current work, I can confirm that you are in need of a tutor.

My schedule is already full, and the only time I can give you is Saturdays at 5pm.

Please respond letting me know if this works for you.

Jacob.

I release a harsh breath. Oh my god. I got a tutor. I actually got a tutor. I’m truly hoping that means I’ll be able to up my grades and not fail this class.

I have no idea who Jacob is, but I could kiss him with how grateful I am. I quickly type my response, letting Jacob know that Saturdays work for me and that I’ll be there.

It may be my weekend, but I'm in an amazing position where I’m able to not have to work to be able to stay here. So I have so much free time that I don’t mind putting in the work on Saturdays. Hell, I study every day, this is my dream, to be in a university and to study without a fear of being told I’m unable to do that.

I’m so damn happy that I shut my laptop down, settle back against the sofa, pull the blanket over me, grab my chips and watch the film.

In the seven months that I've been at the university, I’ve never felt so happy, nor have I stopped working before nine in the evening on a Friday. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to relax fully. I feel as though having a tutor help me will be the best thing I could have done. I believe that this is going to change everything for me.

I reach for my cell and order take out. I feel that good about the change that’s coming, that I’m celebrating tonight. I’m like a child right now. I could squeal, I’m that happy.

ChapterTwo

Jacob

I’ve been wracking my brain as to why I did this, why on earth I agreed to tutor on a damn Saturday. A fucking Saturday. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Anastasia Brynn.

The woman that has been a student of mine since the beginning of the academic year. She’s been quiet and unassuming for seven months. Seven months I was happy, I lived my life without worry. I’ve been attracted to her, sure, but having the space between us kept her at arm’s length.

Then she walks up to me and asks for help. Seeing her shy and so damn gorgeous, pleading with me with those big, beautiful blue eyes and I was sunk.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since. I have fought against myself about whether or not I should take her and be her tutor, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t let her fail. Now here I am, pacing the floor wondering why the hell I didn’t pass her off to someone else. There’s plenty of good tutors who excel at History, all of whom would have helped her pass. But no, I had to take her on myself.

Fuck.

This is my fifth-year teaching as a professor, and never have I had such a reaction to a student. Hell, to anyone. But there’s something about Ms. Brynn that has my cock tightening and me fighting against every instinct that I have not to tangle my hand into her thick blonde hair and kiss her until she’s clinging to me.

It’s driving me crazy. I go to sleep, and the woman is invading my dreams. I can’t fucking think without my mind drifting to her.

I can’t seem to think of why this would be a good idea.

Why did I give her my address? Why didn’t I meet her at the library or coffee shop? No, I had to give her my address. I’m so fucking screwed.

My cell rings, and I glance at the screen and see that it’s my father. I sigh, and run my hand through my hair and debate on whether or not to answer. My father and I don’t have the best relationship. After my mom died when I was fifteen, my dad switched off and became distant. He started drinking, and he forgot about having a kid. It was only when I left for college that he seemed to snap out of it. I’m not sure if it was down to me leaving him or not, but whatever the reason, he’s now able to be present in my life. I’m hesitant to let him into my life, only for him to let me down again.

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