Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Addison Shaw is on the brink of losing everything—her Master’s Degree, her future, and her sanity. The only man who can save her is her grumpy yet undeniably hot Professor, Aidan Sheridan. Can she convince him to provide some private and personal tutoring?
“Tutor DADDY” is a steamy, standalone romance filled with explicit encounters.
A student who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. But can she persuade her older, possessive Professor to succumb to her seduction and a forbidden love? Who is seducing whom? Lessons for everyone in Tutor DADDY!
Aidan
Addison Shaw is going to make me lose my job and my mind, the way she can turn any situation into an innuendo. If she pays attention to her studies the same way she sexualizes our conversations, she has a great chance of graduating. My only question is, how does she think I can help her?
Every moment we’re together, all I want to do is bury myself deep inside of her and forget she’s a student. She trusts me to guide her, and all I seem to do is guide her to my bed. She’s definitely getting a passing grade.
I just hope she passes her classes, too.
Addison
I’m failing my class.
My Master’s Degree program is in jeopardy.
The only person who can help me is one of the grumpiest professors on campus.
Professor Aidan Sheridan may be the most handsome guy on staff, but there’s nothing sexy about him turning me away. He doesn’t like students, but he’s the best man for the job. I need his help in more ways than I realize.
Once I’m able to convince him to take me on and tutor me, I want him to take on being my first too. I can’t explain it. The magnetic pull of our lust is stronger than a moth to a flame. He wants me. I want him too. We’re nearly caught.
Still, the only thing I’m interested in catching is feelings for my slutty professor. My professor, who’s teaching me so many things, I might as well call him Daddy.
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Tutor DADDY is a standalone Lena Little romance. Explicit sexuality student/teacher, grumpy/sunshine, love-at-first-sight romance. Suitable for those over 18 years of age only – always an HEA, no cheating or cliffhangers
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1
AIDAN
"Aidan, are you listening to me?" My department chair asks with irritation coating his words.
"Brian," I huff and glance around the confining space that masquerades as the University Finance Department.
The Business Department has floor-to-ceiling glass walls beside a centered double glass door. Students peer inside as they walk through the halls. A single desk about six feet wide separates the waiting area and a few cubicles. Usually, there's an undergrad sitting behind the desk who pretends to be busy. Today, it's empty. It's almost as if it doesn't matter if an unpaid student sits there or not.
Behind the cubicle space is a short hallway. Each side of the hallway has two doors, and at the end of it is a massive office for the department chair. The same department chair who chooses to irritate me this morning with the duties of my job—a job I've held longer than he's been with the administration faculty.
Each door in that hallway leads to a professor's office. My office door is open, and I desperately want to end this conversation to close myself behind it.
Brian pushes his gold-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his narrow nose. He has to tip his head back to look up at me. "As a tenured professor, it is your responsibility to help nurture—"
I snort back a chuckle. "What about me says I'm the nurturing type, Brian?"
He sighs. "Okay, nurture is a stretch. However, you have a duty to give back to the student body. Mentoring and molding these young minds is a fundamental part of their degree programs. These people have chosen us to teach them how to perform as professionals, and there are things they need to know that aren't in the textbooks."
"Brian, I'm well aware of how mentoring works."
"Are you sure?" he quips sarcastically with a slight tilt of his egg-shaped head. "Because this is the third year that you've neglected to choose a student. The university has let you forego the mentoring stipulations because you were doing research and publishing in journals. Now that you have stopped publishing, you should try to generate um, uh, other means of positive publicity for the institution."
In other words, now that I'm not bringing in additional revenue and notoriety to the department, I have to do busy work. His words trail off as my eyes wander to the hall outside, where a vision of beauty dashes toward the door. Her hair is in a messy bun as she frantically searches through her bag for something. Whatever it is, it's not there as she disappears back into the crowd.
It's just that quick. Yet, she appeared just long enough for me to never forget what she looks like. There was a brightness around her, a spark as if to remind me that I still enjoy teaching at this school. What I don't enjoy are the lectures from my supervisor regarding my responsibilities toward this department.
"The last thing I want to do is take on some bright-eyed know-it-all who thinks the world is their oyster. The fact that my classes fill up like a sold-out concert every semester should hold some weight and count towards my mentoring responsibilities," I tell Brian, interrupting his motivational rant.
"Aidan, it's not that we don't appreciate your efforts in your lectures."
A single wave of my hand stops him, so I can make my point loud and clear. "Every year it's the same bullshit, and I want nothing to do with it. The entitlement of these students is disgusting. Most of them are elitist at best and insufferable at worst."
"You have such a positive outlook on the future of our industry," he retorts, but he doesn't disagree.
I shrug. "I will try to lend more of a helping hand to the students of our department."
Brian shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Fine, but if you're not going to actively mentor someone, you're going to tutor. I have the perfect candidate as well. Professor Tamson is sending her over, but I don't see her here. Well, whenever Addison Shaw comes in, it's your responsibility to help her."
There's no room for negotiation as he heads down the hallway to the center door. My attention shifts to the dozens of people walking by the glass walls. I can't help but scan the faces for the blonde bombshell who disappeared into the crowd. I quickly give up the notion of her coming back and retreat to my office. I hate being told what to do regarding my job, but there's no way around this.
The leather and springs inside my office chair barely have time to squeak as I sit behind my desk when a soft knock on my office door breaks me out of my spiral of irritation. I'm in no mood to deal with anyone.
"Come in," I command from behind my desk.