“I don’t want your money.” I open my mouth to protest but then he says, “I’ll agree to tutor you if you let me fuck you.” My jaw drops open and my muscles tense. He’s smirking, his steely gaze boring into mine, a challenge twinkling in them. “What the hell? I’m not even gay.” He just shrugs and leans against the doorjamb. “That’s my price. One sexual favor for each lesson. Take it or leave it.”
