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The Tutor

Cara is a shy instructor at the university. When she’s assigned to tutor a gorgeous new student, she struggles to keep things professional. The situation becomes even more complicated when a certain someone from her past reappears in her life, hell-bent on pursuing her. His dark desire knows no bounds, but Cara is still torn…what path will she choose?

Age Rating: 18+ (Sexual Assault/Abuse, Violence)

 

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Summary

Cara is a shy instructor at the university. When she’s assigned to tutor a gorgeous new student, she struggles to keep things professional. The situation becomes even more complicated when a certain someone from her past reappears in her life, hell-bent on pursuing her. His dark desire knows no bounds, but Cara is still torn…what path will she choose?

Age Rating: 18+ (Sexual Assault/Abuse, Violence)

Original Author: Kylie

I lock all three of the locks on my front door and set out at a light jog down the street. The leaves have already started to change, setting the streets and sidewalks on fire with color.

It’s a beautiful, sunny day and a chilly breeze slides in between the old brick buildings. A perfect morning for a run.

Today is the first day of school at the University of Springfield and my first day as an official adjunct instructor.

My nerves feel like they’re on high alert for this new adventure so I’m thankful I was able to wake up early enough to get a few miles in before I teach my first class.

Teaching math at the university was definitely not in my original plan but when my Ph.D. candidacy fell through, I needed a way to make money in addition to tutoring math students in the Math Learning Center.

Lucky for me, a few classes had opened up and I was hired to teach them.

This was the first time nearly any circumstance in my life could be referred to as “lucky” and I was glad I’d be able to pay my bills while I decided what to do next.

Despite my gratefulness, I felt a steady mixture of self-doubt and fear though this was not a new combination for me.

Around mile two, I turn a corner and notice a group of young, well-dressed men standing in the driveway of a fraternity.

As one of them spots me, he taps another with the back of his hand and gestures in my direction.

I attempt to steady my breathing and facial expressions to hide the terror gripping my chest.

I briefly consider crossing to avoid any potential interaction with them but instead simply steer myself into the street to avoid running through the group.

I put my head down.

It’ll be over in a few seconds. Just stay calm.

“Excuse me,” I mumble.

Suddenly, a hand closes tightly on my wrist and pulls me off balance.

“Where’s the fire sweet thing? I’ll save you,” one of the men says. I hear a few chuckles from the others.

My chest ices over with panic. I yank my wrist free but I’m thrown off balance and begin to fall toward the concrete. Hands slide around my waist which instantly sets my internal alert system off.

Before I know what I’m doing, I turn around and quickly thrust my hand upward into the stranger’s nose resulting in a slight crunch.

“Ahhh, what the fuck you bitch!”

I can’t even see his face as he covers it with both his hands. His eyebrows are twisted together in anger and pain, I know there’s blood collecting in those hands and I don’t wait around to see it.

I sprint away as fast as my legs will take me, leaving laughter and loud voices safely behind me.

Feeling shaky and straight-up terrified, I cut my run short and immediately go back to my apartment. Once inside, I slump against the triple-locked door and cry into my hands.

This is going to be a long day.

***

“Hey babe, you okay?” Gabby, my closest friend approaches me and shoves a coffee into my hand.

“Oh Gabby, thank you, you’re a goddess,” I sigh while taking a sip of the coffee she gave me. “I am not having the best start to the morning and I was already insanely nervous to begin with.”

“What happened?” She asks, her dark eyebrows knit together in confusion and concern.

I explain how I broke a stranger’s nose on my morning run just for grabbing my wrist. I feel my face heat up in embarrassment.

“Oh my god Cara, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Gabby starts looking me over for injuries as if I’ve just been shot or stabbed.

“I’m totally fine, embarrassed actually. I can’t believe I reacted that way. I mean, I CAN but I wish I hadn’t,” I drop my head in shame and look at our shoes.

“What are you talking about?” Gabby’s brown eyes narrow at mine.

“That guy had the nerve to grab you without your permission, that’s grounds for self-defense if you ask me. If my brother were there, he would’ve beat that dude’s ass.”

“I just hope I don’t run into them again,” I say quietly while looking around at all the faces swarming the courtyard of the university.

I instantly look for blood and then think about how stupid that is as he would’ve cleaned up before coming.

Get it together Cara.

“Something tells me a bunch of dudes who think sexually harassing a stranger is funny aren’t the Business Calculus type,” she laughs as I gulp for the 17th time that morning.

I take a deep breath and try to change the subject.

“So what’s your schedule like today?”

She takes a sip of her own coffee before responding.

“No classes for me today, mine start tomorrow. I’m just coming in to finish up my syllabi and to see if I can scrounge up some tutoring students so I can pay my hiked up rent. Did I tell you they raised it again?”

I nod and she scoffs like it’s the most ridiculous thing for landlords to up the rent in a historic, college town.

“Oh and my brother starts school today! I can’t wait for you to meet him!” Gabby exclaims.

Her brother Elias is starting at the university today. He is a freshman undergrad even though he is 21-years-old because he took a few years off to help on their uncle’s farm in Mexico.

Gabby talks about Elias constantly and I can tell they’re close. I’m excited to meet him.

we say goodbye, I make my way to the little gray cubicle with my name on it in the Math Learning Center while Gabby heads across the breezeway to the Science Learning Center.

I’m only teaching two classes this term in addition to tutoring in the MLC which I’ve done for the last few years. I started tutoring as a way to make extra money but when my math Ph.D. fell through, it became a full-time gig.

Then at the end of last term, I learned a few classes in the math program needed new instructors including Business Calculus which was kind of my thing.

I reluctantly applied to A). pay my own hiked up rent and B). stay involved with the math program while I figured out what I really wanted to do.

I looked at my watch, I had about an hour before my first class started. I got to work putting the finishing touches on my materials.

“Good morning Cara,” a slippery voice reaches my ears.

I look up to see Paul, one of my least favorite people in the MLC. Paul was technically my superior and he loved to remind me of that fact as often as possible.

I also felt like he was constantly undressing me with his eyes even though I had nothing to prove this other than the creepy feeling settling in my stomach whenever his eyes were on me.

“Good morning Paul, how are you?” I give him the smallest, polite smile I can muster and turn my attention back to my laptop.

“I’m fine, looking forward to making some kids cry this term,” he laughed at his own joke as he leaned against the cubicle wall. I continued tapping away on the keyboard.

“How are you? Nervous about teaching?” His voice was purring with confidence but I could also sense desperation and longing. I tried not to shudder.

“Of course not,” it was a complete lie but I wanted him to leave me along and stop offering to “help.”

“Well, when you need help, you can always come to me,” Paul says. “I’ve taught those classes before.”

I finally will my eyes to look up at Paul just in time to see him give me a wink and saunter off. I suppress the urge to vomit in my mouth.

***

An hour later, I was bustling into my class with my papers, books, and bags. I was so nervous my throat felt completely dry and I second-guessed my outfit for the 100th time since I picked it out last night.

Students had already started to file in and I resist the urge to look at them as my heart slams against my chest and my stomach does another round on my internal roller coaster.

What am I doing here? I can’t do this.

My inner voices battle each other for the millionth time since I accepted this position.

You have to do this. People teach classes all the time. Calm down.

I chew on my lip as I feel more and more eyes settle on me or the clock or their phones. The sound of excited voices, notebooks flipping open, and pens clicking open accompanies the buzzing in my ears.

As the clock on my laptop officially changes to 9:00am, I stand up, smooth out my gray pencil skirt, and clear my throat.

Students continue to chatter away so I clear my throat a little louder. The forty or so students still talk in loud, animated voices.

“Excuse me?” I say quieter than I mean to.

A few students look my way but the noise still seems to carry on.

Suddenly a student near the door speaks up.

“Yo, listen up!”

The room goes quiet.

I feel my neck and ears heat up and pray my face doesn’t turn beet red.

“Um, right, okay, thank you,” I stutter. “My name is Ms. Thompson and this is, um, Business Calculus.”

I stumble through the class but feel I made it through relatively unscathed. We even completed a full problem before it was time to go.

I give them all their assignment info, mention my office and tutoring hours and release them.

I make my way back to the MLC and practically melt into my chair in my cubicle. I did it. It’s over. Now to do that twenty more times…

I begin scanning and answering my emails, and post the assignment info to the class digital blackboard. Before I know it, it is 11:45 am and time to meet Gabby for lunch.

I weave through the throngs of students in the breezeway, careful not to touch or run into anyone though they don’t afford me the same attention. Upon approaching her cubicle, I hear snippets of a conversation.

“…well Cara is brilliant with calculus so I’m sure she can help you if you have issues.”

I round the corner so I can see who Gabby is talking to. It was a young man with broad shoulders and a backward hat on. He was only a little taller than me but still made me feel small.

“Here she is! Cara, this is my brother, Elias!”

He turns to face me and I have to stop my jaw from dropping. He has a warm, friendly smile, full lips and hazel eyes. In other words, freaking gorgeous.

Tattoos poke out from the neck and sleeves of his t-shirt and I can tell he has defined muscles under his casual clothes.

His eyes widen slightly when he locks eyes with me.

He was the student in my first class who told everyone to be quiet.

“H-hi Elias, it’s nice to, uh, finally meet you.”

I awkwardly stick my hand out.

He seems amused as he looks at my hand. He takes it casually, wrapping his warm fingers around my small hand. I can feel the calluses on his palm.

“It’s nice to meet you again…Cara,” his grip lingers a bit longer before gently dropping my hand.

Gabby raises an eyebrow.

“You met already?”

“I just came from her class,” Elias says, his eyes still locked on mine. His voice is quiet and raspy, yet confident.

“Oh that’s awesome! It was her first class ever and she’s amazing with calculus. You’re in good hands Elias,” Gabby replies as she gently clasps her hands together in excitement.

Elias still has not removed his hazel eyes from my face and I’m feeling heat move up my neck again. A small smirk shows up on his face.

“Is that so?” It sounds more like a statement than a question.

“Erm, I guess? I work in the MLC next door if you need help,” I try to sound confident but have no idea if I’m succeeding.

I point to the MLC and consider giving directions just to say something with structure and assurance then convince myself to just shut up.

“That’s good to know,” Elias says smoothly, tilting his head slightly as his eyes roam my face. His smirk is still tugging at his lips when Gabby starts talking again.

“We’re going to lunch Elias, do you want to join us?”

“Nah, I’m meeting Nate and then I’ve got another class. I’ll see you at Mom’s for dinner.”

Gabby stands up and hugs her brother, Elias kisses her cheek and turns back to me.

“Goodbye Cara, it was nice to meet you,” he gives me a beautiful smile and walks away.

 

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ELIAS

I watch Gabs and that beautiful woman, Cara, walk away from the learning center toward the food court.

Holy shit, she is insanely hot.

Gabs has talked about Cara multiple times since I moved back but she talks about a lot of things, and at about 90 miles per hour, so I didn’t think about the prospect of her being so gorgeous.

Her hair is up in a casual bun, she has black glasses which amplify her green eyes and she’s in a white blouse and tight pencil skirt that hugs her thighs and ass. As soon as I saw her in class, I started to get hard.

Possibly the sexiest thing about her is how shy she clearly is. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is and that is a huge turn-on for me.

Not that I don’t love confidence on a woman but when I see a gorgeous girl who doesn’t know she’s gorgeous, who has never been treated the way a woman should be, I want to be the one who makes her see what I see.

I want to unleash her inner animal.

Gabs would probably kill me if I hooked up with her closest friend, but a little innocent flirting never hurt anyone right?

“Hey man, what’s up?”

My friend Nate approaches me, I’m still staring at Cara as she walks away.

“Sup man,” I casually shake my buddy’s hand as I snap back to reality.

“Scoping out the prospects? Lotta hotties at this school.” Nate says while looking around. The school is buzzing with foot traffic, loud voices greet each other for the first time in weeks or months.

Nate’s been here for a few years, he came here straight after high school while I went off to Mexico. I’m glad he was still here when I got back so I know someone at this school besides my sister.

I was slightly nervous about starting school at twenty-one but having a familiar face around helps.

“Of course man, of course. I’ve been on a farm for a few years, it feels good to be back among the living.”

We bump fists again and laugh. Nate throws his arm around my shoulders and reassures me that I’ll do fine, that I’m the smartest guy he knows.

I’m not sure about that but I appreciate his confidence. We head toward the food court.

After we snag a few sandwiches and sodas, we find an empty table among a sea of chattering students and instructors.

As I’m trying to listen to Nate talk about his class load, my eyes roam the area behind him. I finally spot Gabs and Cara. She covers her mouth as she laughs while Gabs excitedly tells a story.

Her ankles are crossed and she appears relaxed, certainly more relaxed than she was while meeting me just a few minutes ago but I spot her foot tapping a million miles a minute under the table.

I wonder if she’s always so nervous and what made her this way. She takes another bite of her food.

God damn, she’s hot.

“Hello? Earth to Elias?” Nate waves his hand in front of my face.

“Sorry man, distracted today. I haven’t been around this many people in…ever.” I take a bite of my sandwich and will myself to focus on something besides Cara.

We talk about what classes we have coming up and make plans to hang out over a few beers tonight.

As we pack up, I see Cara stretch and wonder what she’s wearing underneath her sexy librarian outfit. I’m curious if I’ll find out someday.

***

Later that night, we’re sitting down to dinner at mom’s and talking about our first days at school. I laugh to myself at how we’re in our 20s and still do things like talk about our first days of school over a dinner table.

My mom comes up and kisses me on the head and cheek several times.

“I’m just so glad to have you home hijo (son).”

“Thanks Ma,” I reply.

Gabs starts going on and on about her classes and something her colleague said to her. She’s always been hyper-intelligent, especially with science.

She knew from an early age that she wanted to teach at the university but we didn’t expect it to happen so fast. She’s only twenty-five and already has a full class load. At this rate, she’ll be a full-blown professor in no time.

“And how was your first day hijo?” Mom turns to me.

“Fine, I feel a little out of my element but I’m sure I’ll pick it back up soon.” I take another bite of arroz con pollo.

“You will, and I’m sure your hermana can help too,” Mom replies.

“Of course, if you need any help with your science or math classes, come to Cara or me!”

Gabs taps my shoulder with the back of her hand as if the idea just came to her and she hasn’t said this to me dozens of times since I returned to the U.S.

At Cara’s name, I involuntarily perk up.

“So…Cara is new to teaching?” I ask, trying to sound casual. She’s crossed my mind multiple times since lunch and I’m more than eager to learn anything I can about her.

I wish I had listened more all those times Gabs went on and on about Cara.

“Ooooo how was her first day? Didn’t you say she was a nervous wreck?” Mom interrupts.

“Oh my god yes. She does not have a lot of confidence but I personally know how brilliant she is,” Gabby takes another bite and chews a few times. “She just needs to get used to it I think.

“She definitely seemed high strung during class today,” I say.

“She’s kind of always like that but she also had a little incident this morning that didn’t help.”

“What incident?” I say a little too quickly.

“She was jogging and some dude harassed her,” Gabs says with a disgusted look on her face.

I clench my jaw.

“What?” I say angrily.

“Yeah, he grabbed her wrist and then her waist. She broke his nose then ran away!”

“Oh my god, is she okay?” Mom clutches her chest.

“Yes but given some things in her past, she’s extra protective. She was actually embarrassed that she hit him!”

“Oh wow, that’s terrifying. I’m glad she’s okay. Hopefully, that man learned a lesson,” Mom replies.

My stomach twists in anger. I barely know her but I can’t imagine anyone putting their hands on her like that.

“I would’ve beat the shit out of that guy,” I stab another piece of chicken with my fork.

Mom slaps the back of my head.

“Hijo! Not at the table!”

“Sorry Mama, some men just need an ass whooping. Who just grabs someone they don’t know? Especially her, she seems so…defenseless. I mean, obviously she’s not if she busted his nose but still…”

Pride blooms in my chest thinking of Cara delivering some street justice.

“Well, you can help keep an eye on her then,” Mom replies.

Oh, I plan on it.

 

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