Make Me Bad: Private Lessons Read Online Free PDF

night.”
    I know exactly the restaurant she means.
    “When?” I ask.
    “Eight-thirty.”
    “I’ll try to make it.”
    Madison hesitates in the doorway and then nods. She seems to
want to say more, but she doesn’t. Then she’s gone.
    I can still smell her perfume in the air, and I sink into a
chair and inhale deeply, willing the erection in my pants to subside. The scent
is intoxicating, yet I know it’s more than the perfume itself.
    I shouldn’t be pursuing this fling with her. I should
be focusing on my work here in the city, and enjoying living in Paris as a
single man in the prime of his life. Hadn’t I endured enough with Vera? Did I
really want to get caught up in another relationship? Especially a taboo tryst
that will never, could never lead anywhere?
    Though, wasn’t Paris the kind of place to do such a thing?
Why can’t I enjoy Madison while we're both in this incredible city? She
certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself last night, and the thought of
educating her sexually is arousing. I'm sure she hasn't had many partners, and
I’m sure I can show her a thing or two.
    The thought of getting her naked in my bed, and making her
come again and again is making my dick harder. Would she be as eager of a
student in bed as she seemed to be with music? Maybe she has some kinky fantasy
of sleeping with her teacher—I can definitely work that to my advantage.
    I let my mind run over the possibilities as I make my way
back to my apartment.

Chapter Five

Madison
     
     
    I'm annoyed when I get back to our flat and find that Cleo
is out and about. I need to do some serious venting about Luc's Dr. Jekyll and
Mr. Hyde persona.
    On second thought, maybe it's a good thing Cleo isn't here.
I should really just keep my mouth shut about Luc. He’s said himself that he
could lose his job. I’m pretty sure sleeping with your students will make you a
pariah in any educational circle, no matter what the circumstances. Paris study
abroad or not.
    What is it about being in Paris that makes me lose my
inhibitions? Kissing Luc in the music room was incredibly sexy and if he hadn’t
had half a brain to stop us, I probably would have dropped my panties for him
again right there.
    Oh my god. I’m turning into a slut. Does this make me a
slut?
    And if it does, do I really care?
    Luc has an undeniable power over me...I lose control and
forget every good value my parents ever instilled in me. And I would die—just
die—if my parents ever found out what was going on.
    I head back into my room and put my guitar down. I open my
laptop, but I’m too keyed up to do anything productive, so I shut it and wander
back into the kitchen. It’s after six. Cleo and I should've already been one
bottle of wine deep by now.
    Screw it. I can open one myself and these are desperate
circumstances. I pull a bottle of chilled white out of the fridge, and pour
myself a glass. I take three large sips and instantly feel better. I drain the
glass and pour myself another.
    I have schoolwork to do, but I’m certainly not doing it
while drinking, so I pull out a glossy Paris fashion magazine and settle onto
the couch, facing our balcony and panoramic views of the city. The Eiffel Tower
is directly in my line of vision, and I take a moment to realize how truly
lucky I am to be here. How many people can look out their window and see the
Eiffel Tower in all its amazing glory? I really owe my parents for finding this
apartment. I don’t even want to think about how much it cost. I need to find them
some pretty amazing Christmas gifts while in Paris.
    It's only the first week in October, and our semester abroad
doesn't end until December fifteenth. Just like in New York, our classes go
until the first week in December, and then we have a week to wrap up and take
finals. I'm so excited to see the city of Paris decorated for the holidays.
    My parents offered to come out and spend a long weekend in
the city, but we haven’t talked about it since. It might