Inside her home.

My navigation app says there are still 15 minutes left of this trek. Mrs Revers lives almost 40 minutes away; no wonder she suggested her house. I wouldn’t want to drive this far for what will probably be a quick catch-up with a dog-shit student. The scenario has played in my mind several times since reading the email.

“Mr Doe, your score was so impressively low that I have concluded that not only are you not worth my time, thus I will not be having sex with you.”

…

Maybe a tad unrealistic.

I sling my bag on my shoulder and tap my knuckles on the mahogany door. I look up at the impressive house, shit, maybe I should be a professor… Not in finance, obviously.

The door clicks open and swings inwards, I look down, expecting to see, a bodacious, busty red head, instead stands in front of me, a black haired, average height white man. A small scar below his left eye, and a bored but friendly squareish shape to his eye. Square but not broad shoulders, fit but not ripped, he smiles and raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“Can I help you?” His voice is gentle and deep, with a slight raspiness to the consonants.
“Oh shi- Sorry. I'm looking for Mrs Re-” I clear my throat. “Amelia Revers?”
He’s silent for a moment, his eyes dash down and then back up. Did he just check me out?
“You must be Erik Doe?”
My face obviously shows my shock as he laughs.
“Sorry. I’m Leon Revers, Amelia is my wife.”
He stands to the side and motions me in.
“Please, come in. Ammie is just finishing up her shower. I think she lost track of time.”

A grin passes across his face. What the fuck does that mean? Also… Ammie? That’s cute.

“Thank you, your home is very nice.”

Leon walks alongside me, stopping at the stairs. “Thank you, we were very fortunate to get this house. I’ll go let her know you’re here. Set up on the dining table.” He smiles, eyes narrowing as he looks me over before heading up the stairs.

I sit at the table and pull out my laptop and books. A shudder passes down my spine. Why do I feel like Mr Revers is more likely to fuck me than I am Mrs Revers? I’m shocked that he can handle that many women… He doesn’t seem weak, but he doesn’t seem…. Impressive either.

“You’re Early!”

I look pup and have to try hard not to spit out the sip of water I just took.
Mrs Revers peeks out from the top of the stairs, peering over, towel wrapped around her, her hair damp, her breasts squished by the towel, making them look impossibly large.
“Uh, you said 1 pm!”
She steps out slightly. Good lord, the towel is short, so much of her thick thigh is out. “Oh. Oops. I meant to write 2 pm. My mistake, I’ll join you shortly, I’m a bit wet.”

She steps back and disappears again. What the fuck? I take several gulps of water, trying to focus on anything except whatever it was that just happened.

She sits perpendicular to me on the rectangular dining table. She’s put on a simple short-sleeve shirt, a size or two big, fitting loosely around her and a pair of trackpants. I definitely cooked this exam, surely she would dress sexier… Or maybe I’m actually fully delusional about Mrs Revers.

She straightens up and looks me in the eye, her face almost a scowl. I think I did so badly that she’s not only going to stop tutoring me, she might actually kill me.

“Your final score was 92%.”
I blink.
Her lips twitch and she smiles.
“You were messing with me!” I say, my mouth falling open.
She covers her mouth as she lets out a low giggle.
“It was Leon’s idea.”
“I uh-” I’m in genuine shock. I don’t know how to respond except to laugh.
She calms herself down and returns her hand to her lap, “Well done Erik. I am very proud of you.”

A certain giddiness fills my heart at that.

“Not only did you meet my goal, you exceeded it. You are number four in the cohort so far. I have a few more left to review, but I don’t expect them to go that much higher.”

“Wow. So you’re saying I’m a genius?”

She smiles again and puts a finger on the table, pointing in my direction.

“With that standard now being set. I do expect you to improve even further. I expect you to be number one or two next semester. Understood?”

I nod, I should've tried a smidge less.

After reviewing the exam paper and my answers in earnest, Mrs Revers glances at her phone.

“I think we have done enough for today. I will let you get back to your summer holidays. Thank you for indulging me and coming to my house. I trust you’ll keep the address to yourself?”

“Of course… Ammie.”

Her mouth opens and she tuts as she looks at me, she raises a finger, “You get that one for free, Mr Doe.”

I chuckle, and she shakes her head.

“I have not forgotten my condition. I will contact you by email about our dinner date.”

Her voice lowers… So only I can hear, not her husband…

“And since you exceeded my expectations. I will think of something… Extra.”