Chapter 2 Tutor but Not Bar Hostess
It seemed that Smith didn't hear and even didn't move his head. He took out his phone casually and said, "Cigarettes."
People were laughing and smoking in the room. If a master wanted to smoke, the bar hostess would put the cigarette in her mouth and light up it. Then, she would send the cigarette with her red lipstick to the master beside her.
Jane slightly looked down and picked up the cigarette pack on the table. She took out a cigarette, handed it to Smith's mouth, and then helped him light it up. When the fire was lit up, she saw the man's lips, not very thin, with a good lip shape, but inexplicably let her associate with the word 'mean'.
Smith played with his phone while smoking, ignoring Jane's presence. Jane, however, didn't care about his response and introduced her teaching experience to him. For one time, Smith picked up the cigarette with his right hand, and some ash dropped into his sleeve. Noticing this, Jane quickly handed the ashtray to him. Smith serenely put out the cigarette in the ashtray. Then he put his arm in front of Jane at his convenience without shaking off the ash.
Jane slightly paused.
At that time, both of them didn't move. It seemed that they were frozen at that time. After a while of silence, Jane helped him roll up the sleeve without touching his skin. She slightly looked down, hard to figure out her emotion. She said while rolling up his sleeve, "If Mr. Smith trusts me, you can have some free classes first..."
She quickly rolled up his sleeve to the end of the elbow, revealing the man's long and wiry forearm. The cigarette ash finally fell out. Smith withdrew his arm, still sticking his sight to the screen, and said, "How much do you charge?"
This was the first question he asked her after she sat down. Jane immediately answered, "There is no charge during the trial-class period."
Smith's face was lit up by the faint light of the screen. He looked indifferent and said in a low and pleasant voice, "How do you do that? Will you come to my home, or will I go to your home?"
The man's sexy voice made people's imaginations run wild. The chuckle coming from not far away showed that Jane wasn't the only one who overthought.
She paused for two seconds and then answered as usual, "The customer comes first, depending on your needs."
Smith asked, "What is the price after sleeping with you?"
Jane said, "According to the regulations of Forward Education, a B-level tutor charges eighty dollars for one minute, so a lesson of one hundred minutes costs eight thousand dollars." she added, "Before taxes."
Smith suddenly slightly took a glance at her. She wore a white student skirt, not skimpy for her upper body and even conservative, but the skirt outlined her curve and slender waistline. She was tall, with a height of 1.73 meters, so the skirt wasn't long enough to fit her body, making her long legs beautiful.
Smith withdrew his sight after three seconds and said without any emotion, "I'll raise the price for you, adding a zero after the price for each class."
He spoke casually as if he was not talking about money but just ordinary numbers. The smile spread wider over Jane's face, and she said, "I don't get the reward without making a merit."
Smith turned to look at her for the second time this night. His eyes met hers in the dark. He said in a low voice with some meaningful delusion, "What if I say you have a merit?"
The man's sight fell on her face directly, making her under pressure when she looked at him. If she still pretended to be confused at this time, then she was really silly.
Jane said with a slight smile, "It is important to know my limitations. I'm not qualified to take on the job with such a high salary."
She stood up and was about to leave while talking. Smith leaned on the sofa and said, "Then name your price."
His voice became indifferent again as if she misunderstood his delusion before.
In the room, people were previously drinking and singing, but when Smith changed his tone, all people unanimously lowered their voices. Jane doubted whether they were entertaining or not.
A lot of people were watching her from the back. Jane gradually withdrew her smile, looking at Smith, and said calmly and steadily, "I come for the interview for a tutor, but not a bar hostess."
After she said the words, she seemed to see Smith smile slightly. A few seconds later, he leaned forward and showed up his face from the dark. His face was delicate and stunning but not feminine. His short haircut and deep eyes showed that he was possessive, extreme, indifferent, and dangerous.
He slightly raised his eyes to look at Jane, a glance to measure her from head to foot with naked mockery, and asked, "Tutor? Where? Are you like a tutor?"
Instead of being anxious, Jane said calmly, "I don't expect that you are so snobbish that you just respect others for the outlook but not for the quality. I just do in Rome as Rome does, but I'm not a bar hostess. Don't judge me with the clothes for the price. Also, you can go after me, but I won't be your sugar baby."
After saying the words, she walked to the door. People in the room had been silent for a while. When Jane opened the door, a man on the sofa suddenly said, "Who are you? Come and go as you please?"
The bodyguards beside the door forced Jane to stop. She turned around slowly and looked at Smith in the corner but not the person who spoke.
No one dared to speak to Smith in this way, let alone in front of so many people. The room was extremely quiet. People in the room didn't want to be lookers-on this time, but they wished to be blind and deaf so that they didn't know what had happened just now.
Nobody dared to be a looker-on of Smith. He sat on the sofa, paused for a while, and said, "Let her go."
The bodyguards let her go at the same time. Jane just walked out of the room without looking back. Hearing the sound of the closing door, she knew that she had offended another customer this time, or a great customer. However, she became more excited when she was upset. It seemed that there was a beast trapped in her body, struggling and rushing, making her distracted and perturbed.
Jane looked down and walked fast. She only wanted to change her clothes and leave this terrible place. She didn't notice the nearest door was opened, and suddenly someone walked out, so she hit the person directly.
Jane was staggered by the collision and instinctively breathed. She heard the person impatiently tsk, so she raised her head to apologize. However, when she saw the person, she was shocked and changed a cold expression.
In front of Jane was a short fat man of forty with a height of just 1.7 meters. He was about to swear because he was bumped. However, he didn't say the words and was stunned for a while when he saw Jane. When Jane was about to leave, he spoke with surprise, "Miss Cooper?"