PREMISE
“Repeat after me… slowly.”
After years of sterile marriage and quiet divorce, Eva just wanted to feel curious again. French lessons seemed harmless—something cultured, something soft.
Until her new tutor, Julien, walked in.
Young. Sharp. Intense in a way no twenty-three-year-old should be.
She wanted to learn the language.
He wanted to hear her beg in it.
Every Wednesday at 7 PM, the door closes.
And Eva’s rules collapse—word by filthy word.
Chapter One:
The Lesson Begins
The doorbell rang exactly at seven.
Not a minute before. Not a second late.
I stood in front of the mirror in my silk blouse, pretending I wasn’t adjusting the buttons for him. Not too low. Not too high. Just enough to make him look. Just enough to make it seem accidental.
It had started so innocent
