Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1') by Linnea May Read Free Book Online

more than these people would like to admit. Fancy elite school or not, people still enjoy taking advantage of their respective position. It's only human.
    Return service or not - Professor Warwick knows I could have them all, if I wanted to.
    Thing is, I only want one.

CHAPTER SIX
JACKSON
    S he is sitting in the exact same seat she sat in during my first lecture. Third row, slightly to the left from where I'm standing. Miss Harlington looks at me with narrow and expectant eyes. No smile, no smitten beam on her face as it is on most others. She has her brown hair tied up in a lose bun, with little strands falling out at the sides, framing her delicate face. Her hands are placed on top of each other on the table in front of her, and she's wearing a white blouse that matches her fair complexion. A perfectly good girl.
    Irresistible.
    The auditorium is filled to the brim. Approximately two hundred students have their eyes locked on me, waiting for me to start class. Unlike last time, I brought a dark leather satchel today. I place it in front of me on the table in a wide gesture before I face the auditorium again.
    Today, I don't have a big introductory speech prepared. I have something in mind that is loosely based on what I talked about last time, mixed with a few questions that'll lead the discussion further. Or so I hope. I have never taught before and I have no experience in working with students whatsoever.
    I didn't give them any homework, so there's nothing I could ask of them or discuss at this point. But there's something I need to mention before I start.
    "Good morning," I say, letting my gaze scan through the auditorium. I avoid looking to my left for longer than necessary, fearing that my gaze could get locked on Miss Harlington for too long.
    "There are a few things that still need to be settled in regard to how I intend to conduct this class," I resume. "First of all, I will not grade you and there will be no final exam."
    Murmurs of relief scatter through the crowd.
    "However, you will pass – or fail - this class based on standard attendance," I add, narrowing my eyes as I catch the eyes of individual students here and there. "And as Miss Harlington was nice enough to point out, I failed to take attendance last time."
    I quickly nod in her direction, capturing her horrified look for just a second before I turn back to the crowd. Displeased whispers are hushing through the rows left and right, mixed with glances in her direction.
    I don't want to single her out, especially there's reason to suspect that she's not very popular to begin with, but her attitude from last time cannot go unpunished.
    "So from now, every time we meet I will let this attendance list pass around, so you can sign your name and prove that you've sat through my class and listened to my wise words from beginning to end," I say, producing a stapled stack of paper from my bag and holding it up in the air.
    "Another thing that came up during my conversation with Miss Harlington is the fact that some of you might be interested in being graded for this class," I continue as I walk to the front row to hand off the attendance list. "As I've said before, there's not going to be a final exam, but if you're interested in writing an essay for a grade, you can turn it in to my research assistant."
    I turn back to the front of the auditorium and return to my place in the spotlight. The murmur that fills the hall speaks volumes of the students' discontent with my proposition.
    Oh, I bet they're going to love the next one.
    "Also," I add. "Even though I don't feel qualified to evaluate your work, I would hate if my words were to go unheeded in this class. So we will have little random quizzes. Unannounced, and whenever I feel they make sense. I won't grade them - but it'd be nice if you don't give me reason to doubt your school's excellence."
    An unhappy moan spreads across the crowd. I turn my gaze to Miss Harlington. She doesn't participate in the