She quickly pushed him away and sat up on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

“Who is it?” he asked, confused.

“My tutor,” she replied, still breathless.

“Ignore her,” he suggested, his tone almost pleading.

“I can’t do that,” she shot back, getting to her feet and trying to think of something fast.

“Then open the door.”

“How can I open it when you’re here?” she countered, looking at him with alarm in her eyes.

“Tell her who I am,” he said firmly.

Those three words hit her like a weight. Who w