Chapter 3: A Dangerous Invitation

The next day, Ms. Thompson received a call from Sarah's mother, informing her that she had an unexpected appointment and wouldn't be able to make it home for dinner. She asked Ms. Thompson to go over to Sarah's house to help her with some schoolwork, and Ms. Thompson agreed, thinking it would be a normal tutoring session. As she pulled up to Sarah's house, Ms. Thompson couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She had tried to brush off the strange encounter from the night before, but the memory of Sarah's intense gaze and the way she had made Ms. Thompson feel lingered. When she arrived at the house, Sarah greeted her at the door, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Hey, Ms. Thompson. My mom's not home, and I was thinking we could, uh, study in the living room." Ms. Thompson's instincts told her that something was wrong, but she pushed them aside, thinking she was just being paranoid. As she entered the house, she noticed that it was eerily quiet. She set up her things in the living room, and Sarah sat down beside her, their thighs touching. Ms. Thompson tried to focus on the lesson, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Sarah was watching her, waiting for her chance to...do what, she wasn't sure. As they worked through the problems, Sarah kept finding excuses to touch Ms. Thompson's arm or brush her hand against hers. The air in the room began to feel charged, and Ms. Thompson's skin prickled with unease. She tried to keep the lesson on track, but Sarah seemed to be seizing every opportunity to get closer to her. It wasn't until they were working on a particularly difficult problem that Sarah made her move. She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Ms. Thompson's ear, her fingers grazing the skin. Ms. Thompson's heart skipped a beat as she pulled back, trying to create some distance between them. "Sarah, I think we should focus on the lesson," she said firmly, trying to sound calm. But Sarah just smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think I'm getting it now, Ms. Thompson," she said, her voice low and husky. "But I have to ask, what's a woman like you doing, teaching in a place like this? You're so...refined." Ms. Thompson felt a flush rise to her cheeks, but before she could respond, Sarah reached out and took her hand. "I know all about you, Ms. Thompson," she said, her eyes locked on Ms. Thompson's. "I know about your past, your secrets." Ms. Thompson's heart skipped a beat as she tried to pull her hand away, but Sarah held tight. "What are you talking about, Sarah?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Sarah just smiled, her eyes sparkling with knowledge. "I know about the way you used to be," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "I know about the things you've done, Ms. Thompson." Ms. Thompson's mind reeled as she tried to think of what Sarah could possibly know. But before she could respond, Sarah leaned in, her face inches from Ms. Thompson's. "Tell me, Ms. Thompson," she whispered, her breath warm against Ms. Thompson's ear. "Do you want to be in control, or do you want to let me take the lead?" Ms. Thompson's skin crawled as she tried to pull away, but Sarah's grip on her hand tightened. "You don't know what you're talking about, Sarah," she said firmly, trying to stand up. But Sarah just pulled her back down, her eyes flashing with a knowing light. "I think I do, Ms. Thompson," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "And I think you'll find that I'm a very...persistent student."