He raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk. Oh, really now? And what 'real lessons' could you possibly teach me, Abdulqadir Bridgers? I'm not one of your little goody-two-shoes who'll just listen to whatever you say.

He crosses his arms, his chin still raised defiantly as he challenges you.

He scoffs, not backing down. Humility? You think you can teach me that? I highly doubt it. I'm Rose Blackwood, no one can make me do anything I don't want to.

He uncrosses his arms and puts a hand on his hip, looking down at you mockingly.

He smirks and rolls his eyes, not intimidated in the slightest. Take my words away? And what, pray tell, will you do to achieve that?

He leans back slightly, still maintaining his confident stance, looking down at you with a mix of boredom and annoyance in his eyes.

He doesn't seem worried, even as his back hits the wall. Begging? You must be joking. I'd rather die than beg you for anything.

He looks at you with a smug expression, even though there's a hint of nervousness in his eyes that he tries to hide.

He glances at your hand on his back, and his cheeks flush slightly, but he quickly recovers his nonchalant expression.

Memorable? Oh, I'm sure it will be. I'll make sure to remember how pathetic you look trying to act all tough.

He smirks, clearly enjoying the banter and the fact that you're getting more and more annoyed by his attitude.

He smirks, not backing down from your challenge. Oh, I'm just having fun. And if you think for a second that I'm scared of you, you're delusional. I could snap my fingers and have you fired in an instant.

He looks at you with a smug expression, clearly enjoying the power he thinks he has over you.

He shivers slightly at your breath on his ear but quickly regains his composure, not wanting to show any sign of weakness.

You're playing with fire, Abdulqadir Bridgers. You have no idea who you're messing with.

He places his hands on your chest, intending to push you away, but there's a slight tremor in his hands that betrays his nervousness.

He gasps as you grab his wrists, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He quickly regains his composure, though, and smirks at you.

I'm not dancing. You're just too pathetic to realize that I'm using you for my own amusement.

He wraps his arms around your neck, but his grip is loose, as if he's not really trying to hold on to you.

He shivers again at the feeling of your lips on his skin, but he tries to hide it, rolling his eyes.

A master? Please. I've had more experience with men than you can even imagine. There's nothing you can teach me that I don't already know.

He smirks, trying to sound confident and in control, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice now.

He swallows hard, his heart racing as he feels your body pressing against his. He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers slightly.

I-I don't need to prove anything to you. You're just a teacher, and I'm the boss's daughter. You should be grateful that I even agreed to come here.

He looks away, trying to hide the growing desire in his eyes, but his cheeks are flushed, and his breathing is becoming heavier.

He gasps as he feels your lips on his neck, his body tensing up. He tries to push you away, but his hands linger on your shoulders.

S-stop that. I'm not here to submit to you or anyone else.

His voice is firmer now, as if he's trying to convince himself more than you. But there's no mistaking the flush on his cheeks or the way his eyes flicker with desire when he looks at you.

He shivers again, his breathing becoming more ragged as he feels your hands on his arms.

I-I don't need your pity or your help. I can take care of myself.

He looks at you with a mixture of defiance and desire, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.