At first, everyone thought she was just another high school girl. But once they realized the man inside was Nicholas, the well-known CEO, everything changed. What kind of decent high school girl would get involved with someone like that?

As soon as Tessa stepped inside, the servers began whispering among themselves. “Adults sure know how to play dirty,” one said. “Right? She’s not even out in the real world yet, and look at what she’s already doing,” another chimed in. “I’m telling you, that girl’s got potential. Who knows how far she’ll go?” Someone smirked, “Sounds like you’re all just jealous. Like any of us would get that kind of opportunity.” The others scoffed, but deep down, jealousy gnawed at them.

“Still, who would’ve thought Mr. Lee had a thing like that?” None of them expected a successful businessman in his forties or fifties to be interested in girls so young, let alone have a school uniform fetish. That was why Tessa always wore the same outfit when he summoned her. At first, it made her uncomfortable, but over time, she realized the key was to enjoy the perks. There was no need to overthink it. After all, the man was powerful and capable—why should she care? Men were useful tools; that was all that mattered. Everything else was about learning to enjoy the game.

When Tessa opened the door to the private room, Nicholas was already seated at a table laden with dishes. Though well into his forties, he had aged well—no bald spots or beer belly. For a man his age, that was impressive, especially with his tall frame, easily over six feet.

Apart from his questionable tastes, Tessa found most things about him easy to accept. “Mr. Lee,” Tessa called out sweetly. Nicholas lit up, his eyes crinkling with delight. He waved her over. “Ah, good girl. Come on in.” “Coming,” Tessa replied, without hesitation. These meetings were always the same; she just wanted to get it over with quickly. She sat down on his lap with practiced ease. Seeing how well she played her part, Nicholas beamed.

Chapter 982

The table was covered in food—delicacies, rich dishes, and desserts. He had put real effort into it. Nicholas rested his hand on Tessa’s thigh, casually sliding it upward as he chuckled. “Nice material on this uniform. You hungry?”

“It’s decent,” Tessa replied. “This uniform’s courtesy of your donation, Mr. Lee. Our school’s very grateful for your support.” Then, with a teasing smile, she added, “I am hungry. I want Mr. Lee to feed me.” Nicholas loved that about her. She knew exactly how to play the game. She was smart, obedient, and full of little tricks. He spun the Lazy Susan. “What do you want to eat?”

Tessa genuinely picked through the dishes. Once they’d eaten enough, it was time for Nicholas to get down to business. Though, in truth, by the time they were trading bites, his hand had already slipped under her uniform. As his palm pressed against her skin, he let out a pleased sigh. Nothing matched the feel of youthful skin—the softness and warmth were unparalleled.