"School starts in a few days. Focus on your studies and experiments, and don't waste your time on meaningless things," Sebastian said as he sat beside me, his tone anything but gentle.

I raised an eyebrow, leaned closer to him, and smiled mischievously. Lowering my voice intentionally, I teased, "What do you mean by 'meaningless things'? Does sleeping with you count?"

I moved closer to his ear, my tone seductive and deliberate. "I've been thinking about that for a long time."

"I've been holding back for a long time, too," he murmured before swiftly pulling me into his arms, his warm breath grazing my ear. "If you want, I wouldn't mind making it real."

"The driver's watching!" I blushed deeply. I only planned to get a raise, but I'd bitten off more than I could chew.

Sebastian glanced at the driver out of the corner of his eye and calmly said, "He's visually impaired. He can't see a thing."

"Let's talk this out like civilized people. There is no need to get physical, okay?" I was completely immobilized in his grip.

A low chuckle sounded above me, and then he released me, his voice tinged with an almost playful amusement. "Are you really that scared?"

I coughed a couple of times, trying to salvage a bit of my dignity, but then I realized it was a lost cause. Might as well give up on that.

Back at the villa, surrounded by gourmet dishes, I asked the chef to prepare some pasta and jelly.

When the dishes were served, I eagerly dug in. "Ah, a master chef is truly worth every penny. The pasta is phenomenal! If I set up a stand on Sunset Boulevard, I'd make a killing."

I wolfed down three big bites, finishing the plate in no time. Just as I was about to savor some jelly, Sebastian chimed in, "Don't eat too much cold food."

"Uh, okay." I obediently put down my fork, already scheming in my head. "How could I convince the chef to help me sell pasta and jelly on Sunset Boulevard?"

After a moment of thought, I glanced at Sebastian, who was cutting steak beside me. "Honey, I think as wealthy people, we should have hearts of gold."

Sebastian took a sip of his wine, not even bothering to look up, and simply responded with, "Hmm, and then?"

"I think we should share some food with those who can't afford to eat," I declared with a face full of righteous conviction, my expression so earnest I almost believed it myself.