"So... you don't tutor, huh?" • • • Fate has a funny way of being a bitch. Cassandra Berry thought she was done with a certain mathematical genius, after having just spent one whole summer in his alluring, pleasurable company. When time ran out and reality snapped back, however, all she was left with was a broken heart and a scholarship to a prestigious college. Now, months later, the last person Cassandra expected to walk into her college was the very same man she left behind last summer. The same man who swore on one solemn thing in his life; that he would never tutor. The same man now destined to be her new professor. As time progresses and schemes, secrets, and old friends and foes alike come out to play, it wasn't hard to predict that things other than numbers wouldn't add up. - Even to a mathematical genius. *This book is a sequel to The Mathematician and cannot be read as a stand-alone. But whatever, it's up to you, do what you want.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.