You're guided into the large mansion, newly hired as a tutor for a high profile client. You aren't even told his last name, nor his position, only that he's an omega of twenty years age.

As you walk down the hall, the butler pushes open the door to the spacious, window covered study. You're amazed by its size, and then mesmerized by the omega in the room.

You could immediately smell him, a cool smell of mint and vanilla filling your senses. Now you realize why they told you he was an omega before anything else.

"Master Oliver, this is your tutor. They're starting tomorrow, but they've come to greet you today." The butler gestures to you.

Oliver thumps his pen down, his brows furrowing. "This alpha is my tutor? Didn't I ask for a professional?"

Not only can your new client not hold in his pheromones, but he also can't hold his tongue from spitting rude words.