One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Audrey

I shot a puzzled glance between the dark-haired stranger and Max. There was no way I recognized who this man was. But Max didn't elaborate on how or why he recognized him.

When the man didn't respond, Max stepped forward and placed himself between the two of us.

"I'm so sorry for the trouble, sir," he said, grabbing my hand. "My girlfriend must be pestering you. I—"

"Ex-girlfriend," I corrected Max through my teeth. Ripping my hand out of his grip, I stood and folded my arms across my chest. "I thought I told you that we were through."

There was a long, tense silence between the three of us then-Max looking at me with panic, the dark-haired stranger blinking bemusedly from behind his glass of whiskey, and me staring daggers at Max. Then, with a self-satisfied smirk, I stepped up to the man and grabbed his arm. I curled the fingers of both hands around his forearm, feeling a slight blush color my cheeks as I felt sinewy muscle beneath. "This is my new date," I said, jutting my chin out at Max. "And I would appreciate it if you would leave us alone."

Max's eyes widened at my words. "A new date?" he echoed. "You expect me to believe that?"

I merely gritted my teeth in response and inwardly prayed that this man wouldn't expose me that he would just play along until Max left me alone.

"Don't make a scene, Audrey," Max said, his voice almost lost beneath the din. "Let's go—"

"She said, no." The man suddenly stood then to his full towering height. He was easily over a foot taller than me, his muscular frame crowding around me. I felt my cheeks turn an even deeper red as he looped one arm around my shoulders, tugging me closer.

Max blanched. "I really don't believe="

The man's arm tightened around me, and then suddenly the room was tilting beneath me. He was dipping me, his strong arms cradling me not even a foot above the floor.

"Just play along," he whispered, placing our faces close and using his body to block Max's view so that it looked like we were kissing.

At that moment, the sound of bells chiming erupted through the bar. The other patrons cheered and clinked their glasses, couples kissing and friends hugging.

It was officially the new year.

“I.....” I murmured, unable to find any words. Here, this close, with his long, dark hair cascading around us, with the scent of his masculine cologne and the sweet tang of whiskey on his breath...

I couldn't help it. I had to taste him.

my hands, pulled him the

tasted like liquor, and his stubble bit at the soft skin on my

pulled our lips apart, there was an undeniable heat between us. His gray eyes had gone husky looking at me,

again, and I felt as though the wind

dear. Shall we...?" He

wanting to get out of here. Getting out of here

"Yes," I said. "Let's-"

finish, the world was moving again-only this time, the man was picking me up in his arms princess-style, my skirt trailing over his elbow. Then, without so much as

I could see over the man's broad shoulders

the door closed behind us, casting the courtyard into silence,

on his arm to steady myself, feeling my heart throb beneath his gray gaze. Here, the falling snow seemed to mute all other sounds except our own

arm and stepping

stranger simply nodded. "I'm happy to help," he said, turning. "Goodnight.

was shooting out of its own accord. I darted my gaze upwards through my lashes, fixing him with a hard

to get revenge on

I blurted out. "I don't want

an eyebrow at me. "He's gone. You

taste the whiskey from his kiss, and it made

one second for the man to understand what I was getting at. A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. "My place isn't far from here,

...

on the bedside table illuminated the room, and a

arrived, and I had sipped it as he showed me around the various rooms of his place-he had

All I cared

pulled open the last button

my ankles, revealing my porcelain white skin and homemade lacey lingerie, there was a brief silence. I felt myself shifting my weight slightly from foot to foot as his gray eyes roamed my body, finally coming

tracing the line where my bra

at his delicate touch. "You

stumbled forward, catching myself with my hands on his shoulders.

contain my grin. Leaning down, I

already heard mine: Audrey. But what should I call you