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.

cupped his stubbly face in my hands, pulled him

bit at the soft skin on my cheeks. But neither of us pulled away. Not until the

heat between us. His gray eyes had gone husky looking at me, his fingers digging into the silk sash around

once again, and I felt as though the wind had been

officially after midnight, my dear. Shall we...?" He nodded

Getting out of here with him wasn't the

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

moving again-only this time, the man was picking me up in his arms princess-style, my

I could see over the

behind us, casting the courtyard into silence, and I was left all alone with the handsome

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

my grip on his arm and stepping away. "I'm not sure if he would have left me

nodded. "I'm happy to help," he said,

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

to get revenge

out. "I don't want

an eyebrow at me. "He's

momentarily licking my lips-I could still taste the whiskey from his kiss, and it made the warmth in my low belly almost

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

...

a small lamp on the bedside table illuminated the room, and a chill worked its way inside

tasted like wine. He had poured us each a glass when we arrived, and I had sipped it as he showed me around the various rooms of his place-he had said that I was free to wander wherever

I didn't care about that. All I cared about was this

moment when his fingers deftly pulled open the last button on my

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 to land

the line where my

suppressing a shudder at his delicate touch.

I stumbled forward, catching myself with my hands on his shoulders. I bit my lower lip as his fingers worked

contain my grin. Leaning down, I went to

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