One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 8

Audrey

Edu's expression darkened. He didn't even bother to look down at the cash; rather, he was already circling around the table, his broad frame blowing out the light coming in through the window as he caged me "Say that again." he growled, his voice low and husky in my ear.

I gritted my teeth against two sudden sensations: the hard wood of the desk biting against my thighs and the undeniable heat between us. I couldn't decide which was worse.

Tilting my head back, I stuck my chin out at him and leveled him with the most stubborn glare I could muster.

"Since you seem to think so highly of money, 1 growled through my teeth, "I figured perhaps that you're the one who wanted compensation for last night."

A low snarl rumbled in the back of Edwin's throat. I felt his muscular arm loop around me, his fingers digging into the small of my back as he lugged me closer. For several long, breathless moments, the air thru

But I had already made my decision; no more of this. Not while I was his student, his teaching assistant, and maybe someday even his intern. Maybe not ever, now that I had seen his true colors.

Finally, with one last shove, I sent Edwin stumbling backwards in surprise. 1 huffed and hiked my satchel up over my shoulder again, brushing past him without a word.

Only once I was out of his sight did my

my cheeks finally dare to turn red

For some reason, my lule encounter with Edwin in his office just made me even more determined to place in the top three in the fashion show. Maybe it was to prove him wrong-

to show him that I wasn't some harlot who wanted to use sex to get what I wanted

to show him that I was serious, that be had me all wrong, and that he should have been ashamed of the way he had spoken

morning. I marched straight to the application

need one, after all, for my upcoming work. Normally i worked in my dorm, but I had spent the night drawing up some pretty elaborate plans for my new design, and needed the extra space, "Hello," I said as I strode up to the application office with all of my information in hand. "I'm here to

a middle-aged man with thinning hair, took my application and skimmed it over in the span of about five seconds at the most. I'm afraid we don't have any availabilities. I furrowed my brow and pointed

before throwing a shrug my way, thrusting my application back at

day of

are booked.

my stomach sink as made eye contact with none other than Linda and her cronies. Great, I thought, rolling my eyes as

explanation, he sighed deeply. "Look, lady, there's a long line of people behind you. What makes you think that one of the last few studio sp "Decency?" I scoffed. "You have to be kidding me. Are you implying that you're not going to give me a studio space because I'm a human? I thought

how it is.

right now, when so much hinged on this studio, the knife dug a little deeper than

mean friends my attention. Instead, I simply showed the application

at Grayspring just like everyone else, and my credits far

a

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a familiar voice caused my shoulders to droop. Turning, I saw none other than Edwin striding up to the desk with a bundle of manila folders tucked under one arm. He stopped beside me and hand "Here are those pass/fail applications, Jeff," he said, then paused, glancing back and forth between the two of us.

the folders and scoffed before I could speak. "This human is trying to get special privileges. Thinks she can get a studio before her werewolf peers." "That's not true!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in

"As if

my application out of my hand. I let him take it without argument and planted one hand on my hip, waiting- perhaps

"I'm so sick