One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 10 Audrey

The clock read 8:25 as I finally slid into my seat, coffee cup in hand. Tina slid in beside me and dropped her bag on the floor between us with a dull

thud

"Goddess, I hate morning classes," the groaned pathetically, rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. "Don't these professors know that it would be better to hold all the classes later in the day?"

I snorted. "Maybe you wouldn't have any problems waking up if you would stop scrolling on your phone until three in the morning"

"Hey! That is my S.T.T.," she retorted. "I need it or else I'll go crazy."

"STIF

"Special Tina Time!"

Shaking my head with a laugh, I returned my attention to my notebook-it was day three of classes,

s, and time couldn't possibly be moving any slower. But, things seemed to have at least been resolved between me and Edwin, so that was a relief.

Or so I thought.

"Audrey Psst. Audrey."

I lifted

my

classmates-Jenny-leaning toward me with a curious expression on her face, Several of her friends were

her friends before leaning in a little closer, nodding her head toward the podium where

always seems to stare at you, and I

tensed despite myself and I nearly spat

sputtered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that it was against the rules for that employee to try and refuse me." "You're sure he wasn't

so. Maybe it was

I know-

knowing look before returning to her friends and seemingly sharing the news. A moment later, a chorus of soft giggles and mutters reached my ears. I looked over at Tina with wide Tina grinned. "Ooh, Audrey, he's looking at you now," she cooed, leaning her head on my shoulder. "He wants

I groaned, showing her

two could have a

him." I shook my head as my gaze fell on Edwin below. "...I would never

bulleted lists on each fabric, how it works up, and why With that, the students began to work at their assigned mannequins while Edwin and I walked around to instruct them. The room was blissfully quiet and peaceful, save for the occasional remark or conversation I preferred this lower level class over the lecture hall classes; it was more hands-on, less mindless grading and listening to lectures, and the students were typically younger with more stars in

besides, it was late in the afternoon on a Friday. After this class it would

meandered through the classroom, clutching my clipboard to my chest, I stopped

pleat the fabric at the top," I would say. Or: "Remember that the fabric needs weight. If it's not draping, try giving it more slack to see

eye: a young Heta with a shock of red hair,

green eyes. He was currently struggling with a strip of linen fabric that wouldn't seem

slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly frustrating him. "Professor, I

student. He met my gaze and shot me an affirmative nod,

"What's wrong?" I asked.

student shot me a wary look and shrugged as he continued to try and force the fabric into the right position. "It's not working.

lips and eyed the fabric for a moment before seeing the root of the

reaching for the mannequin. "If you just

the Professor's help, not yours!" the student growled as he smacked