One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 10

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

on her face, Several of her friends were

closer, nodding her head toward the podium where Edwin was currently talking

always seems to stare at you, and I hear that he

myself and I nearly

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

shrug. "I don't think so. Maybe it was just because I'm his teaching assistant. I really

I know-

giggles and mutters reached my ears. I looked over

it," I groaned, showing her

possible," she said. "Besides... Maybe you two could have a secret romance. It'd be so

night was a mistake. Now that I know him." I shook my head as my gaze fell on Edwin below. "...I would never date him "You're going to be practicing draping today, Edwin explained as

it works up, and why With that, the students began to work at their assigned mannequins while Edwin and

on a Friday. After this class it would officially be

clipboard to my chest,

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

student, however, caught my eye: a young Heta with a shock of red hair, freckles across

currently struggling with a

fabric slipped to the floor in

student. He met my gaze and shot me an affirmative

"What's wrong?" I asked.

try and force the fabric into the

the fabric for a moment before seeing the root of

for the mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a

not yours!" the

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