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

toward me with a curious expression on her face, Several of her friends were

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

him?" she whispered. "He always seems to stare at you,

tensed despite myself and I

with the back of my hand, "Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that it was against the rules for

it was

I know-

the news. A moment later, a chorus of soft giggles and mutters reached my ears. I looked over at Tina with wide

groaned, showing her away

shrugged. "Hey, it's possible," she said. "Besides... Maybe you two could have a secret romance. It'd be so sexy, just like in

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,

mannequins while Edwin and I walked around to instruct them. The room was blissfully quiet and peaceful,

late in the afternoon on a Friday. After

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

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

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

was currently struggling with a strip

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

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

"What's wrong?" I asked.

continued to try and force the fabric into the right

the fabric for a moment before seeing the root of the

I said, reaching for the mannequin. "If you just move the

help, not yours!" the student

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