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

my classmates-Jenny-leaning toward me with a curious expression on her face, Several of her friends were crowded around her, and they were all

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

"He always seems to stare at you, and I hear

myself and I nearly

"Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that it was against the

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

I know-

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

I groaned, showing her away

shrugged. "Hey, it's possible," she said. "Besides... Maybe you two could have a secret romance. It'd

I shook my head as my gaze fell on Edwin below. "...I would never date him "You're going to

you to achieve the same look with various fabrics. I also expect 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

a Friday. After this class it would officially be the weekend,

clutching my clipboard to

that the fabric needs weight. If it's not draping, try giving it more slack

particular student, however, caught my eye: a young Heta with a shock

green eyes. He was currently struggling with a strip of linen fabric that

finally groaned when the fabric slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly frustrating

with another student. He met my gaze and shot me an affirmative nod, and I walked over to

"What's wrong?" I asked.

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

for a moment before seeing the root of

you just

yours!" the student growled

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