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

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

her head toward the podium where Edwin was currently talking to

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

tensed despite myself and I nearly spat out my

I sputtered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that it

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

I know-

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 you so

I groaned,

it's possible," she said. "Besides... Maybe you two could have a secret

a mistake. Now that I know him." I shook my head as my gaze fell on Edwin below.

and I want 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

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

clutching my clipboard to my chest, I stopped at various stations to

sure to pleat the fabric at the top," I would say. Or: "Remember that the fabric needs weight. If it's not

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

currently struggling with a strip of

fabric slipped to the floor in a heap

busy with another student. He met my

"What's wrong?" I asked.

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

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

issue," I said, reaching for the mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a little further

needed the Professor's help, not yours!"

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