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

friends were

her head toward

she whispered. "He always seems to stare at you, and I hear that he defended you

despite myself and I nearly spat out my

don't know. He just said that it was against the rules

it was just because I'm his

I know-

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 you so bad, beautiful human

I groaned, showing

"Besides... Maybe you two could have a secret romance. It'd be

as my gaze fell on Edwin below. "...I

forth in front of the class going to put pictures up on the presentation board 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

it was late in the afternoon on a Friday. After this class it would officially be the weekend,

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

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

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

He was currently struggling with a strip of linen fabric that wouldn't seem to

slipped to the floor in a

He met my gaze and

"What's wrong?" I asked.

a wary look and shrugged as he continued to try and force the fabric into

my lips and eyed the fabric for a moment before seeing

you just move the fabric a little

help, not yours!" the

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