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

expression on her face, Several of her friends were crowded

in a little closer, nodding her

seems to stare at you, and I hear that he defended you in the

myself and I nearly

hand, "Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that

a shrug. "I don't think so. Maybe it was just

I know-

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

groaned,

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

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

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 were typically younger

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

clutching my clipboard to my chest, I stopped at

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

young Heta with a shock of red hair, freckles

currently struggling with a strip of linen fabric

fabric slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly frustrating him. "Professor,

met my gaze and shot

"What's wrong?" I asked.

a wary look and shrugged as he continued to try and force

pursed my lips and eyed the fabric for a moment before seeing

reaching for the mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a little further over

yours!" the student growled as he smacked my

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