One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

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

leaning in a little closer, nodding her head toward the podium where Edwin was currently talking

deal with him?" she whispered. "He always seems to stare at

myself and I nearly spat out my

He just said that it was against the rules for that employee to try

so. Maybe it was just because I'm his teaching assistant.

I know-

before 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 Tina grinned. "Ooh, Audrey, he's looking at you now," she cooed, leaning her head on my shoulder. "He wants you

I groaned, showing

could have a secret romance. It'd be so

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, Edwin explained as he

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

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

clipboard to my chest, I stopped

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

caught my eye: a young Heta with a shock of

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

fabric slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly

glanced up to see that Edwin was currently busy with another student. He met my gaze and shot me an affirmative nod, and I walked over

"What's wrong?" I asked.

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

for a moment before seeing the root

mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a little

the Professor's help, not yours!" the student growled as