One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 22

Audrey & Edwin

Audrey's POV

Just as the wine was about to splash all over me, a blur of movement caught the corner of my eye. I flinched instinctively, squeezing my eyes shut as I braced for the inevitable drenching of red liquid all over my dress.

But it never came,

Slowly, I peeled one eye open, only to find Gavin standing there with a rapidly spreading stain of red across the front of his crisp white dress shirt. He had jumped right into the path of the wine, shielding me from "What the hell?" the blonde woman snarled, slamming her empty glass down on the table with a thud. "That wasn't meant for you!"

Gavin straightened up, brushing a few stray droplets from the sleeve of his jacket as he regarded her evenly. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I cannot let you assault another patron," he said, his tone shockingly calm despi going to have to ask you to leave"

"Do you even know who I am?" she hissed, leaning in close enough that I could smell the sharp tang of what was clearly expensive perfume on her skin.

Before Gavin could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "I know exactly who you are, Fiona." We all whipped around to see Edwin striding back toward us, his face stonier than I had perhaps ever s a public setting, then you should return to whatever hole you crawled out of before I'm forced to have you removed."

Gavin visibly bristled at the threat, but the woman-Fiona, apparently-

merely jutted out her chin defiantly as she plopped herself down in the chair I had vacated moments earlier. "I'm not going anywhere," she sneered up at Edwin

He arched one dark brow, utterly unbothered. "Very well Have it your way."

number before lifting it to his ear. "Yes, I need you to come and collect your daughter," he said after a beat of silence. "She's mak Whatever

she hissed, shooting me one last venomous glance before turning on her heel. "But this isn't

Edwin's POV

satisfaction and disdain as Fiona's face flushed beet red, a vivid blush of mortification creeping down her chest. She swung her hips as she stormed off, her designer handbag trailing at h shiny red bottoms of her

I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. The spoiled brat never knew when to pick her battles. Although I had to admit, watching her embarrass herself so

my gosh, are you okay?"

"You didn't have to do that, you know, Now your uniform is ruined!" The young waiter merely chuckled, waving away her frantic words with one hand. "It's not a problem, Miss" he

taking a step back now that she had finished dabbing his shirt to no avail. "Well, it's lovely.

turned on his heel and

clean up mouth working uselessly for several moments. "Who.. who was that woman?" Audrey's voice was barely above

felt my expression harden instinctively. Where could I even

his shirt, her

one of any real importance," I said curtly,

spoiled heiress with more money

the check, an awkward sort of silence fell between Audrey and myself. Eventually, the

have her snatch it away before I could

stop me just as I was opening my mouth

digging through that small purse of hers with jerky movements. It was obvious that she was stressing over whatever

numbers in the reflection of the mirror behind her in the elevator. She had less than a thousand dollars; barely enou weren't exactly paid top dollar for

have to do something about

a soft sigh, I held my hand out across the table, my expression