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."

and collect your daughter," he said after a beat of silence. "She's mak Whatever else he said was cut off as Fiona abruptly shot to her

venomous glance before turning on her

Edwin's POV

vivid blush of mortification creeping down her chest. She swung her hips as she stormed off, her designer handbag trailing at h

knew when to pick her battles. Although I had to admit, watching her embarrass herself so thoroughly in public was mildly amusing There was a beat of stunned silence in Fiona's wake. Then, abruptly

gosh, are you

rapid rise and fall of her chest as she frantically tried to dab at the stain on his shirt. "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 assured her, his cheeks flushing red as she dabbed at his shirt. "I would much rather let my uniform Audrey

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

he turned on

She fiddled with the now-reddened napkin she had used to clean up mouth working uselessly

expression harden instinctively. Where could I even

his shirt, her

I said curtly, desperate

"Just a spoiled heiress with more money than sense." I waved a dismissive hand. "It's

fell between Audrey

it away before I could get a

as I was opening my mouth to protest. "This was my

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

bank app; she had tried to hide it from me, but I could see the numbers in the reflection of the mirror behind her in the elevator. She had less than a

to do something about that, of course.

held my hand out across the table,