One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 32

Audrey & Third Person

Audrey's POV

The classroom was mostly quiet, save for the low murmur of conversation and the scratching of pencils on paper. At the front of the room was a model sitting in the nude on a velvet stool, posing with one arm draped theatrically over her head.

With one last final stroke of my pencil, I leaned back from my sketchbook and held it up to the light. I pressed my lips together as I turned it this way and that, noticing tiny details that needed fixing on the intricate figure drawing.

"Are you all finished, Audrey?" Professor Daniels, a woman with long, curly dark hair and warm brown eyes, said as she swept over to me.

I nodded and shrugged at the same time. "Yes. No. I don't know, actually..."

Professor Daniels chuckled, her skirts rustling as she walked up to my easel. "May I?" she asked and pointed to my sketchbook with a finger that wore several rings.

"Of course." I handed her my drawing. She inspected it for a moment just as I had, turning it this way and that in the light. Slowly, her eyes widened and she pushed a dark curl out of her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I blurted out, growing a bit worried. "Is it the head? I was having some trouble with the proportions

"No, no, nothing's wrong," the professor said. "This is lovely, Audrey. Truly. You have quite a gift for figure drawing." "Really?" I breathed.

She nodded hastily. Before I could protest, she was suddenly turning to the rest of the class with my sketchbook still in hand. "Everyone, I'd like you all to take a look at your classmate's work," she called out, holding the sketch over her head. "This is the sort of work I'm looking for."

way around the room. But I could only shield myself from so much; and there was one person in particular who there was no hiding from. Across the room, seated at another easel, was

from where I was sitting. She despised me-every inch of me. And now that the professor was showcasing my work, she despised me even more. "No

I could manage, still carefully avoiding Linda's

like to hang it

didn't look directly at her, I could see her hand trembling with fury out of my peripheral vision. "You can have it back at the end of the semester," the professor added gently, completely ignorant to my inner

finally nodded and let out a

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up on the wall, and all the while, Linda's eyes burned deeper and deeper into my head. I was just glad to gather my things

Third Person POV

Linda was furious.

if that was even possible. She was seething from head to toe, her blood boiling just beneath the surface of her skin, her hairs standing on end, her

around like a cock in a henhouse after what she had put Linda through. How dare that good-for-nothing phony get her drawing showcased to the entire class. It wasn't even good! It was mediocre at best, and that was only if Linda closed one eye, squinted the other, took ten steps back, and

the drawing wasn't the only reason why Linda was so full of anger. No, this

on the table, and Linda just had to pick up the

tail. She had likely

wasn't even the worst

"Linda?"

"Class is over," she said. It was only then that Linda noticed that the

to the dean?" Maggie asked,