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."

a ripple of murmurs worked its way around the room. But I could only shield myself from so much; and there was one person in particular

twin holes into my skull, her seething hatred a palpable force even 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 need to hide your face, dear," Professor Daniels said, her sing-song voice pulling me out of my reverie. "You should be proud.

all I could manage, still carefully avoiding Linda's

"May I keep this sketch?" she asked. "I'd like to hang it up

while, Linda was practically growling at her seat. Even though I didn't look directly at her, I could see her

hesitation, I finally nodded and let

Chapter 32

the drawing up on the wall, and all

Third Person POV

Linda was furious.

more than 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 toes curling and her fingernails digging

Audrey strut 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

only reason why Linda was so full of anger. No, this went far

table, and Linda just had to pick up the pen. All the fame and glory of working for one of the greatest fashion designers of all time would

had likely used her body to convince him to

even the worst

"Linda?"

do you want?" Linda snapped. Maggie gulped and pointed at the clock. "Class is over," she said. It was only then that Linda noticed that the other students were already getting prepared to

talk to the dean?" Maggie asked, knowing well enough not to look