One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 68 Audrey

I couldn't help it. My face fell a bit when Edwin said those words that I was a good... assistant.

Is that all I was to him? Just another amistant? I knew it was silly, but I couldn't stop the disappointment from appearing across my face.

Edwin didn't seem to notice at first, both of us sipping our wine. But when I set my wine glass down and my hand shook slightly, he shot me a confused look. "Something wrong?"

I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the stem of my wine glass. Maybe the alcohol made me a bit bolder than I should have been. "It's just... I guess I always hoped I was a bit more than just an assistant to you," I admitted.

The silence that followed my words was deafening. Edwin's face was unreadable, his gray eyes searching mine as though he expected me to be joking. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I shouldn't have said anything.

"I'm sorry." I quickly backpedaled with a wave of my hand. "It's the wine talking. Forget I said anything."

Edwin leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "Audrey, I-

I cut him off before he could finish, desperate to change the subject. I didn't want to hear whatever he had to say. "So, um, what are your plans for spring break?" I asked, my voice a little too high-pitched. A part of me wondered if he would be spending time with the beautiful woman from the photo.

Edwin seemed to consider the question for a moment, swirling the wine in his glass. "I don't have any plans, actually," he finally said.

"Really?" I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice, and it made me forget about the woman in the photograph for a second. "I would have thought that you would be the type to have everything lined up. You know, fancy trips or important meetings.

He shrugged, pushing his chair back and beginning to gather our empty plates. "Not this time. I'll probably catch up on some reading, maybe do some work around the apartment Exciting stuff, I know." Nodding, I stood as well and began to help clear the table. But before I could get far, Edwin yanked the plate from my hands and nodded toward the armchair in the living room. "Sit he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. "You've already helped cook dinner. I won't let you clean up too."

It seemed there was no use arguing, so I grabbed my nearly-empty wine glass from the table and made my way over to the living room. I sat in the indicated armchair, the leather squeaking softly beneath my legs as I took my seat.

As I waited, my eyes darted to the photo on the shelf again. Suddenly, Edwin returned, and I felt my cheeks redden and quickly snapped my gaze away from the picture. If Edwin noticed, he didn't say anything. "What about you?" he asked as he topped off our glasses and took a seat in the armchair across from me, "Any exciting plans?

I nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Yes, actually. My friends and I scraped enough money together to rent a cottage at the beach. Nothing fancy, but it should be fun.

vacation after all your hard work mester. Thanks" I took another sip of my wine and stared at the paintings

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looking forward to it. Just sun,

for my star student

help smiling. "Yes, Professor. I'll be sure to protect my delicate human

feel the weight of my earlier words still hanging between us. I couldn't help but feel like I had ruined a perfectly nice evening with my **id comment. Why did I have to say anything? "Audrey," Edwin finally said almost as though reading my mind,

we just forget it?

eyes. "Alright. If that's

at his words. "Special how?" I asked, barely

talented, driven, and you challenge me in ways no other student has. Working with you

I supposed that part of me hoped he would have said that his feelings for me were what made me special, not all that other stuff.

I managed. "That means

us palpable. I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted, like I had crossed some

said or did something stup**again. We both stood, and I suddenly realized this might be the

tas

clutched in my hands. "At least as teaching assistant and professor. Edwin

like a ripe tomato, Without thinking, I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. His skin was warm against my lips, and I caught the scent

was so intimate, so

hoped he might kiss

mine. I stepped back, my heart pounding in my chest. "Goodnight, Edwin," I said, my voice a bit shaky despite my best attempts to hide it.