One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 95 Audrey

I stepped out of the art supply store, clutching my new bundle of fabric and sewing notions to my chest. The soft, white cotton would be perfect for the outfit I was planning to make for Claudia's brunch-a smart pleated skirt and matching top. perfect for playing outdoor games, as Claudia had said.

The new materials had used up most of what was left of my spending money for the month, but I wanted to make a good impression-especially since I would be the only human amongst high society werewolves.

I couldn't help but grin at the thought. Me, à human, invited personally to Claudia Klein's home.

It was likely that the other guests would never expect someone like me to be there. Perhaps someday, when I finally made it in the fashion world, this would be one of those pivotal moments that I would be interviewed about in Vogue. My first foray into high society. Breaking the norms. Proving myself.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking. But a girl was allowed to dream, right?

As I headed home, the sweet scent of sugar and coffee wafted into my nostrils from a nearby bakery, making my stomach growl. I paused, eyeing the display of pastries in the window.

A coffee and a treat would be nice...

I pulled out my wallet, counting my change. After splurging on fabric, I wasn't sure if I had enough for a snack. But the aroma was too tempting to resist, and so I pushed through the doors, still holding my paper bag from the art supply shop, and got in line.

Inside the bakery, the warm air enveloped me, filled with the scent of fresh-baked goods. My mouth watered as I

approached the counter. The display case was filled with an array of pastries-flaky croissants, gooey cinnamon rolls, and

delicate fruit tarts.

"What can I get for you?" the barista asked. She was a young werewolf, probably around my age, with a bored expression that suggested she would rather be anywhere else.

"Um, could I get a latte and... one of those cinnamon rolls, please?" I pointed to the pastry case, my stomach already rumbling a bit in anticipation

She nodded, ringing up my order. "That'll be $7.50

I dug through my wallet, my heart sinking as I realized that I was just under a dollar short. "Oh," I muttered."

an eyebrow. "Problem?"

"I'm a dollar short, I admitted, my

"Typical," she muttered. "Humans always think they're entitled to waste everyone's

like I had been slapped. No matter how many years passed, I still never fully got used to those sort of snide comments. "That's not.. I didn't mean

was waving me away, a gruff voice suddenly said

than Edwin standing there, wearing sunglasses and a baseball

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you don't have to-I started, but Edwin was already handling a wad of cash to the barista and ordering a black coffee for

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the change," he said, then hardened his expression. "And you should watch your

deep, red scarlet as Edwin put his arm around me. The barista's eyes widened, her previous boredom replaced by shock and maybe

know she was-" she

steering me away to wait for our drinks. His arm around me was warm and solid, and I tried not to tremble too pathetically as we strode away

realize I had been holding-although it was hard to breathe with his arm around me like that. "Why did you do that?" I asked, my heart still racing

shoulder and grimaced, then shot me the tiniest ghost of

barista a lesson..

hair behind my ear, feeling bashful. Part of me wished it had been true, that I really was his girlfriend. That would

thought away before

said softly. "You didn't have

wanted to," he replied, his voice low. He finally removed his arm, and I felt the loss of his

the cinnamon roll. He strode back over to me, handing me my cup and the small bag containing my pastry. I didn't hesitate to peel the paper

the bag that was clutched in my arms. "What's the fabric for?" he

event to go to," I said vaguely, not wanting to

for it."

surprise, Edwin didn't press about the event. But he did frown. "Audrey, I know you love designing clothes, but if you can't afford coffee, then maybe you don't need to make a