One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 96 Audrey

Edwin flicked on the light, revealing what had been hidden inside the closet this whole time: sewing paradise.

Well, it wasn't just a closet-it was an entire workroom for sewing. Bolts of fabric lined the walls in a rainbow of colors and textures, a large cutting table dominated the center, and in the corner stood a mannequin with a half-finished suit pinned to

it.

"Edwin, this is... incredible." I breathed, turning slowly to take it all in. The smell of fabric and leather filled my nostrils, a comforting scent. But I couldn't help but notice the fine layer of dust on a lot of the surfaces, indicating that the room hadn't been used in some time.

He shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. "It's just a hobby. Nothing compared to your work, I'm sure.

"A hobby?" I snorted. "You're one of the biggest designers in the game."

Another shrug. "I just own the company. I don't design much of anything anymore."

Furrowing my brow, I approached the mannequin, and my fingers itched to touch the fabric. The craftsmanship was exquisite, every stitch perfect and precise. "This suit... Did you make this?" I asked, leaning closer to take in every little detail

Edwin nodded. "It's a work in progress, although I haven't touched it in months. I don't get much time to sew these days."

"You should finish it." Without thinking, I reached out to run my hand along the sleeve, admiring the smooth texture of the fabric. "It's love-

"Careful" Edwin warned, but it was too late.

"Ouch!" I yelped, having p**d my finger on a hidden pin in one of the pleats. A small bead of blood welled up on my fingertip

In an instant, Edwin was beside me. He took my hand gently in his, examining the tiny wound. His touch sent a shiver sc**tling down my spine, but I didn't pull away.

"You should be more careful," he murmured. Then, to my shock, he brought my finger to his lips and gently sucked the drop of blood away. His lips were warm and soft against my skin and I felt my face flush hot.

"... um..."I stammered, unable to form a coherent thought. What had gotten into Edwin lately? Was he still thinking about our date at the planetarium? The memory of his kiss that night flooded back, making my heart race.

change the subject, I blurted out, "Why didn't you show me this room

expression unreadable. "It wasn't pertinent until now, I guess. I don't usually share this space with anyone." He paused, the slightest ghost of a smirk tugging

that anyone but you has ever visited me here,"

flustered at his words. But I quickly turned, averting my gaze to a folded ream of fabric sitting on

trying to keep my voice steady. I ran my hand along the

I'd like, at least. Too busy with

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at the various expensive fabrics and one-of-a-kind notions, I was picturing what could be made from them. Something beautiful. "You could use it, if you'd like. Edwin said casually, picking up a scrap

"Really? You'd

"On one condition. You have to make it

favors.. I hated the way that I could already picture that worktable serving as the perfect location for, well.. Feeling bold, I asked, "What did

small smile. "Well, I loved that red scarf you made me. I wouldn't turn down other knitted things. I never

really been expecting him to

stared down at me. I was once again reminded of our night at the planetarium-the night when we had both dipped

and he took a step closer. Maybe I was

murmured, eyeing me

expecting him to suggest... No, I couldn't admit that. But as I looked up at Edwin, I saw something in his eyes that made my breath halt in my throat. There was a hunger there, a desire that mirrored my

radiated toward me, and I could smell his cologne-a heady mix of whiskey and wood fire smoke. I felt almost dizzy when I inhaled it, although my body already craved more like it was

it on your face, Audrey," he said, his

words stuck in my throat, and his eyes wandered across the slope of my shoulder. I felt something warm begin

on. Say it," Edwin urged, his voice low and commanding. I could hear the wood creak as his grip tightened on the shelf above

squeezed my eyes shut, gathering my courage. "Sexual favors," I whispered. The fabric lining the walls seemed to absorb the sound of my voice, which only made the rushing blood in my

Edwin's sharp intake of breath. When I opened my eyes, his were blazing with an

an arrangement you would be interested in?" he

alive and burning. Finally, I managed to admit, "Ever since

so that his lips brushed my ear. His breath was warm

something as mundane as sharing fabric," he growled, "you must have me all