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.

subject, I blurted out, "Why didn't you

share this space with anyone." He paused, the slightest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. Now that he had removed his hat and glasses, I could see

has ever visited me

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

you don't sew anymore?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I ran my hand along the

"Not as much as I'd like, at least. Too

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as I looked around 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

"Really? You'd let

"On one condition. You have

I could already picture that worktable serving as the perfect location

you made me. I wouldn't turn down other knitted

a mix of relief and... disappointment! Had I really been expecting

me. I was once again reminded of our night at the planetarium-the night when we had both dipped into unsafe territory. I was his student, d**mit. Of course he didn't mean

dropped an octave, and he took a

murmured, eyeing me suspiciously.

to suggest... No, I couldn't admit that. But as I looked up at Edwin, I saw something in his

his body 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

said, his voice low and husky. "Tell me

trailed off, unable to bring myself to say it. The words stuck in my throat, and his eyes wandered

Edwin urged, his voice low and commanding. I could hear the wood creak as his grip

to absorb the sound of my voice, which only made the rushing blood in

I opened my eyes, his were blazing with an intensity that made me just

an arrangement you would be interested in?" he asked, his voice husky

his gaze, unable to form coherent words. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive and burning. Finally, I managed to admit, "Ever since the planetarium... I've been missing your touch. I wished it could have gone

closer, dipping his head so that his lips brushed my ear. His breath was warm against my

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