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.

blurted out, "Why didn't you

with anyone." He paused, the slightest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. Now that he had removed his hat and

anyone but you has ever

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

steady. I ran my hand

at least. Too busy with work. But

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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 of fabric and turning it over in his

You'd let

You have to make it up to

way that I could already picture that worktable serving as the perfect location

I loved that red scarf you made me. I wouldn't

relief and... disappointment! Had I really been expecting him to say something else!

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

an octave, and he took a step

eyeing me suspiciously. "What

But as I looked up at Edwin, I saw something in his eyes that made my breath halt in my throat. There

effectively caging me against the wall with his broad form. The heat from his body radiated toward me, and

your face, Audrey," he said, his voice low

hard, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it "L.. I thought you meant...I trailed off, unable to bring myself to say it. The words stuck in my throat, and his eyes wandered across the slope of my shoulder. I felt something warm begin to stir in my low belly, something

his voice low and commanding. I could hear the wood creak as his grip tightened on the shelf above

lining the walls seemed to absorb the sound of my voice, which only made the rushing blood in my ears all the more

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

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

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 further that

lips brushed my ear. His breath was warm against my skin, and I

favors for something as mundane as sharing fabric," he growled, "you must have