One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 118 Edwin

That night, I had waited in my office for Audrey to leave, just as I always did. But 1 had waited for hours, and it was after midnight, and she still didn't emerge from the building. I had begun to think that she must have slipped out without me noticing, and maybe she was home already.

But then I found her at the bus stop, and I couldn't just let her wait there on her own.

Audrey's face cycled from confusion to fear and finally to what almost looked like mild annoyance once she saw my keys dangling from my fingers. "No thanks," she said, turning away and folding her arms across her chest. "I'm taking the bus."

"It's past midnight, Audrey. The bus isn't running anymore."

She looked around, her eyes scanning the empty street as if expecting the bus to suddenly materialize. "1. I'll walk, then."

I raised an eyebrow. "At this hour! In this part of the city? It's not safe."

Then I'll-

"Audrey, unless you want to sleep on the sidewalk here, you should just accept my ride."

Audrey seemed to flounder for a moment, her eyes darting between me and the empty street as her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she weighed her options.

Finally, she sighed, her slender shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine."

We walked to my car in silence, the only sound our footsteps echoing on the pavement. She wore a smart pair of trousers, a matching vest, and a loose button-down beneath-no doubt she had made all of it herself. Those **n heeled boots of hers that she loved so much clicked on the sidewalk, causing me to shoot a glance downward.

Instantly, I regretted it; the sight of her toned legs in those heels made my heart throb, and she almost noticed me looking

"Here we are." Clearing my throat, I stopped in front of my sleek black car waiting at the curb. I opened the passenger door for her, but she hardly acknowledged the gesture as she slipped inside. As I closed the door, my wolf growled in frustration. "You need to make things right with her," he said. "This is getting ridiculous."

I knew my wolf was right, but I couldn't help glancing around nervously before getting in the driver's seat. Fiona's threat to ruin Audrey's reputation if I kept talking to her hung over me like a dark cloud. There was no telling what Fiona might do if she found out about me giving Audrey a ride home...

Let alone if she knew that I had Audrey and her friends in my house one night.

skin, the sound of the rain attering against the windows. She'd looked exceptionally beautiful that night, even with her foot bandaged and her

dock, imagine my surprise-my mind quickly trying to decide if I had just found a real-life mermaid

unexpected visit, there was also the guilt. Because if Fiona knew, if she found out that

she was watching right

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car and pulled away from the curb, the silence between us was palpable, I could feel the tension radiating off of Audrey in waves. She didn't look at me, just sat with her arms folded and her

past.

eerily quiet at this hour, the streets deserted except for the occasional car passing by. As if it weren't already silent enough in the car, it was also dead quiet outside. Surprisingly, she was the first to breakqhat

urge to bite back a witry retort almost overwhelming. But my wolf stopped me; being

hesitated, my hands tightening on the steering wheel. How much should I

eyes on the road. "I don't leave until I see you get on the bus

saucers. "So you've been watching me?" she asked, although there was no real heat to her voice. Something told me that she wasn't as mad about it

don't feel comfortable leaving until I know you're safely heading home. Tonight, you were working extra late. You should be glad I

for a moment before muttering, "I could

this late for a young woman on her own," I reminded

A

flash of the old Audrey coming back. "Any creep?" she teased, gesturing to

a laugh at that. Despite everything, her wit

the quiet streets, I found myself stealing glances at her. The streetlights cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the tension in her jaw, the hurt in her eyes. I wanted

now. A few times, I almost did, my fingers itching to jerk the steering wheel over to the curb. But I

asked

shrugged, still not looking at

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me, her eyes narrowing

noncommittally. "I

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head. Now, it was my turn to be witty. "Are you planning

face reddened, and she quickly looked away, "I still have to win the contest," she said, her