One Night With My Alpha Professor
Her eyes snapped up to mine, her lower lip quivering slightly as she murmured, “But it’s—”
“It’s not,” I insisted, sipping my whiskey. “I’m glad to see you so passionate about it. It’s just surprising to hear you talk so much, that’s all.”
“Oh.” Audrey paused, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. Then, lowering her voice slightly, she leaned in a bit closer. “I have you to thank, really. If you hadn’t brought me in here, I never would have been able to prove that Linda stole my design.”