Okay, here is part two! Thanks again to Teanni for the wonderful beta-ing, and to everyone who reviewed! I hope y'all enjoy this next installment!

Kat found Jon's little note when she pulled out her laptop to go over notes one final time before changing into her outfit for her presentation; it wasn't much, just his name and his room number. She smirked and chuckled. She was definitely considering it... after her presentation. She changed into lacy black underthings, including a garter belt to hold up her black thigh-high stockings, a black pencil skirt and a royal blue peplum top. She had always found that confident clothes. Even the ones that people couldn't see, helped her confidence considerably. She polished off the ensemble with a pair of sensible black Mary-Jane heels and fixed her hair one final time before heading to the ballroom where they were hosting her presentation. She waited in the wings for the emcee to finish the rather drawn-out introduction of her and all her credentials. Do people actually listen to this stuff? She thought wryly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my immense pleasure to introduce Doctor Katharine Tyler."

Kat stepped up to the podium and took a deep breath. "Thank you so much. As many of you know, I have spent the last several years studying-"

Jon sat in his hotel suite, casually watching TV. He knew it was risky, hell it was fucking crazy of him to give Kat his room number. If she was half as smart as he thought she was, Doctor Tyler would not knock on his door. But at the same time, he hoped she would.

Kat stood outside his door, her hand raised to knock. Her presentation had gone exceedingly well, but this was way outside her realm of academia. This was insane! Then again, Kat had always done the predictable thing, she graduated high school, went to college, got her graduate degree, got her doctorate and a teaching job, now she wanted to do something for herself. Desiree would be so proud. It was about time Kat did something she wanted to do without having to worry about how it would affect everyone else.

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It's now or never, she thought, reaching up to knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock. Jon jumped up from the couch and walked very quickly to his hotel room door, looking through the peephole. There she was. He swung the door open, letting her into the room. She walked in, still dressed for her presentation.

"I didn't think you'd show," Jon said with a smirk, baiting her.

"I mean, I can go," Kat said with more confidence than she actually possessed at that moment, moving teasingly back towards the door. She mentally hope Jon would stop her or else this was going to be horribly embarrassing.

"Oh no, you don't," Jon said pulling her close, his lips crashing onto hers as he pushed her up against the door, one hand tangling in her long brown hair, the other wrapping around her waist, caressing the skin at the small of her back. She kissed him back with ferocity, her arms wrapping around his neck.

They parted, giving Kat a chance to catch her breath as Jon started kissing down her neck. She couldn't help the mewling sounds that were coming out of her mouth as he kept his lips affixed to her neck. She reached behind her to the button that was holding her top closed, undoing it with more dexterity than she thought she possessed, before Jon reached down and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. He kept up his assault on her skin as they staggered towards the bedroom, Jon losing his shirt in the process. His hands were on her hips, searching blindly for the zipper to her pencil skirt. She smirked against his lips and undid the zipper, shimmying out of the skirt as it pooled around her feet. He pulled her closer, their hips touching. She reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He stepped out of the pants and pushed her back onto the bed, gazing hungrily at her stocking clad legs and bare skin. He noticed that she had another tattoo on her left hip, one of those music notes turned into a heart things with some words underneath it in what he assumed was Latin.

He smirked from above her before claiming her lips again, his hand unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor, his lips moving from hers to the pert nubs that were attracting his attention. He focused most of his attention on one while his hand teased the other, eliciting a moan from the woman underneath him. He was driving her mad with his ministrations.

"Jon, please," she moaned, causing him to smirk against the sensitive skin of her breast. "I need you."

He came back to her lips, taking them in a searing kiss as his hand went lower, teasing her center. She moaned into the kiss as his hands divested her of the black lace panties. She pulled off his boxer briefs, releasing him. He positioned himself in front of her entrance, hesitating for a moment just to torture her a bit further before thrusting into her. She gasped, adjusting to the feeling of him inside her as he started thrusting in and out, his lips attacking hers. She felt herself getting closer and closer to that point of ecstasy, her walls tightening around him. They found that moment of bliss together several more times before collapsing, Jon pulling her close to him, his fingers tracing patterns on her midsection before they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Kat woke up to Jon's arm wrapped around her bare torso. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and went about gathering her clothes and putting them back on. She debated leaving a note, but decided against it. She gathered her things and quickly made her way back to her room, avoiding people as much as she could, which wasn't difficult being as it was approximately six am. She got back to her room, stripped off all of her clothes from the night before and got in the shower, turning the water as hot as she could stand it, trying to wash away the slight feeling of guilt that was uncurling in the pit of her stomach.

An hour later, she had checked out of her room and was on the road back home where she got to relax for a few weeks before beginning a teaching job at her alma mater. That, she supposed, was the benefit of a conference tour during the fall semester, it allowed her a decent break before she had to teach come spring. As she drove, she couldn't help but think about Jon and the explosive chemistry between them. She was starting to regret not leaving a note or something. Though at the same time, she really didn't want to be that girl who saw what they had for more than what it was which, for all she knew, was just a simple one-night stand.

That thought had her leaning her head against the headrest in frustration. She had never seen herself as a one-night stand kind of person; then again Desiree was always telling her that she needed to forgo emotional attachments when it came to relationships. According to her fraternity sister-turned-colleague, casual flings were a lot easier for people in their field who were constantly moving. Emotions led to putting down roots, and roots didn't always work well when work could take you halfway across the globe at the drop of a hat.

Back at the hotel, Jon reached over groggily to the other side of the bed and found it empty. His eyes snapped open, realizing that Kat was gone. His eyes scanned the room, looking to see if there was anything to suggest she was still there. Nothing. He cursed. Usually he was the one stealing away in the night, not the other way around. He got up and showered before heading down to reception to see if he could get Kat's room number, only to find out that she had checked out.

For some reason, he was disappointed that the anthropologist hadn't left anything. Not that he was anywhere near suggesting that their casual rendezvous had any long-term implications, but it wouldn't have hurt for her to at least have left him with something other than a massive amount of questions.

"Dude, you are being really quiet," Colby noted as they drove to the next city. "You okay?"

"Yup." he answered.

"So did she ever show up?"

"I don't think that's any of your business, Lopez," he said, the tone of his voice cautioning Colby to shut up. He didn't want to think about Kat. It had been nothing but casual sex, or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself.

"Calm down, bro," Joe said. "He didn't mean any harm by it."

Jon just shrugged and continued to stare out the window.

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