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chapter two

When I woke up the next day, I checked my phone for any messages or calls from Dimitri. There was one saying that he wouldn't be able to make it by the coffee shop, but would be expecting me to meet him at the dojo before it opened.

I figured the place would open the same time it did the day before, so I looked at the clock and rushed into the shower.

I got out quickly and took a little more time than usual getting ready for the day. After all, I had a man to impress, though I'm sure he'd be okay with my wearing little to no makeup…I mean that's how he saw me yesterday, and he didn't mind a thing!

After applying a layer of makeup, I looked at myself in the mirror and scoffed. I hardly ever wore makeup and I looked like a fool. I washed the makeup off and let my hair air-dry into its natural wave.

I grabbed my jacket and slipped my phone into my pocket and headed out the door.

five minutes later

I made it to the coffee shop in record timing! I didn't live too far away, but I was out of breath by the time I got there.

After all, I had a very important 'appointment' to make.

I gave a funny look around when I noticed that the place was almost empty. I walked up to Lissa who was standing behind the counter watching me in amusement.

"What's up with you?" She asked and started making what she knew I was going to order. "You're here early."

I could only imagine how surprised she must be. Even when we were younger, I was never one to wake up early. I would almost do anything to stay asleep. One time, I spent the night over at Lissa's house and her and her family spent an hour trying to wake me up. Lissa later told me that she had thought I was dead. Oops, I remembered thinking. I smiled at the memory.

"Why is it so empty in here?" I asked. "It was like Grand Central Station in here yesterday."

She didn't answer me, knowing I was trying to change the subject.

"Hmm. Something's fishy. You're here like half an hour early, and you're smiling?" She mused, looking very cheeky as she watched me over the counter. "Did you meet a guy?" She said out of nowhere.

I almost laughed. How in the hell did my best friend know me so well? "What makes you think I met a guy?"

"I don't know. Just…" She looked down at the smoothie she was making and stuck her finger in for a little taste. "You have a sparkle in your eye. One I haven't seen in a while." She put the lid onto the drink and slid it over the me, placing it next to a bag she had already sorted out with my donuts. "I could be wrong."

"Well, you're usually not one to be wrong." I told her, not giving her solid answer. I smiled deviously as I walked toward the door. I knew she'd be annoyed with me and would ask me to tell her all about this later.

"Rose, you butt!" She called. "You know you're going to tell me about this later! And you owe me money for today's breakfast too now!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say," I answered back as I opened the door and took a drink of my smoothie. Now to the dojo.

fifteen minutes later

When I got in front of the place I was supposed to be, I was done with two of my three donuts and had finished my smoothie. I dumped the cup into the trash before I opened the door and walked in slowly. There was a small sound of music playing over the speakers and I strained my neck to hear what it was.

Country.

Hmm, so Dimitri likes country. Not exactly my favorite genre of music, but it's not the worst. At least he's not over here blasting heavy metal into my ear. Now that I wouldn't have been able to stand.

I set the little bag with my last donut down on the ground and walked over to the shelf Dimitri had gotten my gloves from yesterday. I picked up the same pair I had used and remember how fast I was able to get them off the day before when I was seducing Dimitri.

I smiled. I wouldn't mind doing that again.

But where in the world was he? There were four doors on the back wall and I knew one of them was the cooler room, so after putting on the gloves, I quietly made my way over to that door first.

Twisting the knob, I shoved the door open quickly and…it was empty. The next door was bathrooms and the third was a storage closet. Fourth times the charm? I thought and put my hand on the knob, barely moving it at all when-

"What are you doing?"

I turned around quickly and found Dimitri standing right behind me, curiosity on his face. I took my hand off the door and stood there. I was caught red-handed.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" I asked because I couldn't think of anything else.

"I just came back from being next door. I was getting my mail." There was a post office next door." What are you doing?" Dimitri asked and looked at the gloves on my hands.

This whole situation was so dumb. I felt like bursting out laughing.

Here I was trying to sneak up on him and be all 'I scared you and now you are my slave' about it, and yet he had somehow managed to walk through the front door and right up behind me without as so much as making a noise! How had he walked through the door without it jingling? Was I so caught up that I didn't even hear it?

"Nothing." I said and walked over to pick up my little bag. "I saved you a donut in case you were hungry. You said you wouldn't be able to stop by the shop, so…" I trailed off holding the bag out to him.

If Lissa were here, she'd be looking at me with her mouth wide open and her eyes bugging out of her head. Then, she'd be jumping up and down and smiling and yelling something about how this guy must be the one because I had never in my life given up one of my donuts for someone. No one. But that would be before I'd tell her he was married.

Dimitri looked at the donut and said, "No it's alright, you eat it. I had breakfast at home." And then he walked over to turn the music up a bit so I could actually understand every word, but that's not what I was thinking about.

I had breakfast at home. Did his wife cook it for him? Was she dressed in some naughty 'kiss the cook' apron? What did his wife even look like? A bunch of unanswered questions entered my head.

And then I had this weird picture in my head of some really pretty blonde sprawled across a table naked with eggs, bacon, and toast covering all her goodies. My pretend Dimitri started eating off of her body and I shook my head.

Not exactly how I thought, but okay.

I set the bag back down and fumbled at the black gloves I had on. They weren't like most punching gloves I had seen. They weren't huge and puffy, but instead, pretty thin with holes for the fingers. I definitely preferred these over the ones that made me look like I had lobster claws.

"So how was your morning so far?" Dimitri called from the room with the cooler just before he stepped out with two water bottles in his hands. I guess he planned for us to get all sweaty and hot. Fun.

"Pretty normal. Except I didn't mind getting up this early like I would any other day." How could I mind when it meant I got to sit here with this gorgeous man?

"Oh?" He ventured, twisting the cap off his water and taking a small sip.

"Mm. I usually only stand getting up at this time to get to the shop before breakfast is over. Today I had a reason to get up." I looked up at him while I opened my own bottle and caught him catching on to what I had said.

"And what was that?" He asked as if he didn't know.

I knew he wanted me to say that he was the reason I had gotten up early, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so I figured I'd play with him.

"More of a who really." I specified, and brushed it off like it was no biggie.

"Oh yeah?" He said taking another little sip of his water. His lips were nice and wet. Delicious. Tasty, I remembered them to be.

"Yes, and so far he's given me no reason to regret waking up early." I smiled and leaned up against a table he had in the front of the room with brochures about the dojo and such.

"This guy sounds pretty cool." Dimitri said even though it sounded funny coming out of his mouth. It was weird. I was sure Dimitri wasn't that much older than me, but he seemed more mature, more wise?

"How old are you?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He didn't look surprised at the sudden change of topic. "Twenty-four." He said and in my mind, I thought, not too much older than me, perfect. "And you?"

"Can you guess?" I asked, because I was curious. I wondered how old he thought I was.

He pursed his lips. "Hmm. If I'm right what do I get?"

I laughed. He really was my type of guy. "You'll have to guess right to find out."

"No pressure," He said and then, "Eighteen?"

Crap. "Why do you figure?" I said because I didn't want to let him know he had guessed correctly.

He reached into his back pocket. "Because you left this here yesterday," he said and then held out my wallet. My eyes widened. "It was on the floor next to where you, um, took off your jacket."

"Shit." I muttered and couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it was gone at all. If Lissa had made me pay, I would've known. Right? I put the wallet into my pocket.

And then I realized something.

"Hey, you cheated." I pointed out. He was staring past me through the window.

"Yeah, Rose, I did. With you on my wife. Yesterday." He said and it hurt. I don't think he even realized he had said it.

To be honest, I had almost forgotten he was married. Surely a married man wouldn't be this great for me? Surely married man wouldn't make me feel this way. Easy, smooth, comfortable this was. It wasn't supposed to be that way with a married man.

Damn it.

This wasn't fair. I sighed and took off the gloves, picked up my bag. I turned around to head out the door, but Dimitri grabbed my hand.

"I didn't mean to say that. It slipped out." He said and when I looked into his eyes, I knew he meant it, but it didn't matter.

"No, it's fine. Usually when things just slip out like that, it's because it's what we're really thinking."

I looked at the floor and just stood there waiting for some kind of response.

He didn't deny it. "Rose, this is what we're doing. This right now. This is called cheating. Let's call it what it is." He told me as if I didn't already know. "You're the other-"

"Woman, yeah. I got it. I know what this is, and I know it's wrong. If I was in your position, I probably would've said the same thing. It's okay." I didn't mean the last sentence. It wasn't okay. Like I had thought so many times last night when I tried to fall asleep, I wanted him to be mine. Only mine.

God, it was so wrong to be thinking things like that! He was married. He was married. He was married! I hadn't even known him for more than a day, but already he was so stuck in my mind. I must be going crazy.

"Then don't go. We still have a good amount of time before I'm expecting Adrian to come over with his nephew." His hand cupped my cheek and I automatically leaned into it. It felt nice.

"This still isn't right." I told him, because I thought we had to have this conversation before we really got into anything. "I think we should at least…I don't know, make sure we know what we're getting into before we get into anything? I guess?"

I sounded so hesitant. I was new to this though, so I had a reason to be. I wasn't a cheater. I had been cheated on, yes, and I hated it. It was partly why Lissa was so surprised to see me so happy this morning. The last guy I was with cheated on me with a girl he had only known for a couple of hours, and for the life of me, I could not understand how someone could do such a thing. But now I did.

I didn't hate the guy any less for doing what he did, but at least I understood him. And here I was, no doubt, doing the same thing to a woman I don't even know. I was ruining their marriage, staining it. I didn't want to be a stain.

I kept talking. "I know what it's like to be cheated on. It's not fun." His hand fell to my shoulder.

"Rose, I know this is crazy, because I'm the one who is married, but I can't stop thinking about you. This should feel wrong, but it doesn't. I should be wanting to go home to my wife and not be over here wanting to take you right here and make you mine," My body shook at that. "But…I can't-I…" He stopped. "I can't help myself"

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I've spent everyday in this dojo and years prior to dedicating to gaining control over my actions and myself. Before this, I was quick to jump onto anything, I didn't hesitate twice about putting myself or others in dangerous situations. I needed to change then. I realized it when something bad happened a couple years back. So I did."

I wondered what bad thing had happened, but didn't ask, because now just wasn't the time.

"And here you are, I don't know more than your name and couple other simple facts about you, and you've broken down every type of control I've built. You're not the first girl to come onto me while I've been married, Rose, but you're the first girl that I've ever wanted to be with. " He said something in Russian that I didn't understand, but he sounded frustrated. "I feel like a teenager. I feel-"

"Ridiculous that we don't know each other, but already feel so much?" I muttered.

He nodded, relieved that he didn't have to say that. He had already said enough for one day. I could tell that Dimitri was the type of guy who didn't let many people in, and when he did, he still kept them at a distance.

"Well, look," I said, about to shoot out ideas. "How about we don't do anything? What if we just stayed friends. I'm sure I could handle that."

"Yes, you probably could, Rose, I don't doubt that, but I don't know if I can." He look strained, his body full of tension. I could only imagine what was going through his mind. He knew it was wrong to be wanting this, but at the same time, he couldn't help it.

I knew how it felt, but I wasn't the one who had someone waiting for me at home.

"Well then let's take it slow. I won't come by for a couple days and we'll meet at my place. Have dinner. No pressure, just dinner with a friend. A friend who is as gorgeous as I am."

He laughed and pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. "I don't know you all that well yet, but judging on what you just did…I'm betting that you're going to be amazing, like no one I've met before."

"You can count on it." I said and kissed his cheek. When I pulled back, he grabbed my face and held me there.

"Wait." He licked his lips and focused his eyes on mine. Then they dropped to my lips.

As much as I tried to convince the both of us a second ago that we could start as just friends, it was going to be hard to do that. He was proving just how hard it was right now. He wanted to kiss me.

I wanted him to kiss me.

He stared at me for a moment longer and then he let go, his gaze still lingering on my parted lips.

He said goodbye and that he'd call me later.

I left, feeling a little disappointed, but was looking forward to dinner.

I just hoped I knew what it was that I was getting myself into.