a/N Longer chapter this time and beta read by my ama`ing beta black-venom-heart go and check her out. and in response to my reviews this story has been perviously published and i took it down but i thought i would give it another try with the help of a beta. Hope you enjoy this happy reading

rose pov

I heard him mutter under his breath, "Rose; I like that name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

That was when I felt my face decide to heat up and knew with embarrassment that it also turned bright red. This man was something else entirely. My heart fluttered wildly in my chest as I could already feel myself being drawn to this handsome man.

He had short, jet black hair that was partially hidden underneath a beanie with side-swept bangs peeking out from underneath the hat. His hands were strong, with long nimble fingers.

I wonder what his hair feels like wrapped around my fingers, I thought to myself in bemusement as Christian pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down.

I immediately scolded myself for having such ludicrous thoughts about a man I had just met. He could very well have a girlfriend already with his looks! While he looked a few years older than me, I secretly hoped he wasn't that much older. Since I was only 17 than Christian being 19 or 20 certainly wasn't too old for me!

Before we even moved to Montana, my dad enrolled me at the local high school called St. Vladimir, the most prestigious private school in the Mid-West. It was my senior year which majorly sucked. I had to say good-bye to all my friends and move to a completely new school, all before my senior year of high school.

I yearned for Christian to also be a senior at St. Vladimir's. Although slightly older, perhaps he had been held back a year?

My attention was shifted back to the handsome young man sitting before me. He placed his drink in front of him and shrugged off his grey hoodie, revealing a chiseled chest very discernable underneath his simple white T-shirt.

I almost drooled all over the table right there. With a build like a Greek god, you could tell he worked out a lot.

I thought maybe I could have a shot with him. Then again, compared to Christian I was a Plain Jane.

I mean I was well built with a good body that I took care of. I worked out regularly and with dress size of 6, I was about average. I had inherited my mother's beautiful long curls but was given my dad's eyes and darker hair color. My mum was a dark ginger color from the pictures I have seen of her. How I used I could have had red hair instead of plain brown!

I looked back to Christian who sipped his coffee. When he met my gaze, he smiled and sent my heart into a flutter all over again.

This man was something else, I thought.

Christian POV

As Christian sat down at the table across from Rose, he was better able to take in the young woman who had so suddenly captured his interest.

I wonder if she works at the high school, I thought. She looked old enough to be in college and work at a high school. If not as a teacher than as an assistant or secretary.

Rose raised her eyes to mine and in that moment, I could fully appreciate their brown splendor. Rose then quickly glanced somewhere else as her cheeks flushed in…embarrassment? I almost choked on my coffee. Did she find me as striking as I found her?

Although I could see a natural beauty before me, Rose still opted for a minimal make-up look which in my opinion only enhanced her looks. She had some sort of mascara and a touch of eyeliner. Her lips were pink and plump without help from any lipstick or gloss. Quite frankly, she was stunning. And I didn't know what to do with myself.

I wasn't quite how to approach her. I wasn't all that experienced in the relationship department. I've only had one serious relationship. It was throughout college with a girl called Kate and unfortunately we broke up because I decided to stay in Montana and she landed a job in California, forcing her to relocate there. I just wasn't ready to move across country since I had somewhat established myself in Montana.

Rose shifted in her seat and made as if to say something. She paused for a few seconds like she was deciding on the best thing to say.

"So have you always lived in Montana or did you move here?" Rose finally asked.

I replied "I was born and raised in London, England and I moved to Montana to attend college. I just graduated and have a new job at St. Vladimir's that I'm really looking forward to."

"Wow, you're from London!" Rose exclaimed. "That's really cool! I guess moving to Montana from London must have been one hell of a culture shock."

"You have no idea." I laughed. "All the stores stay open so late here and there's so much more open land than I'm used to." Rose giggled in response to this.

"What about you?" I asked her. "I haven't seen you around before. Did you just move here?"

"Yes I just did. My dad got offered a teaching position at the University of Montana so we relocated here."

"Is it just you and your dad?" I asked.

Rose rolled her eyes. "It's my dad, me and my dad's new wife. She's a real piece of work." Rose didn't elaborate further on this but there must have been a lot more to the story than what she was telling me.

"That's unfortunate. I still have my mom but my dad is out of the picture. I guess we're opposites on that."

"I suppose we are." Rose giggled again.

I wanted, no needed to know more about her. "So do you plan on attending the university here?"

Rose hesitated slightly before she answered me. "Yes I do!"

"Do you know what you want to major in?" I asked.

She said "I was leaning towards American history. There's so much to learn about this country and I would love to publish my own papers about the subject."

"Wow so you're looking towards a career in academia! That's a good choice." A girl with looks and brains?! She was quite the catch.

We continued talking and we slowly told each other more about each other, where we came from and what our childhood was like. It was enjoyable, as Rose was an animated talker with a wicked sense of humor. The conversation kept flowing and I lost track of time. It wasn't until I looked at my watched and realized we had been talking for nearly two hours. It had felt like mere minutes to me.

"Oops." I said, accidently interrupting Rose in mid-sentence. "We've been sitting here for two hours now!"

"Damn! My dad is going to wonder where I've run off to!" Rose got up and I knew the conversation had sadly come to an end. I stood up as well and mean to walk her out of the coffee shop.

"Before I forget, can I give you my number?" Rose was stunned. Had I been too forward with her?

"You want to give….me…your number?" She stuttered.

"Well, yeah. Maybe we could catch dinner sometime?" I replied. This had possibly been a huge mistake. I hope I didn't make her uncomfortable.

I saw her checks heat up and she replied in a whisper "That would be nice. I hope to be touch soon Christian." I was elated! I gave Rose my number and watched her leave the coffee shop.

I went back to my apartment and thought, What does the girl have that I want?

As I fell asleep on the sofa that night, I started thinking about Rose and the way she had already affected my life. I needed sleep if I wanted to get to my new job the next day.

In my dreams, I thought only of Rose. This was the start of something special, I could tell