Chapter 2

Jennifer Jareau shivered as she glanced at her calendar. He was here. She knew he was here. She'd checked, not that he would know. Or anyone else. It wasn't her fault she was looking forward to these two weeks. She was in dire need of an earth-shattering climax and if there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that he would be more than willing to provide one for her.

Or a whole lot more than one, but really, she was in the office. She couldn't think about sex while trying to mark papers for a class.

David Rossi. FBI Agent extraordinaire. He breezed into town every year for two weeks to guest lecture, then breezed right out again. In and out of her life just that quickly too. They'd met by fluke. She'd been racing out of her office, papers in hand, trying to make it to her car before her ticket expired, and he'd just been leaving his lecture, having been held back by too many questions and some overly adoring fans. She'd literally run right into him, sent all of her own papers flying. Jen had groaned, said a few things her mother would probably slap her for, then dropped to her hands and knees to collect her things.

Much to her surprise, he'd dropped right beside her. He'd asked if she was in a hurry as he helped her pick up her things and she'd explained her entire predicament in one breath and managed to detail her no-good-horrible-terrible-very-bad day to him in the next. Then, she'd blushed bright red, embarrassed. He had just smiled at her, a smile that had started her heart beating double time, before telling her that she needed a time out.

And taken her to dinner.

She'd been charmed, just like, she was sure, he'd planned. So when he'd offered to make her forget her own name, she'd been too far under his spell to refuse. And she'd never regretted it either.

A knock sounded on her door and she called out 'enter'. Penelope Garcia waltzed in, Jen's best friend, an envelope in her hand. "I got this from Amy."

Amy was the secretary that manned the faculty office. Why Penelope, a computer science and programming professor, had wandered over to grab it, was beyond her. Well, at least until she caught sight of the envelope. An envelope she recognized. She accepted it, trying with everything in her to tamp down the heat she knew was flaring up her neck and cheeks. She opened it delicately, withdrawing the simple but elegant card.

Dinner tonight. Wear something sexy.

- David

She couldn't stop the shiver, a shiver Penelope latched onto immediately. "It's that time of year again, isn't it?" she asked gleefully. "He's here."

Jen calmly slid the card back into the envelope. "I have a dinner date."

"Oh thank god! You need some good loving, sweetcheeks."

Jen tried not to roll her eyes. Her last boyfriend, while extremely sweet, was a little lacking in the bedroom, and while he'd had many-a-satisfied night, Jen hadn't always been so lucky. She rested a hand discretely against her stomach, trying to quell the butterflies that were fluttering around. She was nervous and excited at the same time.

She couldn't wait.

Okay, here's 2! I'm working on 3 and simultaenously a paper and a take home I get soon, so I make no guarantees of it being up as fast as this one.

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