a/n: I was going to wait and post this tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait! I hope you're enjoying reading as much as I am writing. This story was all I could think about today at work, and let me tell you…there is lots of fun in store! LOL Thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing!

OK, Rose. Deep breaths, she silently coached herself as she inhaled slowly. He hasn't even seen you yet and for all you know—dammitt! Eye contact. Rose resisted the urge to slink down in her seat, settling for a defiant lift of her chin instead. She refused to look away. She didn't want to give him the impression that she was ashamed of what she'd done last night. She may not be the most experienced person on the planet, but she did know what she wanted. And boy, had he given her exactly that.

She bit back a groan as she remember his hands skimming over her breasts, the feel of his cock as he thrust deep inside of her and—Rose shook her head to rid herself of the reverie. This was no time for reflecting.

The man was good—she'd give him that. He hadn't even flinched when he'd seen her. It was as if he hadn't even recognized her. And maybe…well—she had had a lot of makeup on last night. And she knew she looked significantly older than she was when she was done up just right.

Rose straightened in her seat and steadied the hand holding her pencil once again, readying herself for her first lecture. Of course he hadn't recognized her. He wouldn't be expecting to find last nights conquest in a class that was typically full of college freshmen. She really was worried for nothing. At the end of class, she'd fade into the crowd and leave through the back door of the classroom.

And go straight to her advisor's office to drop this class.

Rose looked at the clock; it was 8:50. Finally. This had been the longest fifty minutes of her life. Dimitri—Professor Belikov, she corrected herself—should be dismissing everyone any second now, and she wanted to make sure she was ready to bolt when he did.

"OK…I'll see you on Wednesday," he said in closing. "Except for Rose Hathaway. Ms. Hathaway, a moment please?"

Rose froze mid-motion as she was putting her notebook into her backpack. Damn. He had recognized her. She sat at her desk, her mind racing, as she waited for everyone to file out of the room before she approached Dimitri. When there were just a few people left milling around, she grabbed her backpack and stood, then headed for the front of the room. The short walk gave her a moment to study him.

When he'd been lying naked beneath her, he hadn't looked so menacing, but standing at the front of the classroom she had to admit that he looked rather commanding. She wasn't sure how tall he was—six-five at least—but he made all five feet seven inches of her feel small in contrast. She suddenly wished she'd gotten back from her run early enough to at least put some mascara on and blow dry her hair.

"I think I liked Roza better," she said flippantly as she came to a stop a few feet away from him.

Instead of replying, he leaned a hip on the corner of the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes never left her face and Rose couldn't help but fidget under his intense stare.

"Look, I'll just…drop your class and…all will be forgotten," she blurted. As if that was going to happen. She wasn't likely to forget banging her first college professor for a long time—if ever.

He said nothing, just held his hand out palm up; she stared at it in confusion. "What…?" she asked, her voice trailing off.

"Your fake ID," he requested patiently.

Rose laughed incredulously. "No way," she shot back.

Dimitri sighed and let his hand drop to his side. "Look, Rose," he said, lowering his voice as he looked around. "I think you should know that I don't make it a habit of seducing my students."

"Ok…first of all, I seduced you," Rose hissed, remembering the silky feel of his hair between her fingers as she'd moaned his name. "And second of all, you think I make a habit of hopping into bed with my teachers?"

Dimitri arched an eyebrow at her, his brown eyes swimming with something she couldn't quite identify. Regret, maybe? "For all I know, you vetted me and decided this would be the fastest way to an easy A."

Rose lifted her hands up in front of her. "Whoa. You have me completely wrong," she informed him.

"Do I?" he pressed.

"OK, well…not completely," she admitted. "I mean…I was looking for easy—and let us not forget how well you fit that bill. But the A? I can earn that."

"Rose—"

"You know, you weren't even that good," she taunted.

Rose knew she was in trouble when she saw his glance sweep the room. To her mortification, it was now empty and for the first time since their conversation began, his calm exterior wavered.

"Is that what more means?" he asked. "That I wasn't that good?"

"I'm your student," Rose reminded him hastily. Anything to evade his question.

His jaw began to tick as he studied her. "You're right," he finally agreed. "But you shouldn't have to drop this class because of what happened between us. I can treat you fairly, Rose. I can treat you just like any of the other students in this classroom. If you can handle it—"

"Of course I can handle it," she scoffed. But Rose could feel her fury rising as he spoke. He thought he could treat her like he treated his other students? Like he hadn't taken her to bed? He thought he could walk into that classroom everyday and stand in front of her and not remember their night of passion?

Well…they'd see about that.