a/n: Thank you for the reviews for last chapter! FYI—I might be having too much fun writing this story! :)

Dimitri Belikov had heard the phrase 'sweating bullets' many times, but it had actually never pertained to him. After his conversation with Roza, however, he was no longer able to assert that.

The first thing that had struck him—aside from the fact that she was his student and quite possibly a minor—was…here she was. Waking up this morning to an empty bed had put a scowl on his face, and while he wasn't looking for a relationship, another round of hot sex would have been much appreciated. And another round with Roza would have been preferred. Only he hadn't thought he'd ever see her again.

Last night, she'd been wearing enough makeup so that she'd looked older than she obviously was, and if she hadn't been trying to get into a bar, she wouldn't have needed it. She'd been more gorgeous this morning than she'd been the night before, and the thoughts teeming through his mind while standing in front of a roomful of students this morning were thoughts a professor just shouldn't be having. It had taken almost every ounce of strength he possessed to fight off a hard-on, and when she'd stopped in front of him after class, he'd felt his cock twitch eagerly in anticipation. And who could blame it? Her mouth had done the most amazing things to his anatomy!

He'd had two classes after hers, and when the last one had finally ended, he'd rushed back to his office. He needed to look up Rose Hathaway in the university's database and find out just how old she was.

That would satisfy one question: Had what he'd done been illegal...or simply immoral?

But it would leave another: Where in the hell had she learned to do all those things?

"Hey," Lissa said from the same spot on the couch she'd been in when Rose had arrived home at four o'clock this morning.

"What are you doing up so early?" Rose asked. "You don't even have class until one."

"Yes," Lissa said as she stood, following Rose into the kitchen. "But I knew when you got out of class, and I wanted to pry some more information from you before you could rush off."

Rose pulled out the necessary items for a bowl of cereal and poured herself some Fruity Pebbles, then sat down at the table across from Lissa. "What do you want to know?"

"Ummm…everything!" Lissa answered.

Rose laughed as she spooned a bite into her mouth. "Where do you want me to start?"

"How tall was he?" Lissa asked as she stood up and poured herself a cup of coffee, returning quickly to the table.

"At least six five," Rose answered.

"Hair? Eyes?"

"Medium brown, shoulder length—just long enough to be a bit bad ass-and chocolate brown," Rose answered.

"Long enough to put in a pony tail?" Lissa asked solemnly.

Rose nodded. "A little one at the nape of his neck, maybe."

"Oh, that is so sexy!" Lissa said with a groan.

"OK," Rose said firmly. "You have got to get control of your hormones."

"I know," Lissa said as she took a sip of coffee. "More details first though, please."

Rose sighed as she put down her spoon. She'd put away her bowl of cereal in record time. "He was…amazing," she said. "He…he knew exactly what he was doing; I don't think there was an inch of my body that he missed, Liss. With his hands…or his lips…or his tongue. All of me got something."

"Nice," Lissa commented.

"So, I was on top and—"

"Whoa…what?" Lissa asked in disbelief.

Rose nodded. "I know, right. All of those times Riley begged me to and I just couldn't do it. Well last night...I couldn't not. And he didn't even need to ask...not that there was time."

"Really?"

"Yep. One second he was running his tongue along my collar bone, and then in next he rolled over onto his back and grabbed me by the waist."

"And…" Lissa pressed, licking her lips.

"He lowered me down onto him and…God, he was huge, Liss. It felt like…like…OK, I'm going to say something cheesy, and then we never mention it again, OK?"

Lissa nodded fervently.

"It almost felt…perfect. Like…he was made to be inside of me and…oh!" Rose said with a huff. "This is ridiculous. Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, but then you so rudely interrupted yourself and I'm left with your remorse for having a one night stand."

"I don't regret having a one night stand," Rose argued. "I regret wanting to turn it into a two night stand!"

Lissa laughed. "Rose, there is nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with the same man two nights in a row."

There is if he's your professor, Rose thought. But she couldn't quite bring herself to say the words aloud. She knew her friend wouldn't judge her for sleeping with her teacher—especially since Rose hadn't known he was her teacher—but she wanted to keep just a little part of this to herself. It felt more…special that way. Rose nearly groaned. There she went again with her cheesy thoughts!

"I mean…you've done it before," Lissa reminded her. "The longer you're with someone, the more comfortable you are. And if you did sleep with him a second time? Can you imagine what might happen?"

"We might both go up in flames," Rose said dryly.

"Trust me, Rose," Lissa said. "There is nothing wrong with that."

Rose sighed. "And he really did the most amazing thing," she mused.

"Don't make me ask," Lissa said crossly when her friend didn't continue.

"Well, when I was…" Rose's voice trailed off.

"Coming?" Lissa prompted.

Rose nodded, nearly shivering at the thought. "He'd run his fingertips lightly up and down my spine, and it was like…every nerve ending in my body raced to his touch. Is that weird?" she asked.

Lissa lifted her eyebrows at her friend. "I thought you'd had an orgasm before."

"I have," Rose insisted. "Lots of times. I'd just never had one that made me feel like my skin was the only thing holding me together apparently."

Lissa grinned saucily at her friend. "Well, then as a long standing member, let me be the first to say...welcome to the club."