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Rose awoke early the next morning to give herself plenty of time for a run before she had to get ready for class. She swiped one last coat of a shiny nude gloss on her lips, and then carefully removed the hot rollers from her hair. She bent over at the waist and shook out the loose curls. Straightening, she studied her reflection, running her fingers through some of the locks so they fell just right.

When she was satisfied with the result, Rose walked into her bedroom and a slow grin spread across her face as she looked at the outfit she'd chosen for the day. Dimitri had been firm about not seeing her again; if that was how he wanted it, then so be it.

That didn't mean she was going to make it easy for him.

After tossing the things she'd need for her first few classes, Rose dropped her book bag by the door in living room on the way to the kitchen. "Mmm," she said appreciatively. "Do I smell coffee?"

"Yes," Lissa answered as she turned around from the sink. "I—" Her words were cut short with a gasp. "Oh. My. God!" she exclaimed, eyes wide.

"What?" Rose asked innocently.

"What the hell is that?" Lissa demanded accusingly.

"What's what?" Rose responded.

Lissa lifted her hand and pointed her index finger at Rose's outfit. "That!" she repeated shrilly.

"My clothes," Rose answered.

"You are not leaving the house like that," Lissa said.

"I'm not?" Rose asked with a laugh.

"Rose! I forbid it!" Lissa said firmly.

"You forbid it?" Rose repeated.

"Mmm hmm," Lissa said as she nodded.

"Do I look that bad?" Rose asked.

"Bad? Rose, you look like sex on a stick, that's what you look like!" Lissa informed her.

Rose grinned. "Exactly what I was going for," she said as she spun on her high heel. "I'll grab a coffee at the student union on my way to class."

"But…but…"

Rose could still hear Lissa sputtering when she grabbed her book bag on the way out the front door.

When Dimitri walked into his first class of the day, his eyes quickly swept the room. Roza was nowhere in sight. Maybe he'd get lucky, and she wouldn't show up today. It would be a welcome reprieve from last class. His desire had been hampered down by the surprise of seeing her here. Now that the shock factor was gone, he had no idea how his body was going to react.

"Gentlemen," he said to a cluster of young men at the front of the classroom as he pulled his canvas bag over his head. "Mind if I get started?"

They dispersed immediately, and Dimitri nearly tripped over his own feet as he spied Roza sitting on the desk in the very front row, one leg crossed neatly over the other one. She lifted her eyebrows at him as she lowered one foot to the floor. Her stiletto hit the floor with a little clack, and Dimitri couldn't tear his eyes away from her foot. That heel had to add at least six inches to her height, and while the black patent leather was just enough to cover her toes, black ribbon criss-crossed over the top of her feet and didn't stop until just above her ankle. They were the sexiest damn shoes he'd ever seen…on the wildest damn woman he'd ever taken to bed.

He regained his composure when she turned around to sit down in her seat, only to lose it again when he realized what else she was wearing. A thick black belt cinched the waist of the dress she was wearing. If you could call it that…

Dimitri liked to call it the white button up shirt he'd been wearing the night he brought her home. Roza's challenging glare never left his face as she sat down in her seat.

Awww hell, Dimitri thought as he made his way awkwardly to the desk at the very front of the room. He was going to have to do his lecture sitting down.

When her last class of the morning was over, Rose hurried back to her apartment to avoid the throng of men that had been surrounding her. As soon as she opened the front door, she dropped her book bag and made a beeline for the couch. Sitting down, she unlaced her stilettos and with a satisfied sigh kicked them off. They made her feel sexy as hell, but they killed her feet.

She unclasped the belt and threw it on the floor beside her shoes, then lifted her legs onto the couch so she was lying with her head on the arm. A slow grin made its way across her face as she looked up at the ceiling. Dimitri's reaction had been more than what she'd been hoping for. He'd nearly tripped over his feet when he'd seen her.

Sex on a stick, indeed. Rose was confident that if she could just convince him she was looking for anything serious then it would be enough to get him into bed again. And again. And hopefully again.

But that was going to take a bit of time.

"What is your damn phone beeping so persistently?" Lissa snapped impatiently as she looked up from her text book later that night.

Rose grinned. "Hey. You saw what I was wearing when I left this morning, Liss. The boys were like bees on honey today. And guess who was the honey?"

Lissa shut her book. "You know what I think?" she asked knowingly.

"What?" Rose asked, barely looking up from her World Civ book.

"I think that this Dimitri fellow is in your first class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday," she concluded.

"Why would you think that?" Rose asked in what she hoped was a nonchalant tone as she kept her eyes on her text.

"Hey. I saw what you were wearing when you left this morning, Rose," Lissa said in a mocking tone. "What other explanation could there be?"

"I just…like looking good," Rose said insistently.

"Mmm hmm," Lissa said, her eyes returning to her book. "Sure you do. Better watch it Rose," she taunted in a low voice. "I might just show up in that class of yours and get my own look at your Dimitri."

Oh, great! Rose thought. Can open…worms everywhere.