OK…I never intended on this scene, but since a few of you asked for it, I've written and included it. I hope you like it!

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It wasn't until the taxi door was closed and pulling away from the curb that Dimitri realized who the bastard was. He felt his blood pressure rise as understanding dawned. She'd left his bed, gone back to the bar, and picked right up where she'd left off.

If he hadn't been such a dick to her last night, he'd be pissed as hell; for now he was just pissed. He pulled his eyes from the departing vehicle and looked at Rose. She was staring back at him, a look of shock on her face.

"Didn't expect to get busted?" he called as he looked both ways, and then stalked across the street. It stunned him how much the thought of seeing her with another man upset him. Jealousy was one thing, but hurt? That was another.

The sound of her laughter took him by surprise. "How was I busted?" she asked.

"You must have left my bed and hopped right into his," Dimitri said bitterly as he came to a stop in front of her and shoved his ear buds in his hoodie pocket.

Rose crossed her arms over her chest and quirked a brow. "Wrong. I left your bed and brought him home to mine. And I'd hardly call this a bust. I mean—at this point do you really think I care who you see me with?"

"You sure as hell don't waste any time, do you?" he practically spat.

She cleared her throat. "A guy calls you a mistake…you do what you can to forget. For me, it was screaming someone else's name. You have a problem with that?"

"Roza—"

"Actually, it's Rose," she interrupted stubbornly. "And careful, Belikov. Someone might see you with me."

"What happened to 'professor?'" he asked.

"That was a term of endearment. I don't find you endearing anymore," she informed him as her eyes flashed with anger.

"Rose, about last night—"

"There's no need to explain. You made it clear that I was nothing more than an easy lay, and I practically forced myself on you time after time," she reminded him dryly. "It's my fault, really. But I won't make that…error again."

Dimitri winced. "I'd hardly say you forced yourself on me. Trust me, Rose. I was more than willing to take you to bed. And as your professor, the blame is mine. Things got out of control and—"

"Yeah," she said, cutting him off. "I got your message last night, Dimitri. Loud and crystal fricken clear. I don't need a recap. As you can see…" She motioned her arm towards where the taxi had just been sitting next to the curb. "I've moved on. I suggest you do the same."

As she turned to walk away, Dimitri knew one thing for certain: whoever it was that had been in her bed last night…she hadn't slept with him. He'd bet his life on that. She was still too angry.

As Rose walked away, a thought hit her. What had he been doing in front of her apartment? She could kick herself in the ass for not asking him, but she wasn't about to turn around and ask. He'd probably think it was a desperate attempt to continue their conversation, and if there was one thing she didn't want, it was for him to think she was desperate.

He'd obviously been out for a run, but had he purposefully chosen a route that took him past her house, or had it been a coincidence? It seemed so juvenile, but hell…it was something she would have done it if she'd wanted a glimpse of him.

And then it struck her. Less than twelve hours ago he'd told her that he regretted all the nights they'd spent together. It had to have been a fluke.

Rose considered dropping his class; it was the simplest way she could think to avoid him. But she refused to appear weak before him. She'd never been cowardly before, and an ending to a tryst she'd had was hardly a reason to start.

Secondly, how did you explain to your advisor that you wanted to drop a class you had an 'A' in when it could serve as an elective for any major?

No. She'd stay in his class. And she'd keep the 'A' she had if it killed her. Rose was determined to let him think that she was unaffected by whatever had ended between them.

Dating seemed like the most logical place to start. Rose had turned down more than one request since classes had started, but there was no reason to now. She was officially uninvolved. And back on the market.

"Come on. Just one movie," Mark Stuart said as he opened the passenger door for Rose. He was from her World Civilization class, and he'd tried once to ask her out, but she'd turned him down. She wasn't sure why he asked her out again, but she was glad he did. He was funny and friendly-very charismatic and Rose liked him instantly.

"We've already seen one movie," Rose reminded him with a laugh as she climbed into his SUV. "And had dinner."

He placed his forearm on the top of the vehicle and leaned closer. "You got a curfew?" he asked teasingly.

"Of course not," Rose answered.

"Then a movie it is."

Rose had never been inside of a dorm before, and as Mark escorted her down the long hallway, she was convinced she hadn't missed anything. The foul odor that assaulted her told her this was the men's floor. There was no way a bunch of young women could smell this bad.

Mark opened the door and held out his arm. As Rose stepped inside, she was glad to find the smell didn't follow them inside. Instead, there was a soft, clean scent that must have come from some sort of air freshener.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked as he opened a mini-fridge and pulled a beer out.

"No," Rose told him as she reached for the beer and put it back. "You're driving me home, remember?"

He gave her a crooked grin, and Rose couldn't help but notice that her heart rate didn't pick up the way it did when Dimitri smiled at her.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked as he opened his closet to reveal a display case full of DVD's.

"Ummm…you pick," Rose told him. "Too many choices."

He nodded. "Action flick it is."

He put the movie in the player, turned off the light, and sat down on a bean bag that was a few feet away from the television. "You gonna stand for two and a half hours?" he asked, patting the spot next to him.

Rose gave him a weak smile as she sat down. It was too close for her liking, but it was just one movie. "What are we watching?" she asked.

"Avatar."

Rose could feel Mark staring at her, but she refused to look at him. If she did, he was going to kiss her. She knew it. After a few minutes, he finally gave up and turned his attention to the flat screen.

Rose had never seen the movie before, and she was so riveted that it took her by surprise when she felt his hand on her cheek, turning her face toward him.

"Mark—" That was all she got out before his lips landed on hers. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, and Rose pushed him away.

"Hey," she said softly. "I'm trying to watch a movie."

He grinned at her. "I'm trying to do a lot more than that," he told her.

"Yeah, I got that," Rose said. "But I'm not…that's not what I came up here for."

"Then what did you come up her for?" he demanded.

His heated tone made her nervous and Rose took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "The movie," she answered. "But maybe you should take me home."

Mark grabbed her wrist when she tried to stand. "Just a few more minutes," he pled.

Rose shook her head. "No. I…I'm tired," she lied.

"Then sleep here."

She laughed anxiously. "I—"

Mark reached behind her knee and gave it a solid tug, positioning her body so that it was flat on the floor. He was on top of her in a flash.

"Mark, stop!" she exclaimed.

"Come on, Rose," he said as he grabbed her wrists and pushed them up over her head. "We both know you didn't come up here for a movie."

"Yes, I did!" She started to rock her body back and forth in an effort to shake him off of her.

"That's right, Rose," he said appreciatively as his eyes closed. "That feels so good. I knew you'd be good."

He laughed when she froze; Rose felt her skin crawl at the sound. "Don't get shy now," he told her. "I liked what you were doing."

"Get off me," she ordered as she struggled to free her wrists. But it was no use.

He was too strong for her.