A/N: Not quite as "hot" as the last chapter, but business will pick up in the near future! You guys know what to do...

"Take a look in the mirror and maybe you'll see."

"What will I see?"

Chris Irvine still didn't know what he was supposed to see when he looked at himself in the mirror, and he'd had the whole entire weekend to figure it out. He wasn't a conceited man, but he knew that he was a fairly good-looking young man. Still, he didn't want to just assume that the reason one of his students was so distracted in his classroom was because he was a drop-dead gorgeous guy.

So here it was, Monday morning, and second period had just ended. Stephanie McMahon was in his third period class, so he had seven minutes to figure out exactly what she'd meant by that comment, or either he'd have to bite the bullet and just come out and ask her.

As the students in his third period class slowly started to trickle into the classroom and he still hadn't completely figured it out, he made a quick decision. He walked over to the door to the classroom and leaned against it, holding it open as each student entered.

He was going to get some answers...

A minute later, the warning bell rang. Two more minutes and she would be late to class, and he couldn't ever remember her being late to his class. It wasn't that he'd been paying that much attention to her, it was just the fact that she was one of his best students all around and he just couldn't remember her being late, ever.

Maybe something was really wrong with his face?

"Hey, Mr. Irvine, what are you now, our door-holder?"

He looked up and smirked a little. "Well hello, Miss McMahon, how are you today, besides being almost late?" he asked with a smile.

"It would seem that I'm right on time," Stephanie answered as the final bell rang, signifying the beginning of third period.

"You are, but Stephanie, may I have a word with you for a minute?" he asked. She looked at him, her eyes widened slightly, and nodded slowly, as if she was surprised that he'd called her by her first name. "Great, just stand right here." He stepped into the classroom and told the class to begin their daily warmup, then stepped back outside and closed the door.

The hallway was completely deserted by that point. He looked at her but she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she was looking down at her hands like they were the absolute most fascinating things in the world. She spoke after a moment.

"Am I in trouble or something?" she asked, just needing to break the silence that had settled between them.

"No, you're not in trouble, I just wanted to ask you something," he replied. She was still looking down at her hands, so he went on. "Is there something wrong with my face?"

"What?" she asked, her head snapping up as she looked at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm totally serious, is something wrong with my face?" he repeated, noting the look of disbelief on her face. "I'm not joking, I really need to know."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life!" she exclaimed in a low voice. "Why would you think that? Did you even hear what I told you on Friday?"

"I heard you, but it's driving me crazy that I can't figure out what you meant," he admitted. "I keep thinking you're distracted because my face looks gross or something."

"Can I be completely honest and maybe a little blunt with you here?" she asked him, leaning against the wall and looking at him. He nodded and she gave him the once-over slowly, before biting her lip and meeting his eyes again. "Ok, so you're a total hottie, Mr. Irvine, and-"

"We're alone, call me Chris," he interrupted, standing just a little bit closer. "Remember?"

"Right. You're a total hottie, Chris," she went on, repeating herself, but maybe that was because she was getting distracted again. Her eyes traveled down, lower and lower until they rested right below his belt. "A total hottie... What I meant on Friday was that you're distracting me with your great looks in class. It's just a little-"

"Hey, Stephanie, I'm up here," he interrupted with a grin, because he'd seen where her eyes had been looking. He stepped a little closer again, lowering his voice like they were sharing secrets or something, and they were. "But go on, it's just a little what?"

"It's just a little hard to concentrate," she finished, blushing because she'd been caught staring. "So to answer your question, nothing's wrong with your face."

"Awesome," he said, smiling at her. "Come on, let's go inside, I'd probably get fired if I stayed out here talking to you all period." He opened the door and held it for her, and as she walked into the classroom in front of him, he couldn't stop himself from looking down at her butt.

No, no, I can't look at her that way, I'm her teacher, he admonished himself, as he closed the door. He watched her take her seat and then he walked to the front of the classroom and sat down at his own desk.

No, he wasn't supposed to look at her that way, but he wouldn't lie to himself...

He appreciated the view.