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    Kate Watterson
    do, she sat down and watched him pour coffee from a carafe by the stove into a mug. He moved efficiently, deftly, and when he walked the few steps to hand it to her, their fingers brushed and she felt an inner quiver that was now a little familiar.
    His dark eyes held a hint of laughter, as if he understood her discomfort and was a little amused by it. “You know, Professor, I’ve always wanted to see what you look like first thing in the morning, still a little sleepy and not immaculate and perfect.”
    “I can’t think why,” she muttered, recalling her tangled hair and smudged eye make up. As far as she could tell, she definitely looked a little the worse for wear.
    “Sure you can,” he told her meaningfully, the hint of a dark daybreak beard making him somehow more attractive, which was amazing. “Because if I get to see you first thing in the morning, that would mean we had spent the night together.”
    Jana gave him a level, straightforward look. “Yes, we did. Be careful, your bacon might be burning.”
    With a muttered profanity, he turned and hurried to the stove, scooping out the sizzling pieces and depositing them on a paper towel. She sipped her coffee, glad it was a little on the strong side, and wondered just what to say.
    Damn, this was very awkward.
    Why didn’t he think so?
    Probably because he was male, twenty-five years old, and had gotten laid the night before. On the other hand, she was a professional woman who prided herself on the fact that she was respected, defined not by her gender, but by the fact she had accomplished success in the academic world.
    Oh Lord, what a mistake. A wild, wonderful, erotic mistake she would never forget, but still a mistake.
    As she watched, he piled scrambled eggs on two plates, added bacon and toast, and brought it to the table. It actually did smell pretty good and she was hungry. “Thank you.”

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    “I am not much of a cook, but I can do breakfast.” He seated himself, and lifted his brows. “More coffee?”
    “No, but thanks for asking.” Jana looked him in the eyes.
    “Look, we obviously need to talk—”
    “Sure, but eat first,” he said calmly. “We can talk afterwards.”
    After a moment, she smiled coolly and picked up her fork.
    “Fair enough.”
    It was good, the eggs scrambled a little wet like she enjoyed them most, the bacon crisp, and he even made good toast, not burned, not soft. Jake finished before she did, and he sat sipping his coffee, waiting until she took the last bite before he said in a neutral tone, “Can I go first?”
    Jana hesitated a moment, and then nodded. “I suppose so.”
    “You lived up to the fantasy. You are a very hot lady in bed.”
    Why did he have to say that ? And in such a soft, sexy tone.
    She took a deep breath. “That’s very flattering, but—”
    “But you are about to tell me you are not interested in having a relationship, partly because I’m still a student, but mostly because of my age, right?”
    That was pretty on the mark. She said as reasonably as possible, “Last night was not the beginning of a relationship. I drank a little too much—in which you are not entirely blameless, by the way—and you brought me back here for a specific purpose you seemed to achieve. I am not going to deny I enjoyed it, Jake, for we both know I did—”
    “All five times.” There was a slight smug set to his mouth as he interrupted.
    Five ? Oh God, he was probably right. No wonder she felt deliciously tired.
    Self-possession was a little difficult under the circumstances, but she reached for it anyway. “However many times it might have been, I am not interested in a repeat performance.”

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    Kate Watterson
    “That’s an interesting choice of words.” His lips quirked upward and he lounged back in his chair, giving her a very good, up close, and tantalizing view of his chest and flat abdomen. “And for the record, I didn’t plot