Felicite' stood outside David's door wondering for the thousandth time what she was doing here when she remembered last night.

Bea's voice floated into her ear as if she was standing right there.

"You need to stick to him like glue."

Felicite''s heart pounded a slow, booming thud in her ears at the thought of being in such close proximation with her high school crush turned sexy detective. Lips dry she licked them nervously and hoped her friends couldn't tell how off balance she felt.

"What? Why?" She didn't think she can be around him long enough before her body betrayed her, making her throw herself at him. It would be embarrassing when he'll obviously turn her down.

"You'll be each other's talismans of sorts," added Layla.

Jenna nodded. "You can't do this alone. You'll need each other."

"So like I said, stick to the man like glue. And always keep your phone on you."

Felicite' came out of the memory and sighed. That's right. She was standing here because her friends convinced her. They all had visions that working together with David will get better results than working alone.

Getting over her worries she raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. A lyrical ding dong rang and seconds passed but no one answered the door.

Her body hummed with dread and disappointment. Ever since last night, no long before that, since she met him again, she'd been battling between her body's irrational want for him and all the rational reasons why they wouldn't work.

Feeling stupid Felicite' looked around and breathed a sigh of relief that any of his neighbors had stepped out and asked what she was doing here. She made to knock again when she remembered that this weekend was his mother's birthday so he might not even be home.

Spurred from the thought of possibly being turned at the gate if she had to go find him at Johnson manor she rang the bell again and hoped he hadn't left yet. The door remained closed and she heard the distant clang of jail cell again like bell tolls.

"Damn," Felicite' mumbled under her breath as she tried not to panic. Panicking usually led to doing dumb shit you wouldn't have done if you were thinking clearly. And she needed to think clearly. The man wasn't home and she needed to reach him. He'd given her his number which she didn't take but Bea did. A number she memorized when no one was looking.

Buoyed she dug in her purse for her phone. Head bent down, she brushed the end of her thick hair momentarily covering the screen behind her ear, swiped to unlock and went to phone to tap his number. She was so concentrated on what she was doing and willing the call to go through she never noticed that the door opened and her name was called in a voice that made all her lady parts sit up and pant for a treat. Preferably something done with his mouth and tongue and cock.

Felicite''s eyes widened in shock before traveling up from large, lightly tanned feet and up muscular calves and thighs dusted with dark blonde hair that could support a woman for hours as he fucked her standing up and against a wall. Passed a towel wrapped low around a tapered waist and showing off the V of his waist that begged a woman to lick its path down to the more than nice and adequately sized bulge hiding underneath the white terry cloth. Then up the tight six pack abs, tight massive biceps and pecs that led to the kind of broad shoulders a woman could sink her nails into as he pounded into her and made her scream his name. And up at last to a golden scruffy beard, a strong jaw and firm lips made to be between a woman's thighs and eat her pussy. To piercing blue eyes that darkened to a stormy dark blue when looking at a woman he wants.

Oh what the hell was she thinking about with 'a woman' this and 'a woman' that. Her, this woman standing dumbfounded at the godly specimen of male beauty, felt all of that. Wanted to do every filthy thing that passed through her mind. And for him to want the same.

If not Felicite was sure she'll have no trouble getting down on her knees and beg him to take her. She'd even write him a resume listing all of the things she'd bring to his bed in order to change his mind if she had to.

"Felicite'?" David called out. "Didn't you hear me? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

Had he been talking all this time? Please say she wasn't drooling. Felicite' mentally shook her head and forced her eyes over his shoulder and surreptitiously wiped her mouth just in case.

"Hi Detective- David! I mean David." Felicite' stood awkwardly and wrung her hands. Now that she was here and the door was open, she didn't know what she should do. Aside from looking like a fool which didn't count. Damn, why did the man have the power to turn her into a human radiator?

Power? Right. She needed his power as a detective to help her.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah. Sure." He stepped aside and closed the door behind her. She gave his condo a cursory glance. Like a typical guy he had a huge screen TV and a leather couch which she had no doubt reclined. To her left was the counter table kitchen but no dining table. No doubt he ate his meals right at the counter or on the couch. That left the bedroom and bathroom was down the hallway towards the back.

She took a deep breath. She knew what was at stake and getting her libido under control would help greatly.

"Listen, I know you might be busy as it's your mother's birthday," Felicite' started to say as she pivoted around, "but if you're serious about help me- oomph."

Felicite' slammed into a wall of chest still wet from the shower. And warm. Very warm to the touch.

His arms quickly snaked around her waist to keep her from falling but all she could think about was how wonderful he smell. She breathed in his scent, and whatever soap he used, something citrus and woodsy, made her heady. But his own natural scent of [?] was overpowering it and her senses that her knees buckled.

She wondered how he'd taste. And before her mind finished pondering the question her head was already moving towards the pulsing vein in his neck as her tongue darted out her mouth and licked her lips.

"Felicte' you okay," David asked in a husky voice, dragging her out of lusty haze.

"Yeah?" she asked drunkenly. God his eyes were beautiful. They were peering down into her face with concern and like he wanted to devour her. Perhaps he felt the same the same as she? Of course he did. She felt it on his her hip.

Stay away from those rich white boys.

Stay away from them. That's what her mother told her after what happened with David's asshole cousin.

Felicite' stepped out of his arms and scrambled backwards as fast as she can.

"Um, can you put clothes on please?" Her eyes glued to the his TV and refused to glance back at him. The man was too enticing and mesmerizing. "Can't speak to you with you in a towel."

"Oh right. Sorry." His hand was fisted at the end of his towel that she hadn't noticed probably started to fall down when she was in his arms. She wanted to swat his hands away and let the damn thing fall down so she can finally see what he was working with.

David smiled and passed by her to his bedroom. Once he was gone she started fanning her face with both hands.

"There's coffee if you want," he yelled. "The cups are in the cupboard above the stove."

"Thanks," she answered. "Can I use your bathroom for a sec?"

"Yeah sure." His voice sounded closer. She dashed down the hallway and into the first door on her left. She only glimpsed white tiles but hoped she entered the right room. "It's the-"

"Thanks. Found it."

She heard him muffling behind the door. She stood still until she heard him move away. Felicite' breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way she could work together with him. There had to be another way. She dug out her phone from her bag and dialed Bea's number. It rang several times and Felicite' almost ended the call when Bea finally picked up.

"Are you at the big house yet?"

"What? You said to stick close to him so I'm at his condo. No, wait. I don't think I can do this."

"Can't do what?"

"Work with him."

"Why not?"

Felicte' fell silent.

"Why not?" Bea repeated.

Felicite' sighed. "You're going to make me say it aren't you."

"Yyyyyuuuuppppp."

"Fine. It's hard to think around him. He makes me feel...hot."

Felicite' rubbed her forehead. She couldn't explain the depth of how David made her feel over the phone. Hot wasn't enough. He made her burn with a yearning she always thought she'd feel for the man she'd gladly give her heart to one day. But lust was different from love. And she was lusting after David. They hadn't spent any time together growing up or in high school or now that they're adults to grow close enough to love another.

Felicite' sat down on the edge of the tub. Immediately she was transported to another time. A recent past of David in the shower. Stroking himself. Calling her name as he came, his thick cum bursting over his hand and splattering the shower wall.

Her body thrummed at the sight and a surge of jealousy it her. It was ridiculous. She was actually jealous of a bunch of tiles.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

Bea's voice jolted her out of the vision. Damn. She was so foregone into the vision when her hand touched the tub she'd forgotten she was still on the phone. All Felicite' cared about was stripping off her clothes and joining in. The force of wanting she felt so strongly coupled with the power of rendering the great David Johnson into beating himself off over her, brought back her lust for him from a dying ember to a forest fire.

"I'm fine," blurted Felicite' as she moved her hand from between her thighs. When the hell did her hand moved there? She jumped up, went to the sink and washed her face with cold water. She had to cool down. Now wasn't the time to act like a cat in heat. But if she had to be next to him then it'll only be a matter of time before she pounced on him.

How was she supposed to work together with him? It was bad enough she wanted him? Why did she have to find out he wanted her too?

Damn her psychometry.

Bea was right. Privacy much indeed.

"What were you saying."

"I was saying to be ready to invite us to the shindig."

"To David's mom birthday party?"

"If it's happening this weekend than yeah. Layla and I saw us both there."

Felicite' breath a sigh of relief. If her friends were fated to be there then they would be. She can use them as buffers. All she'll have to do was resist the temptation to making both their fantasies come true for a day or two. Easy, right?

A few minutes later Felicite' stepped out the bathroom outwardly calm and cool. Inside she might be burning up over what she'd just learned but she wasn't going to show it. It didn't bother her at all. Besides lust got a woman in trouble. Lust short circuits your brain. And obviously David lusted after her. There was no love in it. And love, true love, not its carbon coby or infatuation, was what she wanted most.

"Oh my, Felicite," said a regal, feminine voice. "So you're the woman my son was talking about?"

Oh my god. Victoria Johnson herself was here.

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"David Eugene Johnson!" David chest stung from his mother's slap. He rubbed the spot, somewhat surprised that his mother's hands still hurt. "How dare you lie to your mother."

Huh?

David stared at his mother and wondered what she was up to now. He didn't trust the gleam in her eyes. But first thing first, he had to get his keys back. He already told her plenty of times that she couldn't copy his keys without his knowledge and just show up. Of course he didn't trust her at all when she gave up her copy so easily before. It'd been months since his mother would waltz in with a key. NOw he knew why. She was biding her time. His mother was a sly woman.

Regardless her showing up out of the blue had to stop. What if he had a woman over? It'd serve her right for her to see something she wouldn't want to.

Shit. Felicite' was in his bathroom.

His mother was already side stepping him when he tried to block her but Felicite' had already stepped out of the bathroom. He was completely unaware. Some cop he was. No wonder his mom used his full name.

He called out to his mother who made a beeline to Felicite' who who stood frozen in shock like a statute. He tried to get her attention over his mother's head but her eyes never left his mother. Too late she was wrapped up his mother's arms.

"My dear Felicite.' You're the young lady David told me about."

"Uh..."

"Mom," he called out.

"It's been so long since I've seen you. You are coming with David this weekend right?"

"Uh.." Felicite' looked over David. Sheepish he stayed his hand silently telling her he'll handle this. He went up to his mother and tried to pry her off Felicite'. He didn't know how to explain Felicite''s presence, as she hadn't said anything to him yet, but he had to stop his mom from talking and blabbing his feelings out before he had the chance to tell her his feelings. "Right. Your birthday party. Yes I'll be coming."

"Good." David watched in disbelief to what was happening. In a way it was a good thing. The chance to be near Felicite' for an entire weekend. An entire weekend where his mom would monopolize her. Not good.

"Mom stop pressuring her. Felicite came by to talk and she was just leaving."

Felicite''s face puckered in a frown. He frowned too. What did he do wrong? It was easy to see his mother strong armed her.

His mom sighed in exasperation and turned around as her around wrapped around Felicite''s shoulder. Seeing them together like that, his mom and his soon to be woman, the image of them getting along did something to him. And he very much wished to make it true.

"I'm tired of you trying to dodge me in meeting your special someone. Do I embarrass you that much you didn't want us to meet?"

Yeah, you kinda do.

Instead he gave up. His mother was on a roll and aimed to have her way. He glanced at Felicite' to silently say sorry but was stunned. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she wore the 'not-happy-with-you expression he'd seen from his past girlfriends. Was she really offended that he was trying to brush her aside? Did it mean she cared for him like he did for her?

If so then his mother's meddling ways finally worked in his favor. She'd given him an opportunity to chase after Felicite' at the same allowing her nowhere to run. And he was going to take it.

David nodded, told his mother he and Felicite' would arrive within the hour. As soon as she toodled her way of out the door, he grabbed his duffle bag and his garment bag with the suit he planned to wear for the party and drove Felicite to her place to pack her own bag.

An hour and a quarter later he was driving up the paved lane to his parent's home.

"Wow," Felicite' whispered as he put the car in park. It was the first time during the entire drive she hadn't answered him in one syllable clipped words.

"Sorry," he repeated again. She turned her head towards him. "For letting my mom drag you into this. I wasn't trying to be rude to you before. It's just that she likes to meddle and I didn't want you to fell-"

"Pressured?"

"Yeah."

Felicite' shrugged. "It's okay. Really."

"Then why did you spend the entire ride staring out the window and not talking to me."

David swore she blushed but she tilted her head and unsnapped her seatbelt. "It was nothing. No reason."

He knew she was lying. But before he called her on it she was already scrambling out the car. David jumped out and ran in front of the hood when George, his family's butler, rushed down the steps to meet him. A dead ringer for Ian McKellen he could've made money as an impersonator. But he'd been working for his family for over twenty years. He was also his godfather.

"David my boy." George opened his arms wide and embraced him. He stepped into his arms and returned the hug. George pulled away and embraced Felicite' next. "And you must be Felicite'."

George stepped away and held her hands. He gave her an approving look up and down then turned to David. "Quite a looker you've got here David. Don't lose her."

David chuckled then confessed, "Don't plan to."