Cooper's looking down the hole of Maya's volcano. Sam's trying to get the thing to erupt with lava, but it's stubborn. They're waiting, but nothing's happening. They start talking about how they don't need any more office drama. After Cooper's flub with Violet, and Pete's sudden need to talk about his wife's death and standing up Addison without as much as a call, they can't afford the whole practice falling apart. Cooper's phone rings, and he smiles as he looks down at the name flashing on the screen. "Casual sex with virtual strangers. That's the way the go."

Pete's all for casual sex as much as the next guy, but Cooper's online dating has never turned out well for him. "Yeah and how's that working out for you?"

"Actually, it's working out just fine. I gotta go." He smiles wider as he thinks about Charlotte, naked. "Suckers. They don't know what they're missing." He walks away.


The next morning, Cooper's laying in his bed, with his legs spread out. The sheets are covering him just below his waist. Charlotte's laying at the edge of the bed with the sheet just barely covering her butt. He can't help but think she looks beautiful, but quickly dismisses the thought. This is casual sex. "Next time I wanna be bed cop."

She looks at him like he's just spoken a foreign language. "Pardon me?"

"You know the whole dirty bossy thing you got going on. Don't get me wrong, I like it but as a male to species…" He sits up.

"Understood…still not gonna happen."

"Ok." Part of him likes her take charge attitude, but he's the man here.

"Now, unlike you Oceanside people, I still have a busy day. Patients, eh meetings, gotta find a new instructor for this new parenting class for dads tonight. So unless you are applying to be my assistant," she kicks him playfully, "enough with the questions."

"God, you know with the lights off, I almost forget I'm having sex with Charlotte King." He pauses as she slips into his shirt. "Isn't finding a teacher for dad's class kinda small potatoes for a chief of staff? I mean a dirty, bossy, chief of staff?"

"No sir, big potatoes. One of the hospital's biggest moneymakers. Who wipe the floor when the other class is in town?"

"You have to be competitive about everything, right? You always have to win?" He looks at her upside down.

"Do you want me back tonight or not?" She slides into the bathroom and holds the sliding door.

"I wanna be bad cop!"

"You're not the bad cop type. Now yes or no?" She's hoping he says yes. She has some more itches she needs scratched.

Cooper flips over and looks at her up right. He wants to say no, but looking at her in his shirt, thinking about what they just did and what they did last night, he can't. "Ok, fine. Yes."

Charlotte smirks at him, knowing he's not looking at her and slides the door shut.


Charlotte unbuttons the shirt and watches it fall to the floor. She doesn't get in the shower right away. She leans against the wall and exhales. She hasn't spent the night in a man's bed in…she can't even remember how long. She's practically in Cooper's bed every night and every morning. She smiles as she turns on the water. There's something about Cooper wanting to be bad cop that makes her laugh. He's a teddy bear. She takes charge during sex, and he takes it. He doesn't have it in him to boss her around. Besides, she doesn't take orders from anyone. She places one foot in the shower, "Maybe one day, I'll let him be bad cop. He'll have to prove he's worthy of bossin' Dr. Charlotte King around first, though." She disappears into the shower, letting the water pummel her. She leans her head back and runs her fingers through her hair. She squeezes a dollop of his body wash into her hands and massages it into a lather all over her body. She takes a whiff. "Ahhh, Cooper." She smiles and leans against the wall.


Cooper's lying on the bed face down. He wishes he was in that shower with her. He's imagining her covered in bubbles and he smiles in the sheet. He looks up and sees her purse there with a packet sticking out. He has his thinking face on as he pulls it out. Cooper looks through it and grins "This'll show her I'm worthy of being the bad cop." He pauses in thought. "And she's hot when she's angry." He smiles devilishly to himself as he stuffs the information under the sheet. He keeps eyeing the bathroom door making sure she's still in the shower. He likes pushing her buttons at work and in bed.


Charlotte's doing rounds at the hospital when she spies the bulletin board. She curses silently and her eyes fill with fire. "That bastard." She thinks as she tears the piece of paper off the board. She goes to her office and sits at her desk. She stares down at the crumbled announcement in her hands and reads it out loud. "Parenting Class for Dads. Oceanside Wellness conference room, 1:30 PM." She tosses the paper in the trash and picks up the phone. She slams it back down. This is something that needs to be done in person. She stands up and stomps out of her office.


Cooper's folding baby blankets, when Charlotte walks in. "So it's true?" He looks up as she walks up closer to him. "Had to see it for myself." She gets in his face. "You stole my dads, you took my class roster. I just had to refund $27,000 dollars. You know how that looks for the chief of staff?"

"You see how it feels to be someone's bitch?"

"I see. This is a game to you."

"And it's not for you? Come on."

"You know what? We're off for tonight. Game over." Charlotte stalks out of the room. He's a damn good lay, but no one plays Charlotte for a fool.

Cooper watches her leave the room. She was upset and it was his fault, but he knew she'd be back in his bed tonight. She couldn't stay away for too long. "She'll come to her senses. They say sex is better when you wanna kill the other person, right?" He laughed and continued cleaning up the room.


Charlotte's sitting in her car, in the Oceanside Wellness parking lot. Her hands are clenched around the steering wheel and she's staring at some guy walking to his car. She bites her bottom lip and tightens her grip on the steering wheel. She still can't believe Cooper did that. No one crosses Charlotte King and gets away with it. She sighs and takes out her cell phone. "Am I really about to do this?" She searches in her phone for the name she's looking for. She's about to call him, but quickly comes to her senses. She slides the phone back into her purse. Charlotte pulls out of the parking spot and honks the horn as a woman runs out in front of her. She speeds off.


Charlotte's sitting on her couch with a martini in one hand and To Kill a Mockingbird, in the other. She brings the drink to her lips and takes a sip. She notices that blue shirt on her bed. She walks into the bedroom and holds the shirt in her hands. She balls it up and sniffs it. The mixture of her perfume and Cooper's cologne overwhelms her. She grabs her purse from her bedside table and searches for her cell phone. It's not late, so she figures he's still at the office. She looks for his number and sends him a text. He sends her a text back within minutes. It says, "20 minutes, and has a smiley face emoticon attached to it. She hates that Cooper has this control over her. "No it's not him," she corrects. She just needs the sex. She waits a few minutes and then walks out of her front door and drives to Cooper's loft. She walks the long hallway to his apartment and rings the bell. She gives him a slight smile when he opens the door. She grabs onto his shirt and presses her lips to his. She pushes him to the bed and climbs on top of him.


Ten minutes later, Charlotte slides off of him, pulling the sheet with her. Sweat drips from their foreheads as the light from outside the window casts an orange glow over them. Charlotte swallows and licks her lips. They're both trying to catch their breath. "You said you weren't coming…over." He pauses to catch his breath. "And then, uh, that's game over?" He rubs his eyes.

Charlotte's smiling. "Uh huh. Sex is best when you feel like you wanna kill the other person." She pauses. "You stole my dads." She has to laugh about it now.

Cooper lifts his head up and looks at her. "Yeah. That makes me a bad guy. A bad, dirty cop kinda guy."

"A little bit."

"So are we dating?"

A shiver goes up her spine, but she doesn't flinch. That word, dating, sort of freaks her out a little, but she says, "If dirty sex on a regular basis is dating, then yeah," anyway. She's not really sure what this is, but as long as it involves lots of sex, she doesn't care what he calls it.

"Ok, good. So does that mean I can be on top?"

"Never." She laughs. He may be man enough to be bad cop, but there's no way she's giving up being on top. She's the boss of this bedroom.


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