Author's Note: I understand that the timeline of this might be confusing, but because these first few chapters are more for context than the actual story, I've decided to cut them short and not spend a ton of time on them (especially considering that most D&E fans have seen them).

It'll all make sense soon! The next chapter is when Erica and David's relationship truly changes. From Chapter Three on, the scenes will be more original and not based off of the show's canon. Thanks for reading! As usual, italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Two

He decided that if he was going to use the drug on someone else, he needed to know how they'd react. The only way to find out was to try it on himself.

He lifted the beaker from the holder labeled, "Libidizone" and slowly poured it into his copper colored drink. He circled the glass in his hand, allowing the liquids to marry and become one before throwing his head back and consuming the entire drink.

He wasn't sure how but he ended up standing outside of her house, jiggling the doorknob at an attempt to enter. He finally managed to open the door and their eyes met. Instead of her being scared, she seemed to welcome his presence.

David pressed his lips against hers, but she didn't push him away. Instead she accepted the kiss fully and leaned backwards, allowing him to envelope more of her body into his.

"I'm sorry. I can't ignore my feelings for you." He admitted. Taking her lips again.

"I never meant for this to happen, it's just that you were so close. I want you, dammit. But not like this. Not in this way.""

She stared at him blankly.

"I'm sorry." he repeated.

"Go." She told him weakly. "Don't ever touch me again."

He put his hands up and backed away from her.

"Dixie, please tell me that you forgive me." He needed to hear her say the words. He needed her to know that he wasn't going to hurt her.

Dixie's expression turned into fear. The noise of a rumbling engine stalled. "That's Tad's car..."

"Look, I didn't come here to ruin your marriage but please, please forgive me. No one will ever hear about this – you have my word."

David left through the back door without another word. She should be angry at him – but for some reason, she wasn't. She fluffed her blonde curls, wiped away her tears, took a deep breath and went to the door to greet her husband.

-oOo-

David watched Dixie wrap her arms around Tad's neck from afar. He wondered if Tad had any idea what happened thirty seconds before he came home. Dixie wouldn't tell him, surely. He wouldn't believe that she didn't reciprocate. Tad knew how Dixie felt about David.

He shouldn't be angry that she rejected him, but he was. He was tired of being rejected. He needed to convince Dixie that they were meant to be together, even if that meant hurting her and breaking up her marriage first. Despite what he told her, he knew that he was the best thing for Dixie and getting her away from Tad was the first step to happiness for both of them. He was doing her a favor.

David knew what he had to do and made a phone call as soon as he returned to his hotel room.

"Can I speak to Leslie Coulson, please?"

Leslie Coulson. The voluptuous nurse that would never resist his advances. She'd do anything for him, he thought. She was entirely too obsessed with him for his liking. He preferred a woman who was strong willed. A woman who he had to chase a little. Perhaps that's why he fell for Erica and now Dixie. All he had to do to execute his plan was convince her to engage Tad in conversation at an upcoming press conference for Chandler Enterprises that he knew Tad would be in attendance of. He needed her to convince Tad that he was interested in her far more than he was interested in his bland, rather problematic wife. He told Leslie that he'd owe her tremendously and without much coaxing due to her severe obsession, she agreed, thinking that helping David would result in being closer to him. He laughed to himself.

-oOo-

David discreetly pulled a silver vial out of his suit pocket, slipping it into a full wine glass. He watched Leslie and Tad like an animal watches his prey, waiting to unleash havoc on Tad's marriage. He'd given Leslie some topics to hold Tad's attention and it seemed to be going well. She managed to pull Tad over to a separate table away from everyone else. Occasionally, she'd catch his eye and he'd wink at her as a silent nod of approval. She'd turn back to Tad and continue the conversation.

If Dixie wouldn't admit her feelings because of her commitment to, Tad, then he would have to force Tad out of the picture. He knew that Tad's reputation of being a playboy was waiting to bubble up once again. All he needed was a little help and David, ever so generous, decided that he should be charitable this year and give back to his community.

He looked over to find, Erica at a table by herself. Taking the drink with him, not wanting to let it out of his sight, he went over to her.

It had been nearly a month after their last night together and they hadn't seen each other since. Erica was too wrapped up in trying to get Bianca to trust her again that she'd nearly forgotten that that night ever happened.

"Hey there."

She looked up to find, David, standing in front of her.

"Why don't you join me?" She offered and he sat down. He would look far less suspicious if he was there with her.

"Have you been able to talk to, Bianca since... the other night?" He asked, looking at the menu.

Erica smiled at his thoughtfulness.

"Bianca is avoiding me far less. I'd say that she's coming around!" She said happily.

"That's wonderful!" He exclaimed, genuinely happy for her. "What happened?"

"Oddly enough, an interesting conversation with Greenlee Smythe made me aware. I figured if, Greenlee could see it then there was obviously something amiss." David laughed.

"I never thought that you'd use the adjective interesting next to Greenlee's name, but carry on."

"She told me that Bianca was unhappy, you know, with her title as Miss. Enchantment. I thought about it and realized that I gave Bianca that title, not because she wanted it, but because I wanted her to have it. It made her miserable. I suppose that I assumed that she'd want to follow in my footsteps but she made it clear that she wasn't interested."

David seemed surprised at her self-reflection.

"She also told me more about, Rain, Bianca's friend. You remember her? They're so close – it's like they're obsessed with each other. They are incapable of spending any time apart these days." Bianca's new friend piqued Erica's suspicions much more than any of her previous friends. Her mother's intuition told her that something was extremely wrong about that girl and that Bianca was too naive to notice.

"Erica, to be fair, I don't think most parents are particularly fond of their teenager's friends."

Erica sighed. "It's not just that, David. She's unhealthy for, Bianca. She's involved in something – maybe drugs – I don't know but I'm determined to find out before she takes my Bianca down with her."

"Erica, do you really think that Bianca would entertain a friendship with someone who was an addict? Give her a little more credit than that, she's a smart girl."

"David, I don't know Bianca anymore. I don't know what she's doing or who she's doing it with. Drugs is plausible."

"Okay, let's think about this rationally. Has she shown any signs of being on drugs?"

Erica shook her head, "Well, no, but -"

"Then she likely isn't."

"When you become a parent, you'll understand the constant paranoia. You will lose all rational and assume that no one is good enough for your child."

He looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sure I will, but you're stressing yourself out over nothing. Let's try to relax, have a nice meal, and see where the evening takes us, alright?"

Erica nodded. "I think I need to eat, I'm starting to get a horrendous headache."

"That's stress, Erica."

As if on cue, the waiter came to the table to take their order.

He half listened as Erica went on, waiting for the perfect time to switch Tad's glass with the one in his hand.

-oOo-

"My headache has turned into a migraine." Erica whined, tilted her head back and putting her hand on her forehead trying to ease the pain. She began searching for aspirin in her purse.

"Thank you." She said to the waiter as she downed the entire glass of Libidizone ridden wine. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Erica!" David yelled, trying to stop her.

"What?" She winced and looked at him, annoyed at the volume of his voice.

"Well, it's just that drink wasn't meant for you."

She looked at him strangely. "David, we've shared more than a glass before."

"No, it's just that... uh... if you already have a headache alcohol will make it worse tomorrow morning. Your headache could be caused by dehydration and wine isn't going to help that. Perhaps you should have some water."

"I don't want water." She said, pouting. "I want to go to bed."

"Why don't you let me drive you home?" He asked, feeling protective over her.

Her eyes changed. The beautiful shade of brown became even darker with lust and she leaned in close to him.

"No, I mean I want to go to bed – with... you..." She told him, looking around the room. Before David could reply, the piano started playing an Ella Fitzgerald tune called, "It's Alright With Me."

"Oh, I love this song!" She stood up and walked over to the piano, whispering in the man's ear.

"Everyone, we have a special treat tonight. Please welcome, Miss. Erica Kane." The pianist announced.

The surprise room applauded. David started coming up with an exit plan for the both of them in his head.

She began singing to and flirting with every man in the room as David looked on. She held on to Jackson Mongtomery's tie and wrapped her arms around his neck, nearly sat on Dimitri Marrick's lap, and practically made out with a random man that David had never seen before before forcefully pushing him across the room. He was amused and strangely turned on by the image of her sprawled across a piano in a deliciously tight red ensemble. The dress slid up just enough to reveal the delicate skin of her gorgeous thighs. Her confidence soared as she belted out each note.

"Fuck." David blew out in both frustration and anxiety. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but this was not what he wanted. He'd wanted Tad to be the victim of Libidizone, not Erica.

Suddenly, she felt like her body was on fire.

The song ended and a confused audience applauded her again.

David decided that he needed to remove her from a public situation before she ended up on the cover of a gossip magazine. Knowing how incredibly turned on she must've felt, he knew exactly how to get her out of there.

"Come here," He growled, pulling her close to him. "We're leaving. Now."

"Jealous?"

"Yes, watching you with another man is making me crazy."

He barely managed to get her out of the elevator before she started tearing off his clothing. He walked into his room, shirt untucked and lipstick smeared all over his lips.

When he closed the door, she spun around and pushed him against it. He'd known her to be a confident lover, but never an aggressive and commanding lover. He found himself unable to keep his hands off of her.

"David, David, if you don't make love to me right now I'm going to scream!" She demanded. David obliged.

"No, you don't have to scream. We'll do whatever you want." The moral dilemma weighed heavily on him. He knew that she was intoxicated, but this drug only stripped people of their inhibitions. It never made someone do something that they didn't want to do, instead it allowed them to do what they were afraid to do because of consequences and relationships. He thought about turning her away but she was begging for him to touch her, kiss her, taste her. He found himself unable to resist her, always. He ran his hand down her arm and discreetly checked her pulse. It was racing, but she seemed fine otherwise.

He lifted her up and threw her down on the bed. They continued to tear at each other's clothing before David gained some sense again. He reached into his night stand for the condom he knew he'd tossed in there but she grabbed his hands.

"Don't stop touching me." She breathed.

He smiled and captured her lips. "Baby, it's only for a second."

She knew from the previous night that he kept his condoms there but she didn't have time to wait.

"No need." She dropped it to the floor."