Chapter 11: Heated Temptation

"Hello." Dave answered his phone.

"Dave," Felicia said. "I got your message about wanting to see me."

Dave smiled into the phone. "Yes I did. I think we need to talk"

Felicia stared out into the yard as she continued talking to him. "What do we need to talk about?"

"I think you know."

She played it off. "Dave, just tell me what it is."

"Meet me for breakfast this morning and I will tell you then, not a second before or after." Dave was deternined to make her listen to him. He didn't give a damn about her marriage to Don. All he needed was time alone with her to show her that her marriage to Don was a complete and utter joke.

Felicia scoffed and rolled her eyes before replying to him. "Where do you want me to meet you?"

Dave smiled wickedly. "My hotel, The Regent South Beach."

"What time?"

"Is 8 o'clock good with you?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Dave was agitated. "Why do you have to do this?"

"What?

"Answer my question with another question."

Felicia blew into the phone, signalling to Dave that she was too becoming agitated. "I'll meet you at your hotel at 8 in the morning."

The next morning...

Felicia woke early so that she could get a shower before she meet Dave at his hotel. Dressed in only a baby blue sundress and white sandals, Felicia looked radiantly exquisite. Her diamond earrings and matching necklace accentuated the already stunning look. In her hair, she wore a white butterfly clip. After she was done getting dressed, she grabbed her purse, kissed her parents goodbye, called the limo and headed to Dave's hotel.

Dave woke with thoughts of the day and most of all, Felicia. After showering and brushing his teeth, he slid into a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans and a white throwback jersey. On his feet, he wore a pair of Timberland boots. He splashed on some Armani cologne and wore a pair of his many Tom Ford shades to complete the hot look. Taking a last look in the mirror, he stared at himself and puckered his lips, and smiled before heading downstairs to have breakfast.

The limo dropped Felicia off in front of the posh hotel. A five-story lavish building that overlooked the beautiful Atlantic Ocean. With the outdoor setting, and not to mention the location of being on Miami's two famed South Beach boulevards - Collins Avenue and Ocean's Drive. It fit Dave's style completely.

Felicia walked over to check in booth. After telling the host her name, he quickly escorted her over to Dave.

Sitting in a chair looking nothing short of delicious and appetizing, Dave smiled when she appeared. Always the gentleman, Dave casually walked over to her and pulled out the chair for her. She sat down and he scooted back over to where he was originally sitting.

"Hey." Dave spoke to her first.

"Hey."

"Are you hungry?"

"You buying?"

"Of course."

"Then I'm hungry."

Dave and Felicia sat down and had breakfast together. She had an cheese omelet with tomatoes and orange juice to drink, while he had scrambled eggs with sausage links and toast with juice to drink also. As they ate breakfast, Felicia's mind wandered to what it was that Dave wanted to talk about.

"What is it that you want to talk about?"

"Last night."

"What about it?"

"The way you left."

"We had nothing else to say to each other, what did you expect me to do?" Felicia scoffed.

"What was all that dancing about?"

"Well Dave, if you will recall, we were at a club, and there was music and every so often I like to dance, so that's what I did. Did you have a problem with it?" Instead of scoffing, she was becoming more a smart ass.

"No, I didn't have a problem." He stated.

"Alright then, don't make it sound like you did." Felicia rolled her eyes at Dave.

It was that attitude that made Dave mad as hell, but also at the same time, made him want her all that much more. Yes, she was sexy from head to toe, but when she was getting in her zone, Dave knew she was not going to be played with. And it was times like these when she would display that sexy, cocky, 'don't fuck with me atittude' that she thought she was for the most part, untouchable and known by only friends and family for. Dave remembered all the times when they would have wars of words, when she would think that her point was made, she snapped her fingers at him as her conclusion.

Time went by, and Dave still had yet to talk about what he initially called her for. And Felicia was becoming more and more agitated by the second. Deciding that she was ready to leave, she stood up and confronted Dave.

"Dave, I really appreciate breakfast, but I really need to go. I have to go and pack and get ready to fly home so I can be with my husband before the next concert."

Husband. That very word made Dave sick. His stomach would actually turn flips whenever she said that word. Time and time again, Dave believed that all along that he was the man for her. Not Don. He was the one for the better part of 10 years she loved, cherished, wanted, adored and needed. Not Don.

Dave looked her in her eye. "You know, I gotta leave out tonight too, but I want to show you something. And before you have a big fit and get your panties all in a wad, I'm not gonna keep you long. I simply just want to show you something."

Felicia looked at him. She questioned herself first on exactly what he meant, then him. "What do you mean by show me something?"

"It's upstairs in my room."

Apprehension now getting the best of her, Felicia sighed. "What?"

"What I have to show you is my room, but you have to go up there to see it." Dave softly said.

Felicia questioned herself again. She had no idea what he had up there, but she undoubtedly knew it was something no good if it was coming from Dave. But she still couldn't deny that he still looked so damn good, especially when he had that sexy, low baritone that she loved so much going on. Nevertheless, she remained that she was not going up to that room with him. "Dave, whatever it is, can't you just tell me?"

"No. I have to show it to you." He started. "Just go up there with me and I promise I won't hold you prisoner."

When he looked at her with that puppy dog look, she could not resist him, not for one second. He knew he still had her when he gave her "the look." With apprehension was still there, Felicia reluctantly followed Dave up to the room.

When they got to the door, Dave pulled the keycard from his back pocket and placed it in the slot. After gaining access, the opened the door and walked in, with Felicia following him. After turning on the light, Felicia got a good look at the two gigantic rooms. One was the actual bedroom with all the expensive accomodations. The other, from the view she had at the time, looked to the kitchen. With carpet as white as snow, a bar that would make any bartender happy, a 4-person Roman hot tub and a beautiful and breathtaking view from the balcony, and not to mention, a very, very big bed with white down pillows and matching comforter and sheets, Dave was set. The room as a whole was nothing more than a dream come true for any human being.

"Impressed?" Dave asked as he sat down on the step that led to the bed.

"Of course not, you know how I roll. I have stayed in some of the greatest hotels imaginable." Felicia smarted off.

"Yeah that's right, you probably have. I don't doubt it." Dave said nodding his head with a smirk.

"There's a hotel in New York that Don and I stay at sometimes. It looks alot like this."

Dave continued nodding as Felicia looked at him. "What are you nodding about?"

Standing upright now, Dave walked over to her. "Nothing really, I don't guess. I just find it amazing that you know about all the nicest hotels, and I wonder how many of them were you in without him?"

Felicia shot him a scoffed look before placing her hand in his face. As she was about to leave, she decided that she would turn around and tell him off. "I'm not trying to hear this shit!" She began. "You don't know what the hell you are talking about. You think you know all there is to know about me and my life NOW. But the truth is, you don't know shit!"

"Really now?"

"Yeah."

Dave moved closer to her, so much closer that his lips were only centimeters away from hers. "I know you are not happy in your farce of a marriage. Because you know, just as well as I do, you never forget your first!"

"Get out of my face!"

"Make me!"

As Felicia went to slap Dave, he grabbed her hand. She tried with the other one, and missed again. With her hands behind her back, she was at Dave's mercy. While her lips ached to tell him to let her go, something inside her didn't want him to. She clenched her teeth and made a last attempt to make him let her go. "Let...go...of...me...right...fucking...now!"

With that, Dave took things into his own hands. Searching her eyes, he bent his head down and kissed her.