"Are you kidding?" I asked, lifting my gaze to his.

"No, we should absolutely have sex."

"Um-what? No!" I snapped, pulling my hand from his grasp.

"Why not?"

"You really expect me to sleep with you after you just show up at my house, uninvited? I don't even know you!"

"Do you not recall our remarkable encounter this afternoon?" He grinned, leaning forward and placing his hands on the counter on either side of me.

"That was a mistake."

"But didn't it feel good?" he murmured. "Hmm?"

"That is not the point." I stammered nervously, folding my arms over my chest.

"Oh, but it is. Why not partake in what feels good?" he urged, dragging a fingertip from my collarbone down between my breasts.

I froze, holding my breath as he groaned in response to the gooseflesh spreading over my flesh from his brief touch. He took hold of my wrists, pulling my arms up around his neck.

"Chloe?"

"Hi, Mom." I said, jumping back from Lucifer as my mother walked around the corner into the kitchen.

"Oh, hello." She said, looking up at Lucifer. "Who is this?"

"Lucifer Morningstar." He smiled reaching his hand out to her.

"I'm sorry, did you say Lucifer Morningstar?"

"I did."

"As in…"

"The very one."

"Oookayy…" She smiled, looking to me for an explanation, but I just shrugged. "I'm Chloe's mother, Penelope Decker. Is Trixie ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Our annual birthday trip?"

"I thought you were leaving tomorrow?"

"I thought I might as well start the fun with a sleepover."

"Mom, she's in the middle of her piano lesson and I was making dinner. Do you want to stay-?"

"Grandma!" Trixie yelled, running into the kitchen.

"Hello, Darling. Are you ready for our trip?"

"Are we leaving now?"

"Are you packed and ready to go?"

"Almost, I just hafta get my toothbrush and my ninja Barbie and the unicorn game and-Lucifer, can you help me?"

"What? No. Absolutely not."

"The sooner we leave, the sooner you can get back to whatever you were doing with my daughter."

"Mom!" I gasped.

"Right, then. Let's go, small person." He clapped, ushering Trixie towards her bedroom.

"Mom! What the-?!"

"It's ok to say Hell. I don't mind." Lucifer called back, smirking at me. "Promise?" he grinned when I flipped him off.

"Chloe, you've always been extraordinarily responsible and cautious, and quite frankly, a little boring and uptight, but that's ok, it's who you are, but that man in there is a once in a lifetime gift that I am not about to let you squander."

"What are you even talking about? You think he's nuts!" I hissed.

"The crazy ones make the best lovers. Just don't let him tie you up."

"What?!"

"I mean it. You put your cuffs on him, not the other way around."

"I can't believe this is happening." I muttered, sinking down onto a barstool.

"It's perfect. I'll have Trixie for the next 5 days. Spend as much of that time riding him as you can."

"Who are you riding, Mommy?" Trixie asked, suddenly appearing in the kitchen. "Lucifer said I could have a pony, is that who you're riding?"

"Lucifer said what? Riding what?" I asked, suddenly incapable of understanding simple English.

"Splendid idea, Penelope. Yes, little person, Mommy will be riding the pony named Lucifer while you go on your little getaway."

"But aren't you too big for a pony, Mommy?"

"Then maybe Mommy will get to ride a horse named Lucifer." My traitor mother suggested, winking at me as my mouth fell open in shock.

"Penelope, you are a genius!" Lucifer exclaimed. "Close your mouth, Love."

I looked from my mother to him and back and shook my head, my mouth still hanging open.

My mother patted my knee then followed my daughter back to her room to help her finish packing and Lucifer moved to stand in front of me.

"Am I dreaming? Please tell me I'm dreaming."

"I assure you, you are not dreaming, Detective. Now either close your pretty little mouth or I might just put something in it."

My jaw snapped closed and I glared up at him, but he just wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and traced his fingertips over my parted knees.

"Chloe?"

"Yes. Mr. Davies. I'm sorry, my mother just showed up and he's here and…"

Lucifer reached up and pressed his finger to my lips to quiet me then walked over to Mr. Davies.

"Everybody's plans for the evening have obviously changed, I hope this covers the inconvenience." He said, tucking a $100 bill into the piano teacher's blazer as he steered him toward the front door.

"Um, sure. Thanks."

"Right. Off you go." He said, almost shoving the poor man out of the house.

He swung the door closed and strode back into the kitchen where he started dumping the food I had prepped for dinner into the trash.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up."

"Why are you throwing everything away?!"

"Your delightful mother is taking your offspring for five days. This food will be spoiled by the time you return."

"Where am I going?"

"To my apartment."

"I'm not going to your place!"

"You want to stay here?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but Trixie and my mother walked into the kitchen just as Dan walked in the back door.

"Daddy!"

"Hey, Monkey!" he cheered, picking her up and hugging her close while glaring at Lucifer. "What's he doing here?"

"Lucifer came for dinner and to watch me play piano, but now I'm going to Grandma's and Mommy's going to ride Lucifer."

I had to give Dan credit for not dropping our daughter or passing out, but based on the color his face was turning, both were still distinct possibilities.

"That sounded worse than it is." Mom interjected. "I thought Trixie could use a new piano teacher and Lucifer is an amazing player."

"This guy?"

"Dan, why are you here?" I asked.

"I thought I would come over for dinner."

"Well, Chloe's taking Trixie and me to the airport and Lucifer has to get home."

"Your mother is amazing." Lucifer whispered, discreetly squeezing my ass. "Penelope, it's been a great pleasure. I'll see you soon?"

"Yes, of course. You take care." She said, kissing his cheek.

"You as well, Detective, I do hope to see you soon."

I opened and closed my mouth without making a sound, then raised my hand and waved.

"Bye, Lucifer!"

"Good-bye, child." He said, skirting around Dan and Trixie to slip out the back door.

"Sorry, Dan, we have to get going."

"Right. Chloe, I'll call you later?"

"Sure."

I followed Trix and my mother out to her car in a daze, not fully understanding what just happened. Trixie climbed into the backseat and buckled her seatbelt then pulled on her headphones and turned on her iPad.

"Stop thinking, Chloe."

"Mom, I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I don't know him!"

"You're not spending eternity with him, Darling, but sometimes fate brings people together for a reason. Just go with it."

"I'm afraid of how he makes me feel."

"Because he makes you feel. Now get in the car."

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, then huffed and opened the car door, flopping down onto the front seat.

"Wait a minute, you aren't flying anywhere."

"No, I'm dropping you off at Lucifer's. Where does he live?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Don't lie to your mother."

"There's a club downtown called Lux. He lives in a penthouse apartment above it." I admitted.

She shook her head and programmed the directions into her navigation system. I spent the entire drive trying to understand my response to Lucifer's touch, but only succeeded in reliving every sensation brought forth by his hands and lips. By the time she stopped in front of Lux, I was flushed and barely able to focus.

"Chloe, I love you. Let yourself enjoy this."

"I love you too, Mom." I said, hugging her over the console. "Trixie, baby?"

"What, Mommy?" she asked, pulling her headphones off.

"I love you. Be good for Grandma, ok?"

"Ok, Mommy. Have fun riding Lucifer."

"I…uh…I…" I stammered while my mother snickered from the driver's seat.

I gave up trying to formulate a response and got out of the car. I opened the door to the backseat and leaned in to hug Trixie and press a kiss to her forehead.

"Remember, Monkey, be good for Grandma."

"I will. Love you, Mommy!"

"Love you, too."

I closed the door and watched them drive away before turning towards the club entrance. It wasn't even nine yet and there was already a line forming. I took a deep breath and stepped up to the large bouncer stationed outside the door, but he opened it before I could even utter a syllable.

"Thanks." I murmured, stepping past him and making my way up the steps.

I reached the top, but stopped to watch him playing the piano that sat in the center of the lounge.

"I wasn't sure you were going to show up, Detective."

"Me either."

"Are you going to join me?"

"Here?"

"Did you want to go straight upstairs?"

"I-I'd like a drink."

He poured a generous shot of whiskey into the second tumbler sitting on the piano and slid it in my direction. I walked over to the piano and picked up the glass, taking a drink while sitting down next to him on the bench.

"Hi." I blushed when I looked up to find him staring at me.

"That blush is lovely, Detective."

"Call me Chloe."