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night was wonderful but, God, was she making a mess of things. Visions of getting to the office and David telling her she was fired, started playing through her mind. She let out a groan and thumped her head against the bed.

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Forty-five minutes later, Felicia and Melanie rushed through the lobby of Matthews Enterprises and jumped into the first available elevator. Melanie had the brief thought that this was getting a bit too familiar. She turned her attention to Felicia. Ever since Felicia had disappeared into the bathroom this morning, Melanie had been debating what to do about this new relationship. She really liked Felicia. She was fun, easy to be with, and the sex was great, but she was, after all, a client, and Melanie knew she had crossed the line by spending the night with her. "Felicia?"

"Yeah baby," came Felicia's absent-minded reply as she watched the floors tick by on the screen.

"About last night..."

"Last night was great, cher. Meet me after work and maybe we can go to dinner. Or something," she said with a wicked little grin.

"I'd really like that but...."

Felicia turned, giving Melanie her full attention now. She had a bad feeling she knew what was coming next.

Melanie saw by the look on Felicia's face that she was waiting for the break up speech. Feeling like a complete heel, she stared at the floor, trying to figure out what to do.

Oh hell! "I'd love to have dinner. When do you think you'll be done?"

A wide grin spread across Felicia's face. Suddenly the doors opened. Any further conversation was cut short as they both jumped out of the elevator and rushed down to Felicia's office.

They burst through the door, startling Felicia's secretary Sally. "Sorry, Sally. Where's my spare suit? As you can see, I'm running a little late today," Felicia said with a smirk.

Melanie and Felicia walked into Felicia's office while Sally went looking for Felicia's suit. Melanie plopped down in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, while Felicia took her seat. Just then, the door flew open, revealing one very angry red headed Cajun.

"Where the hell have you two been!? Wait. Don't answer that. I think I know, since you're still wearing the same clothes from last night," Jessica fixed a furious stare on her sister. Melanie hadn't even turned around in her chair. Round two, she thought.

Felicia glanced at her sister, her lips twitching with the smile she was trying to suppress, and made a show of checking her email.

"Well? One of you answer me, dammit!" Melanie could feel Jessica vibrating with anger. Pushing out of the chair, she walked over to face her new nemesis.

"Since you can obviously tell where we've been, and what we've been doing, I figured that was a rhetorical question."

If looks could kill, Melanie figured she'd drop like a stone right there. They stood glaring at each other, Melanie refusing to say any more, when they both jumped at the sound of Felicia's scream.

Melanie spun around to find Felicia shaking in her chair, eyes riveted to the computer screen. She rushed around the desk and, taking one look at the computer, hauled Felicia out of her seat and pushed her towards Jessica. "Take care of her," she barked.

The screen was filled with a digital picture of some very recent road kill. Slowly, the picture faded out and was replaced with one sentence that was positioned dead center on the page. "Back off bitch. Or you're next."

Jessica held onto Felicia, trying to comfort her, but her eyes never left Melanie's face. She watched in awe as anger leaped into Melanie's eyes and then, just as quickly, was squashed down, eyes going flat. She marveled at how quickly Melanie tapped down her anger; at the iron clad control this woman had on her emotions. If someone were to walk in right now, they probably wouldn't realize that Melanie was mad enough to spit nails. Unless, of course, they noticed her hands clenching and unclenching, every so slightly, as she held them to her side.