Lucifer mind was stunned. Chloe was kissing him, her body was pressed against his and he hands were gripping his arms. His mind went from a complete stop to six miles an hour when he felt her tongue. His thoughts were rapid fire: She had been acting strange all night. Blushing. Giggling, leaning close, they had been having their drinks, flirting, her voice rang in his head "I feel strange", something was wrong. Grabber her arms he firmly pushed her away from him while keeping a firm grasp on her. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy. Drops of sweat were running down one side of her face. A few seconds passed as he took him to take in this information, and she lunged at him.

"Chloe!" He kept his grip firm on her arms.

"Lucifer…I….want…." She was moving, trying to get out of his grasp, leaning into him. Bloody hell, he thought to himself. What had happened to her? She had stopped moving. Now she was looking up at him with a smirk on her face,

"Don't you want me?" He had never heard anyone woman sound so sultry, so inviting. He should feel elated. He had been trying to get her bed for months. But, now that she was offering herself so opening all he felt was confusion. There was something else something he could not place. She interrupted his thoughts again.

"I know you do." Her voice was low, "I don't know why I resisted for so long. Please Lucifer, take me upstairs." Her smirk depended, "I brought my handcuffs with me. Not that they are any good on you. But," She slowly leaned towards him again, he kept her harms in his hands but left her come closer, "They do work on me." Lucifer mind was made up.

"Why detective, I do like the way you think. Yes, let's take this somewhere more private. She let out a giggle as they stood. He picked up their glasses and headed for the stairs. Getting her to the stairs was difficult. Her hands were all over him, running up his arms under his jacket playing with the buttons of his dress shirt. He felt rather proud he got them both upstairs fully clothed. After closing the door to the penthouse, he set their drinks down and led her to the bedroom.

"Now, stay here dear. I have to get a few things." Chloe protested, strongly. It took several minutes to get her to stay in the room. Returning to the living room he pick up Chloe's drink and began examining the glass, smelling it and dipping a one finger into it to taste it. His inspection complete rage filled his body and his eyes blazed red. He wanted to go down stairs and throw Maze through a wall. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of leaving Chloe alone. In her current state there was no telling what she would do if he left.

"Lucifer! Where are you?" Her voice floated through his penthouse. He was going to have to think fast.

"Just another moment dear. Then I'll come take care of you."