The flirting, the games, it had to stop. She wanted him and there was no better time than the present. Kara watched from her peephole as Dean unlocked his door, he used a code that she wrote down and hoped to God that she got it right. She needed to get into his apartment to put her plan in motion.

She was horny and couldn’t think straight and it was all his fault. Every time he saw her, he’d say “hello” in that deep, masculine voice that she loved so much. He always looked her in the eye when speaking to her, and oh, she couldn’t forget the way he...