Damn, she needed to get laid if the grumpy DILF next door was giving her the tingles. Sure, a woman liked her fictional love interests to be the dark broody type, but not so much in real life. Dark and broody became cruel bastard IRL. She should know, she’d fallen for that particular type before and still had the metaphorical scars to prove it.

     The elevator doors opened and Jack and Riley stepped in. No, he didn’t do the chivalrous thing and let her go first. That would have meant actually acknowledging her as a person, and as far as Jack Daniels was concerned, Dianna was little more than an...