Bree walked into Karl's office completely distraught about her marital problems with Orson. She just wanted to sob and cry until she passed out. But she needed to speak with him with dignity and posture. She couldn't let this man see who she really was underneath her neatly pressed clothing, or her perfectly done hair.

It wasn't his job to care about her or for her. It was his job to take down Orson.

"He wants to throw me in jail." Bree said crossing her legs sitting across from his desk.

Karl spun around in his large leather chair and faced her. "He what?!"

"He found out about the storage unit, so I told him about the divorce. And he said now if I try to divorce him, he'll go to the police." Bree sighed sadly

Karl looked into her saddened eyes. This was something he's never seen of her before. He's seen her rob her home, drink her life away, and yet be so perfectly poised. But he has never seen the saddened emotional side of Bree. He was glad she was feeling comfortable with him.

"This isn't good Bree…" Karl said sighing deeply and standing up to go around his desk.

"I know…I know...I'm sorry, I messed up okay?" She looked out the window away from him as he sat down on his desk In front of her.

Karl noticed her looking away so he looked down. Noticing the length of her skirt and how it teased him ever so slightly. It was short, but it wasn't too short. It was classy and it showed just enough of her beautiful toned legs.

"What should I do…?" Bree turned her head looking back up to him, snapping him out of his trance.

"What? Oh…I think…you should just let me think of something. I'll come up with a brilliant plan to get you out of this mess…okay?" Karl then put his hand on her shoulder.

She stood up just a little annoyed with his constant schemes to get her out of trouble. She didn't want to admit it, but it turned her on sometimes to go through this journey with Karl. Him and his rippling muscles.

Karl stood up trying to put together a sentence about how he was feeling towards her in that moment. "Bree?"

"Yes?" She turned quickly, trying to rid her dirty thoughts of him and her together.

"I want to be …truthful with you. Alright?"

Bree looked at him with a bit of confusion, but nodded in agreement.

"I think you happen to be…the most fascinating woman I've ever met."

Bree stood in complete shock. How was he feeling the same way she felt about him?

He quietly walked towards her. "You happen to be the most…confusing person I've ever met also." He smiled.

She blushed softly her eyes looking up at him sparkling.

"So…why don't we just, take a moment for ourselves?" He carefully took the purse she had in her hands, and he set it down onto a table.

"I…I'm not sure what you mean." Bree said

He cleared his throat. "Then let me show you…" Karl then slowly put his hand on the back of Bree's neck pulling her in close to him, kissing her with passion.

It was in that one tender kiss Bree felt has if it had freed her. As if it had broken a fiery spell that was placed upon her so many years ago. Like Karl was her knight, and he was rescuing her from her tower.

Where has this man been all my life? Oh right….right across the street. She thought to herself.

He pulled away slowly looking deeply into her eyes, hoping she had gotten the same feeling he did.

She waited a moment as she let the kiss process through her brain, then she looked into his eyes as well.

"I'm sorry…I still don't quite understand what you mean." She said quietly, almost in a seductive whisper. She then smirked softly biting her lip.

He smiled and then leaned back in kissing her with just enough lust to make her wanting more.

She moaned softly as he ran his fingers through her gorgeous hair. Bree reached for his shirt being careful, and unbuttoning it.

Because of the kiss he planted on her, that seemed to have set her free. There was no stopping her now. She wanted all of Karl and she wanted him now.

Karl pulled her over to the couch laying her down gently, kissing her the whole way.

"This is the best birthday present ever…" Karl whispered against her lips.

Bree melted completely under his touch. It was as if she was being put under a completely different spell, and he was the one casting it upon her.

The elegant way she kissed him sent Karl spinning. How could a woman put so much tease into a kiss? He needed more of her. So he lowered himself more, pressing his body against hers.

She suddenly felt his hand gently reaching for the zipper on her skirt. Her mind was screaming with excitement. From the look of Karl you'd think he'd be the man to rip of her clothes with her teeth. But yet he was so soft, and so gentle. She couldn't wait till he had her undressed.

"Bree…" Karl said breaking the kiss.

"What? What is it?" Bree said trying to catch her breath.

"I can't get the zipper." He said frustrated trying to unzip it.

Are you serious?! Karl has slept with plenty of women, he should be a pro! Bree said angrily in her thoughts.

"Just…just give me a minute." Karl said.

Bree gently removed his hand and got up from under him smoothing out her hair and skirt.

"Wait…you can't possibly leave now."

She picked up her purse and straightened up her posture opening the door.

"Maybe you can open the rest of your birthday present tomorrow…" She said giving him a seductive smirk.