That same morning, just down the street, Karl Mayer woke to the same familiar sound of an alarm clock and turned it off, looking next to him at the sleeping form of his girlfriend, Edie Britt. She was beautiful, smart, fun, everything he'd always wanted, and yet...he knew he didn't love her. He never would. But, despite that, he didn't feel like hurting her. At least not yet; because even though he didn't love her, her did like her a lot, and he had to admit, it was the best sex he'd had in years--maybe even ever. And being who he was, Karl didn't feel like giving that up in favor of lonely nights in a dingy apartment eating take-out and watching old "I Love Lucy" reruns; only being able to fantasize about the amazing Edie sex.
He kissed her forehead and rolled out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt and walking downstairs. He tiredly brewed some coffee, pouring himself a cup and leaving the rest for Edie later. Since he didn't have anything to do that day, he decided just to relax, so he took a seat on the couch and flipped through the 300-some TV stations, not finding a single one with anything even mildly entertaining. He sighed, ready to give up and maybe actually do a little help around the house, when he was literally saved by the bell--the doorbell, that is.
Karl got up, happy for any distraction from doing housework, and answered the door, though he wasn't expecting to find Bree Van de Kamp on the other side of it. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised in shock. "Bree..." she proceeded to talk to him, hiring him as her attorney because 'her son was trying to blackmail her and she wanted him to stop the little S.O.B.' He nodded and followed, though he was somewhat distracted by her. That perfect fiery hair, the tight orange sweater, the grey skirt, beneath which lay the forbidden territory he could only imagine...he cleared his throat after she'd finished and looked at her, clutching the muffin basket and the 100 dollar check she'd offered him as a retainer. "Well, I'll certainly do everything I can to help you, Bree. He licked his lips instinctively, and smiled at her.
"Well, thank you very much, truly." Bree smiled back, though somewhat tight-lipped. She was aware of the way he was looking at her, and it unnerved her slightly. Though she couldn't deny that having a man look at her like that felt rather nice. She hadn't seen that look since...she couldn't even remember.
"Oh, no problem. Do you wanna meet later and go over everything?"
"Actually, I was thinking now...if you have the time, that is. I just want to get this all out while I still remember what I want to say." She smiled warmly, hoping he could help her. She needed that much. She needed to know she could win this battle, and he was the only one who could provide that for her.
"Oh, uhh...sure. Can we go to your place? Edie's still in bed, and I don't think the first thing she wants to see when she wakes up is someone so perfectly put together and gorgeous..." He caught himself and laughed it off, setting down the muffins and placing the check inside the basket. "Let's go, then." He shut the door and they made their way to Bree's. She was unsure of herself with him. They hadn't spent time together in a long while, and never alone. And though she didn't trust him completely because of his history with Susan, she knew he was her only option, and whether or not she trusted him personally, she had no choice but to place her trust in him professionally. Though the funny part was, it was also completely personal...