A/N: I honestly didn't expect this to get such a warm reception but I am so happy that the first chapter received so many reviews, favorites, and follows! Thanks so much to everyone that did and I hope you all enjoy this next installment.

"Cas, let's go!" Seth called from the foot of the stairs, listening to the little pitter patter of his wife's feet as she tried her best to get dressed. She was very particular about her appearance, not wanting to look anything less than professional and serious about their profession of choice. He appreciated that, but she always looked good enough to eat in his opinion and he didn't really care if the colors she ended up wearing matched or not. "Cas, we're going to be late!"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't find my blue headband so I gave up and grabbed my white one." She explained as she jogged down the stairs and he smiled as she approached and took the iced coffee he made her. "Thanks."

"Not a problem, my beautiful Cassandra." He assured, leaning in to peck her lips before they both waved goodbye to their Yorkie and headed out the front door. "What's on your agenda today?"

"I've got a nutritional sit down with Carrie and we're doing some cardio today. Then I'm going to stand behind my counter and look pretty."

"But you'll be looking gorgeous to me, baby."

"Stop being sweet, you're going to give me diabetes." Cassie giggled, walking around to the passenger's side of his car to get in. Seth only laughed as he put their bag in the trunk and it wasn't long before the married couple was on their way to work.

Cassie wasn't sure how she felt about going to work ever since she had that little chat with Dean the week before. Sure there hadn't been any other flirtatious incidents since then, other than the usual teasing when they were around Seth, but she wasn't sure that she'd be able to control herself if they were in such close proximity and he went for it again. What worried her more was that she didn't really have a problem with her husband's best friend playfully threatening to have sex with her at work. She loved Seth and was madly in love with him, but why did she want Dean?

But the good thing about going to work was that he was still gorgeous and she got to stare at him and her husband all day and she loved being at the gym. That was something she, Seth, and Dean had planning ever since they met in college and their gym was the equivalent to a love child between the three of them.

"You okay, Cas?" Seth asked, looking over to his wife who appeared to be in deep thought.

"I'm fine, Sethie. Just tired."

"We did have a long night, didn't we?" He asked with a smirk, placing his hand on her thigh and giving a gentle squeeze as he turned into the gym parking lot. "You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you, Cassie."

"Seth, you're my husband. Of course I can talk to you." She spoke with a smile, trying to assure him that she was alright. "If I couldn't talk to you I wouldn't have married you."

"I know. I just like reminding you that I'm here for you regardless of what's going on around us." He stated, giving her thigh another squeeze. "I love you, Cas."

"I love you, too, Seth." She whispered, leaning in to kiss him before they got out of the car. She wasn't surprised to see that Dean was already in the gym and running on a treadmill when she entered the building and bit her lip when she noticed that he was running shirtless.

Shit. Get your act together, Cassandra. Remember that you're a happily married woman. She coached herself as she headed towards the back offices and went into the one she and Seth shared. The light was already on and there was a folded up note on her desk, presumably from Ambrose, and she tilted her head while she shrugged out of her jacket and walked to her desk. Like always, she hung her coat off the back of her chair before sitting down and going about what she needed to get done before her early morning showed up. First on her agenda was the Ambrose note.

'We need to talk about last week.
-DA'

She was expecting a request to order more of the bulletproof coffee that he and Seth loved so much or something to that effect. But a request to talk about the incident that had been bothering her for the past week came way out of left field and she wasn't sure she could handle being one-on-one with Dean. But she'd do it because she knew that she needed to clear the air between her and Dean and hoped that was what he wanted, too. She didn't know what else he could want from her, since there was no way he'd risk his friendship with Seth. They'd been friends since they had roomed together during their freshman year of college. The was no way he'd give that up.

At least that's what she thought.

Dean had waited quite patiently for Seth to leave to go get lunch for everyone to go speak with Cassie about their interaction the week before. She was behind the counter, looking at something on her phone, when he walked up and she didn't even see him coming.

"Have a few minutes?" He asked quietly, not at all surprised when she jumped in surprise.

"Dean, you scared me."

"Sorry, Cas. But I want to talk to you."

"Alright. I'm not really doing anything right now so go for it."

"I know you're married to my best friend, Cas. But I'm not sorry about last week. I meant every word." He stated simply, looking her in the eye and placing a hand on her side. "I want you."

"Yeah, well, I'm married to Seth."

"Seth doesn't have to know, Cassie. I've seen the way you look at me, I know that you want me just as much as I want you."

"I'm married to Seth." Cassie argued, pushing against his bare chest in an attempt to get him to back up. But once her hand made contact with the taut skin, she was amazed by how smooth it was and his light dusting of chest hair. "Seth, who is your best friend."

"And so are you." Dean countered, removing her hand from his chest and guiding it to the waistband of his gym shorts. "Who knows? Maybe we just need to get it out of our systems and then everything will go back to normal."

"Dean, I don't think that's how it works."

"Just think about it, okay?" He whispered before releasing her hand and stepping back and walking away. She bit her lip as she watched him go, her eyes involuntarily drifting down to his ass as he walked and she found herself unable to resist the inappropriate thoughts plaguing her mind at the sight.

She never planned to think about what Dean had said, but she definitely was now.

Dean Ambrose spent his Friday night after work in one of his favorite places. The bar two blocks west of his apartment. This time, instead of being alone, he was with a friend of his from high school who came home after an unsuccessful attempt at a professional football career. He thought that a few drinks with his friend while they caught up would be enough for him to forget about Cassandra Rollins and the many ways he could make her scream his name, but he was wrong. If anything, the alcohol made his want for her stronger.

"What's up with you, man? You're off." His friend asked, concern clouding those grey eyes.

"Aren't I always a bit off?" Dean chuckled, blowing off the question before taking another drink of his beer.

"I know that look, Ambrose. There's a girl on your mind." The Samoan sitting across from him teased and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Shut your whore mouth, Reigns."

"What's her name?"

"Cassie." Dean stated simply, knowing that he couldn't tell Roman that he wanted to sleep with a married woman.

Roman Reigns came from a big Samoan family, so family meant a great big deal to him. There was no way in hell Dean could tell him that he wanted to sleep with Cassie, which could possibly result in ruining her marriage and his friendship with Seth, because that would result in the Samoan reaching across the table and hitting him. That shit wouldn't fly with Roman and Dean already knew that his want to have sex with Cassie was wrong, he didn't want or need a lecture about how wrong it was.

"She knows you exist, right?"

"Yes, asshole, she knows I exist."

"I was just asking." Roman chuckled, watching closely as Dean checked his phone. "But seriously, what's your deal with her?"

"I want her and she is playing hard to get."

"That's your pet peeve. Why haven't you given up yet?"

"Because she is sexier than sex itself and I want her." Dean stated simply, looking down at his phone again. "I'll play the waiting game with her, because she is an itch that I cannot just get rid of so easily."

"Think she's the one to make you settle down?"

"I thought you knew me better, Rome." The blonde laughed. "I am a beast that cannot be tamed."

"That's what you think." The Samoan laughed, taking a drink while Dean rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you."

"You were off after lunch today." Seth commented as he and Cassie made dinner together. She merely shrugged, continuing to slice the bell peppers for their stir fry. "Are you alright, Cas?"

"I just haven't been feeling well, Sethie."

"Did you want to stay home tomorrow?" He asked, placing his hand on her lower back in concern. "Because you can. Dean and I will be fine on our own, sweetheart."

"I probably just didn't get enough sleep last night. I'll head up to bed early tonight and be fine tomorrow." Cassie reasoned, smiling up at Seth before he kissed her forehead.

"If you're not feeling well tomorrow morning I want you staying home." Seth stated and she nodded, leaning into him. "You don't have any clients tomorrow so it won't be a big deal. I can work the desk and Dean should be able to take my couple clients for tomorrow."

"Sethie, don't overthink this. We don't even know that I'm staying home tomorrow." She chided, picking up her knife and stepping away from him. "Now let's make dinner, Seth. I'm kinda hungry."

"I love you." Seth laughed, giving her ass a gentle pat before going back to cutting the chicken. But behind the laugh and happy exterior, his gears were turning.

Cassie was fine this morning, and in a great mood up until he got back with lunch. He knew that Dean couldn't have been the problem, because the two never had issues and the blonde was working with a client when he left to get lunch. Maybe it was the food? The cashier did say that they just hired a new chef, so maybe something wasn't cooked right.

It bothered him that his wife wasn't her usual bubbly self, humming or singing along to whatever music was playing while they cooked. She said that she had a headache, but didn't want him to have to make dinner alone. He did not like this and, whether she liked it or not, he wanted her staying in tomorrow.

He'd use that time to ask Ambrose if she looked to be acting weird while he was gone getting lunch.