Recap:
"Thank you for all your help." Chris thanked Reba before placing a kiss on her luscious red lips. Reba smiled weakly as he walked out of her office. She hated mixing business with pleasure... if Chris even counted as pleasure, but here she was stuck in a relationship with her client.

Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she anticipated. He would be a great outlet to the sudden sex fantasies that she was having about Brock. What was that about anyway? It had hit her out of left field during lunch today. That was beyond dangerous territory, and she needed to get out fast.


Reba had arranged times for her and Chris to look at properties, and today just happened to be one of those appointments. Reba sat patiently on the front porch while she awaited Chris' arrival. She looked at her watch three times; unfortunately, time didn't seem to go by any faster.

Reba sighed in relief when she finally saw his black sports car pull into the driveway. She got up from her seat on the bench and unlocked the door, wanting to go home as soon as she could. She opened the door and turned around in the foyer, greeted by a bouquet of flowers in front of her face.

"Awe, Thank you Chris." Reba politely showed her gratitude before placing the bouquet on an end table by the door. "If you will follow me..." Reba trailed off signaling that she wanted to begin this tour as soon as possible. "As you can see the grand entry way and high ceilings leave space for any kind of decor."

Chris stayed relatively silent for a good portion of the tour, occasionally slipping an arm around Reba's waist. They continued through the living room, dining room and kitchen before making their way to the upper level. They admired the guest bedrooms, bathrooms, and study, finally getting to the final destination: the master bedroom.

Reba opened the door slowly, revealing the bright, beautiful bedroom. Almost everything was white, with gold accents here and there. "Am i in heaven?" Chris asked quietly. Reba laughed shaking her head no. "You still look like an angel though." Reba stood stiffly next to the bed, wondering what was on his mind.

Chris walked toward Reba slowly, his smile growing with each step he took. "You look beautiful." he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Reba blushed, quietly thanking him. Chris closed his eyes, and Reba knew what was coming next. She braced herself, mentally preparing for his repulsive kiss.

Reba's eyes shot open when she felt herself being pushed backward, her back finally hitting the bed, "Chris-" she gently pushed on his chest. "This isn't appropriate." she denied him gently.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I just got a little carried away." Reba gave him a weak smile before straightening her clothes and heading back downstairs to the foyer.

"What did you think of the house?" Chris asked after appearing downstairs again.

Reba laughed. "Isn't that what I am supposed to be asking you?" he nodded, but she answered his question anyway. "I personally love this house. It is elegant and big, without being too big. It would be a great home to raise children in, just as long as you get rid of the sharp edges."

"Then I'll take It." he said without hesitation.

Reba was caught off guard by his immediate answer, but opened up her briefcase to retrieve the paperwork anyway. "We can sign the papers tomorrow at my office, if that works for you." he nodded, telling her that his schedule was free.

"So, now that this is my house..." Chris gently pushed Reba up against the door, entrapping her with his hands on each side of her. "...Is this still inappropriate?" he gently kissed her lips, moving his kisses to her cheek, then her ear. She chuckled nervously and pushed him away.

"Yes, it is still inappropriate." she gathered up her belongings and headed quickly for the door, leaving Chris standing alone in the foyer.

Reba opened the back door in a huff, seeing Brock at her kitchen table. "Why are you here?" he shrugged, turning his attention back to the newspaper he was skimming. Reba rolled her eyes hanging her coat and purse by the door. Why did he have to be here? Her day had already been terrible enough? She sincerely wanted to be alone at the moment.

Reba sighed, passing him at the table and flopping down on the couch in the living room. She rested her head on the pillow, and much to her displeasure, it smelled like Brock's aftershave. She was too exhausted to care, though. She closed her eyes, knowing a quick nap wasn't far off.

Brock watched as Reba walked through the door. She was obviously frustrated. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. He set the newspaper down, following her into the living room. "Honey, what's wrong?" he sat down in front of her on the couch, gently rubbing her arm.

"Work." she said simply.

"Don't worry, everything will work itself out. Try not to stress out too much." he kissed her forehead before going back into the kitchen. He was stopped at the bookshelf by Reba, though.

"Why do the pillows smell like you?" she said, still keeping her eyes closed.

"I accidentally fell asleep here last night." he said it without a worry. He knew she would forget by the time she awoke from her nap, so there was no use getting worked up about it.

"I'm too tired to yell at you right now." She admitted before falling into a pre supper nap.

Reba was awakened by someone rubbing her arm. "Reba, dinner is ready." She slowly fluttered her eyes open to see Brock sitting in front of her on the couch. She smiled groggily, sitting upright. "You made dinner?"

He nodded. "It is your favorite, spaghetti and meatballs!"

Reba rolled her eyes, getting up from the sofa. "Brock, it was my favorite when I was a child. Do I look like a child to you?"

Brock frowned, setting the table. "No ma'am." He playfully joked. "Oh, and I got breadsticks too."

"Breadsticks?" Reba's eyes lit up causing Brock to chuckle. No, she certainly didn't look like a child, but she did look happy, and he loved to see her happy. "Thank you Brock." Reba couldn't thank him enough for the dinner he had made. She surely wouldn't have eaten tonight if he hadn't made the meal. She probably wouldn't have waken up from her nap either.

"Don't worry about it." He assured her. "I have screwed up too much in the past. Just think of this as me making up for all the times I didn't cook dinner, or I didn't take a hint that you needed help around the house." She saw the sincerity shining through his eyes and gave him an appreciative smile.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Reba noticed that Brock had sat beside her at the table, but had not filled a plate.

"No. I don't want to eat your food."

Reba scoffed. "Please, Brock. You lived here for twenty years. You are family; don't worry about eating my food. Besides," she grinned. "You are the one who cooked it, go ahead and have some." Brock quickly grabbed a plate and covered it with spaghetti before she changed her mind. Reba laughed when she saw how fast Brock was able to get his supper and sit down again.

After dinner, Brock helped Reba with the dirty dinner dishes before deciding that he was going to head back to his condo. "I will see you later." He said grabbing his coat from the chair and walking toward the back door.

"Don't you want to at least stay for the evening news?" Brock wasn't about to turn down any signs of Reba letting him get closer, so he accepted.

"Okay." He smiled setting his coat back on the chair and following Reba into the living room. He sat down next to her as she grabbed the remote and turned the television on.

"All of this is bad news!" Reba complained. "Why can't there be happy stories on the news?"

Brock laughed at the griping red head next to him. "You are the one who wanted to watch the news!" he pointed out to her.

She playfully pushed his shoulder. What she wasn't expecting though, was for him to pull her down with him. "Ah!" she quietly squealed, not expecting him to pull on her arm. She turned her head, gulping quite obviously when she saw how close their faces were. She was lying on top of him on the couch with their lips just mere centimeters apart.

She shifted her weight, looking at him fully. She closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath on her own lips. God, he hadn't even kissed her yet and she was already feeling satisfaction. She combed her fingers through his hair, going in for the kill. She didn't hesitate in kissing him because she knew she wouldn't be disappointed.

Wildfires ran through her veins as fireworks erupted in her stomach. She gasped, not being able to hold back her feelings. "I love you." She cried. "I love you."

She could feel Brock kissing her back, and it felt better than ever. She felt as his warm, strong hands ran up and down her arm. "Reba." He whispered continuously.

Reba's eyes shot opened as she sat straight up, knocking her head on Brock's in the process. She groaned partly out of pain and partly out of disappointment. It had all been a dream. Why did God have to torture her like that? How was she supposed to keep Brock from her thoughts now?