Brogan Six's fan mail has been filling my mailbox for weeks. With every lipstick covered letter I receive, my irritation with him grows. And let's not talk about the time I accidentally opened one of the packages to find someone had sent him their panties. Gross.

When I come face-to-face with my new nemesis, I expect to give him a piece of my mind and we'll go our separate ways. Me to an empty mailbox and him to sift through his panty collection.

That is not what happens.

I don't know if it was the booze, his clever wit, or if I was tricked (I'm sure I was tricked), but now I'm fake dating the Mavericks' hot new rookie.

And I might just be the next woman to lose her panties to Brogan Six.