You come clean to her

"Well, this is more than a little embarrassing Kaley," you stammer, not thinking those things ever really saw the light of day, but deciding to come clean to her "but it's also very true."

As you were preparing for her to slap you across the face, serve you with a subpoena, or worse, call the cops and have you hauled off right then and there, you are strangely relieved to see a smile come across her face.

"Oh really?," she asks you, the wheels clearly turning in her mind as you stared at her tits and her long legs, both being accentuated by her outfit, "well then John...mind if I come in?"

"S-sure you c-can c-come in Kal-Kaley..." you stammer, floored both by her tight body staring you in the face at your door and her request to come into your house, "can I get you anything?"

"Not yet," she replies, batting her eyes and touching your arm, clearly flirting with you, "but I'm sure I'll be needing something later..."

"Okay, she's definitely flirting with you," you tell yourself, undecided how this was going to go as you sat down on your couch, Kaley having already made herself at home, "so play your cards right and you might have a chance with her later."