L.A. Stars

In the club, with flashing lights and loud music, seeing him across the room is a scene out of a movie. We lock eyes and sway to the beat-instantly connecting. He nudges his head, calling me to the other side. Me? Of all the women in the club, this sexy man wants me to join him in VIP. So, I do. And then I realize how tall he is, and the other guys surrounding him are also. Wait. This guy was on the basketball court at the game I watched the night before. The guys standing around him are his teammates on the Houston Outlaws. And me? I'm a small-town girl with a class of fifth graders, only in LA for a few more nights. So, you could imagine my answer when he asks, "Wanna come back to the room with me?"

When Chloe moved to LA, she wasn't trying to meet a star or become one. While working for a famous chef, Chloe made a delivery to Chris' house. Although he had the physique, the face, and that devilish grin that made her want to spread open for him on the counter - he was a client. And she was strictly forbidden from fraternizing with clients. Chris made it to the NBA and already had one championship ring. Finding a woman to settle down with wasn't exactly what he wanted. But he saw her in his kitchen. Then his main concern was no longer winning another championship. It quickly became convincing her that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Will Chloe give him a chance to shoot his shot-or will she be working hard on her defense?