The cab stopped in front of Wolfgang Puck's Steakhouse. Exiting the vehicle, Jessie ran her hands down the front of her slacks to smooth any newly acquired wrinkles when she looked up and noticed Zach giving her an approving glance. He smiled when he realized she'd caught him, and her heart skipped a beat. God, he was gorgeous. Jessie couldn't recall the last time anyone had complimented her. The truth was, she'd forgotten how good it felt, yet she reminded herself not to read too much into it. He was a player. Even so, she couldn't help but let the internal giddiness linger a little longer.
She watched him from the corner of her eye. The lights from passing cars illuminated his handsome face like a neon light. Falling for him would be so easy -- and so wrong. Once a playboy, always a pl
