Page 20 of Pursued by the Player

She nibbled her lower lip. Liv was right. She had nothing to lose.

Sure.

Great. I’ll send a limo over. Where do you live?

No, I’ll meet you there.

Are you sure?

Absolutely. If things went badly, she didn’t want him to know where she lived.

Okay, meet you there at nine. Wear something nice, and bring your shoe. The one I have is feeling lonely.

Mel snorted. Okay. See you then. Bye.

Bye.

Mel handed the phone back to her friend.

“Well?” Liv asked.

“I have a date.” Mel grinned as she picked up her glass of wine.

“Yay!” Liv clinked her glass with Mel and took a sip. “Now all that’s left is to figure out what you’re going to wear…”

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“You look beautiful.”

Mel adjusted her sea-green shrug over her emerald lace dress that hit just above her knees. “Thanks. I just threw something on from my closet.” Okay, she tried on ten outfits in her closet before she found the one that was the perfect fit. He didn’t need to know that, however.

She averted her gaze as she felt the heat climb to her cheeks. “You look pretty good yourself.” And he did. Jett wore a navy blazer with a light gray long sleeved shirt underneath that made the look a bit more casual. Mel could see what looked like a white t-shirt peeking out from just around the neckline of his gray shirt bringing brightness to his face. Apparently, this guy was a pro at layering. Or at least his stylist was.

“This old thing?” He glanced down at his outfit. “I couldn’tcare less about clothes. If I had it my way I’d be naked all the time. My publicist picks out most of my outfits; all I care about is that they are comfortable.”

“Speaking of comfortable.” He pulled out the pink, sequin shoe from behind his back. “I’m fairly certain these are not.” She reached for it, but he pulled it from her grasp. “Not so fast.”

“What?”

“What do I get for it?”

“Get for what?”

“For returning the shoe to you.”

“How about your hat, I still have that by the way. I’ll trade you it – your hat for my shoe.”

“Nah, I don’t need that back, I’ve got tons. I’d rather you keep it so I can picture you wearing it. Try again.”

She frowned and crossed her arms. “My undying gratitude?”

He made a show of considering her request. “I think you can do better.” He tapped his cheek and held it out to her.

She rolled her eyes and moved to plant her lips on his cheek. At the last minute he turned his head and instead of touching the side of his face, Mel found herself lip locked with the infamous Los Angeles Lion’s pitcher.

“Ah, much better.” He handed her the shoe.

“Thanks.”

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