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?"