Hello, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

Jess turned in a circle and stared around the house, wondering if Robin Leech was about to pop out from behind every door. Not that there were that many doors, other than the doors to the deck. The main room was enormous.

Huge windows were everywhere along the back, all of them overlooking the ocean. Yeah, he was ocean front. But up high. It was ridiculous. It didn’t seem real.

Kendall lived in a magazine shoot.

She inhaled deeply. She was in over her head. Really, really far over her head.

Not only was she clearly outclassed in about fifty different categories but she was falling for him.

Hard.

Hook, line and sinker.

If he’d simply been Kendall Jackson, international music star, it would have been one thing. Rich and gorgeous she could handle. But he was so sweet, and mischievous.

And the truth was he seemed as lost as she was.

Well, almost.

She sighed, closing her eyes.

There was no use in denying it. She was in deep. She felt tiny, and not just in the physical sense.

"Want to eat on the deck?"

She nodded.

"Can I help?"

“Yeah, take out some supplies.”

He handed her some napkins and cutlery.

"I'll be right out."

Jess walked out to the deck. Lounge chairs were everywhere. A low sectional faced out toward the ocean with a coffee table in front of it. She sat down and wrapped her arms around herself. A long, slim lap pool was just below the main deck.

Yeah, this was definitely a magazine shoot.

"Cold?"

"No. I'm good."

She forced herself to drop her arms from the protective position she'd been in. She was well aware that she did that when she was nervous. She always had.

It was pathetic, but she’d learned to give herself hugs when she needed them. Because nobody else was going to do it for her.

He put down two pizza boxes and left again. This time he came back with two plates and two beers.

Pepperoni trailed behind him, plopping down on the deck to stare at them.

He opened the beers and handed her one.

"Thanks."

She flipped open the pizza lids.

"Broccoli and mushroom. The other one is Hawaiian."

She made a little face at the thought of eating grilled pineapple with cheese. He laughed.

"It's good, try it."

She shrugged and reached for a slice. Pepper watched dolefully from the floor.

"Sorry Pep, you wouldn't enjoy this anyway."

The doorbell rang.

"What's that?"

"I ordered dog food. Be right back."

Kendall came back in a few minutes with a bowl of dog food. Pepperoni looked at him adoringly. He did have a way with animals, that was for certain.

Hell, he had a way with her.

They ate in companionable silence. He smirked when she reached for a second slice of the Hawaiian pizza. It was surprisingly delicious.

“Okay, I admit it. You were right.”

She smiled at him.

“This is freaking delicious.”

They finished around the same time and sat there drinking beer for a little while, watching the sun set. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt with him. She didn’t even have the urge to chatter nervously, like she sometimes did.

It was perfect.

Kendall scooted over toward her until their sides were pressing together. Tingles spun through her body at the contact. Then he leaned back against the couch with his arms along the back.

She stared at him in confusion as he closed his eyes and sunk into the couch.

Hot lust was pooling in her stomach but he was apparently going to take a nap.

Awkwardly she scooted back and leaned her head onto the cushions beside him. Almost immediately his arm encircled her shoulder and pulled her into him. Then he started making lazy circles against the bare skin of her upper arm.

It almost tickled, but not quite.

It kind of tickled in certain places. Certain sensitive places. She squirmed a bit and tried to ignore it.

She stole a glance at him. He looked gorgeous of course. Gorgeous and supremely relaxed, as if he might be on the brink of falling asleep. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to do the same.

After a little while she realized that her nipples were hard.

Really hard.

Her breathing was shallow, making a soft sound. Kendall's breathing had gotten louder too. Maybe he was feeling the same thing. Maybe he was just pretending to take a pizza induced nap…

Abruptly he shifted, pulling her onto her side to face him. He lifted her, adjusting her until she was nestled close, but not touching him. She stared up into his face but his eyes were closed.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the moment."

He was manhandling her. Not enough to make her mad, but he was definitely moving her around to suit him. She had a sudden image of him doing that to her in bed…

His hand had access to her hip now. Again he started making lazy circles. It felt… really good. But it was driving her crazy at the same time. She couldn't help it. Her hips made a little rocking twist of need.

"Your awfully squirmy."

"Ah- that tickles- oh my God!"

His hands were skimming up and down her body now, making her writhe a little on the couch. His voice was low and husky as he practically whispered in her ear. His breath fanned her neck, sending even more spirals of anticipation through her.

"You don't like it?"

"I- um- I guess-"

He smiled at her and she lowered her eyes. Jess stared blindly at his chest while Kendall Jackson slowly and skillfully made her more aroused than she'd ever been in her life.

And he hadn’t even kissed her yet!