She felt like Cinderfreakingrella.

Jessica was still reeling from the experience in the boutique. People were staring at them as they strode out through the lobby into the warm Vegas night.

Her hand kept snaking up to her throat, touching the pendant there. It was at least a five thousand dollar necklace. Why had he done that?

It was a heart.

He'd given her a not-so-small ruby heart.

She'd known him for less than a day and he'd given her the most extravagant gift that anyone had given her. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever gotten a present from anyone, let alone something that could be considered meaningful.

Her parents hadn't exactly been big on Christmas. Or birthday parties. Or groceries that weren't beer.

Stop over thinking it! It’s a pretty necklace! Just have fun!

God knows, she hadn't had this much fun in a long time. No. Ever.

She knew better than to read anything into it. It wasn't even really his money after all. But still… he'd bought her a heart.

Now she had to make extra sure she held onto hers.

Kendall had her hand firmly clasped in his warm, dry palm. His hand was so much bigger than hers, it practically swallowed it up. She stared at it as they waited for a car to pick them up. The hotel provided complimentary SUV’s, and stretch hummers for celebrities. Her eyes grew wide as the enormous ride pulled up.

He pulled her into the car and helped her buckle herself in.

"I can do that myself you know."

He grinned at her.

"I know. I like doing it."

There was something in his face that made her stomach do a little flip flop. He looked so serious and intent on her. He leaned in closer, until his breath was fanning her sensitive ear.

"I need to feel like a man anyway. After the tracksuit."

She burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. He was so funny! It was refreshing to know he didn't take himself too seriously.

Kendall strapped himself in and took her hand again.

"Where to?"

"Hey man. The Grind house, please. Backdoor."

"You got it."

She sat there trying not to be shocked when Kendall's thigh pressed against hers. He seemed to be touching her a lot. It was not accidental.

Everything he was doing was definitely deliberate.

She felt tingles where his leg touched hers. And where his thumb brushed her wrist, stroking her soothingly while their palms pressed together.

Hell, she felt tingles everywhere.

"Do you go clubbing a lot?"

She shook her head, feeling shy suddenly.

"Never."

He smiled and put his arm around her, sliding even closer.

"Me either. I mean I go, but I always end up wondering why."

"You don't like it?"

He shrugged.

"It's kind of stupid. I mean, I like dancing. And the music. But it's such a meat market. Girls can get really aggressive. It's a turn off."

She peeked at him. He wasn't being funny. He seriously didn't like women throwing themselves at him.

Um, yeah, Kendall, that sounds really rough.

"You are probably the only man on earth who would complain about that you know."

He grinned at her.

"I know."

He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“It’s not my fault I hadn’t met you yet.”

Her eyes grew wide as he kissed her cheek, letting his lips wander over to her ear.

Oh my GOD.

Kendall Jackson was trying to drive her out of her mind with lust. The crazy part was, it was working.

"We're here."