Kendall checked to be sure that her seat belt was on. The last thing he needed was for her to get hurt again.

He shook his head. What a mess.

The girl he'd nearly killed was adorable. She was going to be a heartbreaker when she grew up. Hell, she already was.

The cutie next to him would have driven him crazy when he was a teenager. She was a total babe. And surprisingly unimpressed with his fame.

He had to keep himself from staring at her. Her face was a striking combination of exotic and pretty. With her big blue eyes and pouty lips she was cute, but in a sexy Lolita way.

The truth was, she looked good enough to eat.

This is how you end up in the tabloids, Kendall.

He smiled reassuringly at her and put the car into drive again. He pulled up to the gate. Almost immediately the car was surrounded by screaming fans.

Women. As usual, it was all women.

"Hold on, it might get bumpy."

The girl looked appalled as she stared out the window. Slowly he inched forward, being careful not to hurt anyone.

"Is it always like this?"

He glanced at her and nodded.

"Jesus, it's like being in a war zone. I never imagined…”

He looked at her again. She wasn't star struck by him. She felt sorry for him. That was a first.

"What's your name?"

"Jess- Jessica."

"That's pretty."

"Um, thanks- look out for the blond!"

He laughed as she helped him navigate through the sea of fans. Finally they were through the gate with it firmly shut behind them. He pulled into the lot and parked near the stage door.

He was getting out when he noticed her rubbing her head.

"Shit- you aren't okay are you? I knew I should have taken you to the hospital."

She climbed out of the car and leaned against it.

"I'm fine. I really am a doctor you know."

He rolled his eyes.

"Very funny."

"Not a people doctor- a vet. I'm a veterinarian."

He honestly did not know what to make of this girl. She had a weird sense of humor. Then again, she was more entertaining than anyone he'd spoken to in a long time.

Definitely more entertaining than any of the women he usually dated or took to bed.

Where did that come from?

Get your mind out of the gutter Kendall. Jesus. She's sixteen years old at best.

"Okay doc, what's your diagnosis."

"Just some bumps and bruises. Possible mild concussion."

"Concussion?!? That's serious, isn't it?"

"Well, the only thing they would do at the hospital is keep me from going to sleep over night. I can do that on my own. It's no biggie, really."

He stared at her, her gorgeous blue eyes peeking up at him. And then he said something incredibly stupid.

"I'll make sure you stay up."

She raised her eyebrows at him incredulously. He raked his hand through his hair distractedly.

"No- I mean- Jesus. I'm not a child molester! I just meant it's my fault you got hit in the head, so I will keep an eye on you. It's the least I can do. We can watch movies or something."

She folded her arms over her chest.

"I am not a child."

Belatedly he noticed her bosoms.

Oh God, did he notice them.

He'd been so focused on her startlingly blue eyes and doll like face that he hadn't realized… Good lord.

They were perfect. He swallowed, realizing that Jessica might be a teenager, but she had the body of a woman. A really, really curvy woman. She had an exceptionally good body. Tiny, but not in, um, certain places.

There was a juicy handful everywhere he looked. Just waiting to be squeezed. He felt his blood start to pulse in a southernly direction.

Jesus.

"Of course, you're not. I just meant. Oh hell, come on. We can talk about this later."

She gave him a look and shrugged, following him into the amphitheater.